The Useless 8th Prince

Still Too Naive!

“Don't praise him too much, Prince Luciel.”

Savian smiled bitterly as he looked at Ciel. He also did not expect that his best friend was often glanced at his own guard. Seeing Ferel's face filled with victory, Savian really wanted to meet him.

Ciel just shook his head lightly. It was unexpected that Ferel who received wealth did not think about the future at all and just wasted his money. But the rice had become porridge, the money that the person threw away could not be returned. As a business associate, Ciel could only give advice.

“It's a good step for you to save your money, Ferel. If used, make sure to use it in the right place.”

Hearing Ciel's advice, Ferel tilted his head while looking silly.

“Are we not going to make more money in the future? It's just the beginning, better have fun before getting bored, right?”

Bored of? Bored head! Don't be a hypocrite, motherfucker!

Ciel cursed in his heart. Despite making a lot of money, as an individual, everyone will definitely not get tired of holding money. Except having money to buy everything that can be bought. Those bored words after having the money were nonsense.

“I bet, if Ferel has more money .. he will be skinny.” Savian said in a slightly insulting tone.

“Why can it be?”

Ciel was astonished by what Savian had said. He looked at the young man, asking for an explanation. Of course, Savian immediately replied politely.

“If holding ‘small money’ alone can not afford, mother Ferel will definitely take the money by reason of ‘savings for the future’ and make him depressed. Not only that, Count Guldebell will also definitely make it more ‘exercise’ after that.”

Hearing Savian's words, Ferel who originally had a proud expression on his face instantly turned pale. Imagining what would happen to him in the future, he touched his surging belly with a depressed expression.

“Sial ... what should I do?” muttered Ferel with a pale expression.

“DIET and saving.” Ciel and Savian said simultaneously.

“Ugh! Isn't that futile? Many delicious dishes in this world, in vain if not to eat them.” Ferel mumbled softly. Feeling increasingly depressed. “Wait! Prince Luciel, I also see you eating and drinking a lot of wine. Why do you still look like that?”

“What does it look like?” Ciel's corner twitched as he said it.

“White skin, dense muscle like jade carving, calm and fresh handsome face. Damnit damnit! When I said it, I felt envious.”

“It's not that easy? Eating enough. It's a lot, but not too much. Combate with sports and magic exercises.”

“Really???” ferel asked suspiciously.

The young man looked at Ciel with an expression ‘you don't see often exercise’ that is clearly drawn on his face. Really made Ciel's corner twitch. If not his business partner, he really wouldn't mind replacing Ferel's father for education.

“What Prince Ciel said is true.”

Savian said softly. The young man then unbuttoned his shirt, when the bottom button was opened, a six pack muscle figure was seen on his thin body. Although not as good as Ciel's body and a bit thin, Savian really took good care of his body.

“Traitors!” Ferel roared with a depressed expression.

“I didn't expect you to be narcissistic enough, Savian.” Ciel added.

Savian coughed with a shy expression. He then re-buttoned his clothes with Arla's help. Although he could do it himself when undressing, it was rather difficult for him to do such a thing with one hand.

No longer laughing at Savian, Ciel then began to speak seriously.

“What's really going on until you tell me to come, Savian?”

Ferel raised his hand before saying, “Let me answer it, Prince Ciel.”

“Good.” Ciel nodded lightly.

“Alliances?” Ciel raised his eyebrows. “If only that, hadn't the entire South Duchy been in alliance since the beginning?”

“It's not that easy, Prince Ciel. You should also know, every nobleman has his own problems and sometimes does not get along with each other. Also, this is not only an alliance, but also the creation of a new organization.”

“New organization, huh?” Ciel looked indifferent.

“Iya. It was a neutral organization made up of nobles. If not mistaken, Duke Raevern once called it .. Southern Star.”

Southern Star? A name so narcissistic and simple?

The corner of Ciel's lips twitched. He doesn't know what, but he doesn't care too much about it. After all, it had nothing to do with him.

“Before you continue, you will know..The Blackfield region is a neutral place. Absolutely not involved with all four Duchy or Royal Capital.”

“...”

Savian and Ferel looked at each other. Despite having known about it before, the two of them did not expect Ciel to simply refuse. After all, if it wanted to have the support of South Duchy to ascend to the title of Crown Prince or even become the next Emperor, that was the thing to do. Even good for him.

The support of the two Duchy would definitely earn him the position of Crown Prince for sure!

If Ciel knew what those nobles were thinking, Ciel would just laugh. It would even laugh out loud filled with insults and sneers.

Who wants to be Emperor? Even taking care of the territory like a Marquis puts me under pressure! What good is an emperor? More paperwork to do in the workspace?

It's bullshit! Let me live quietly in the remote southern corner!

Ciel must have shouted that sentence word for word while raising his hand and showing his middle finger. However looking at the stunned Savian and Ferel, he explained casually.

“Wouldn't that violate the deal? Isn't South Duchy a neutral zone that doesn't support any of the Queens?”

“Maybe we can hide it.” Savian muttering. From his expression, he was clearly unsure.

“What about traitors? There are many nobles in South Duchy. If one of them reported to the Queen or the Emperor himself, what would happen to the Raevern Family?

You could say it violates the official contract. If that's all, it's not a problem. What if it was slandered as a provocateur to try to control a prince? Wouldn't you be branded as traitors and then exterminated?

Are you sure ... dare to take such a big risk?”

Hearing Ciel's words, Savian felt his back wet with cold sweat.

“I know the nobles in South Duchy don't like me very much for acquiring such a vast land. If I join, then I am also part of the South Duchy and benefit you, right?

Don't think I'm stupid. Remind your father, Savian. Maybe he felt smart, but if there was a trap, he would only be beheaded with his family for being considered a traitor. Then ... who will receive the most benefit then?

Obviously, it wasn't me, but the nobles under your father. Nobles who staked out the benefits of a young prince like me. Also ... the nobleman who lurked the Duke's seat long ago.”

Hearing the voice in Ciel, Savian became even more frightened. He felt awe over Ciel's analysis and was frightened if something the prince was saying really came true.

Yep. What Ciel said is 90% true. Only the other 10% was his own selfishness.

Trying to use me? Too naive! Learn more to cheat!

Get away from my land! Away from the lush forests and mountains full of rare minerals in the south, all of that is mine!

Just try to come up with a stratagem and hypocrisy .. I will completely destroy you!

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