The Useless 8th Prince

The World is Crazy

Knocks! Knocks! Knocks!

Ciel who was talking to Elena was startled by the knock of the door.

“This is me, Mr.”

“Sign in,” says Ciel.

The door of the room opened, a figure of Camellia carrying a bowl of porridge entered the room. The woman looked towards Ciel and Elena then let out a long sigh. He looks relieved for something.

While Camellia was observing the two, Elena also looked towards Camellia. Dark Elf was a little surprised before muttering, “Dhampir ..”

“Hmmm??” Ciel tilted his head. “Is there something wrong with that?”

“No. I'm just a little surprised.”

Elena shook her head lightly. The woman looked towards Camellia. When he first met, he did not realize that the girl was a Dhampir because she was too focused on Ciel.

“Shocked that a Prince chose Dhampir as a servant?” ciel asked with a smile on his face.

Camellia who saw the doubt in Elena's eyes snorted coldly.

“Do not equate the Master with the other nobles. Master is a loving and tolerant person.” Camellia instantly praised Ciel, making the young man somewhat embarrassed.

“Full affection ..” Elena muttered as she looked at Ciel with a complicated expression.

“Squeaky woman, what do you think? You cannot do such a thing to you!” exciting Camellia. The girl looked really angry. “I washed my body and changed your clothes. Master save and treat you, do not be too imaginary!”

Hearing Camellia's straightforward words, Elena turned her face away. A red hue appeared on his cheek. She looks embarrassed.

Looking at Elena's expression, Camellia again said, “Even if you are a beautiful Dark Elf, Master is a good figure. Tuanku ... will not take advantage of the opportunity in narrowness!”

After Camellia's affirmation, Elena looked astonished. The woman looked at the sincere Dhampir servant and looked at Ciel. He looked at the Prince with a grateful expression.

Meanwhile, Ciel who was praised by Camellia felt embarrassed. He felt that the Dhampir was too fanatical. The young man was confused to cry or laugh.

Camellia ... I'm not that good, ok? I did ‘sikit’ take a chance. At the time of carrying Elena back, I ‘unintentionally’ touched some places. That's normal, ok? I am a healthy man and not a eunuch!

Ciel complained in his heart. She was completely helpless, Camellia was too adoring to her. Sometimes the young man was confused, he was a demon, but why did the girl praise him as if she was a messenger of light.

Uhuk! Uhuk!

Blindly coughing, Ciel immediately said, “Because she is not yet sure to let go, Elena is unlikely to eat by herself. Let me feed it before the porridge gets cold.”

“Hehehe .. so your name is Elena,” Camellia said as she stared at the handcuffed Dark Elf. “Show Mr ‘appreciate’ you.”

For some reason, when Camellia pressed the word ‘happily’, Ciel's hair stood up. He looked left and right. The young man stared at the closed window, feeling puzzled.

I am a high-level Devil, really goosebumps because of something unclear?

“You have done a lot of work, Sir. Let this servant feed Elena.”

Camellia's? You're my servant, right? Why do I feel like there is a threat in that sentence? And what the fuck is that look?

Ciel felt a bit awkward. He again pretended to cough before saying, “Alright. Thank you for your help, Camellia.”

“It is an honor for this servant to be able to help you, Mr.”

Looking towards the two women, Ciel smiled bitterly. He immediately stood up and went away with a cup of coffee in his hand.

...***...

“You ... jealousy?” muttered Elena.

Camellia's face suddenly turned red. He glared at Elena before saying, “No way! I am the servant of Prince Ciel, I am not jealous!”

“The more you deny it .. you are more visible,” Elena said in an indifferent tone.

“It's none of your business,” muttered Camellia. “Build. I'll bribe you.”

Elena looked at Camellia with a blank expression before sighing deeply. He then asked, “Do you think I can wake up in this condition?”

Looking at Elena's handcuffed hands and feet, Camellia pondered. Although it is quite dangerous, it should not be necessary to handcuff both hands and feet too tightly. The girl secretly thought.

Is the Master that type? Type S?

“What are you daydreaming about?”

Elena's question woke Camellia up from her daydream. The girl immediately put the porridge on the table near the bed. He then helped Elena sit down and started to bribe her. Without notice, time passed and the entire porridge in the bowl was exhausted.

“Your name is Camellia, right?” asked Elena in an indifferent tone.

“Iya.” Camellia nodded.

“You didn't think to try ‘shared’ with Prince Luciel, did you?”

Hearing the question made Camellia feel doused with cold water. The girl began to realize the truth. He was only a slave and was not born into a noble family. Moreover, he was a Dhampir.

Camellia never thought of marrying and becoming Ciel's wife. However, she occasionally wished herself to become the concubine of the Master she loved. It's just, it's impossible. The Royal Family couldn't possibly allow the Prince to have the concubine of a Dhampir, an impure bloody demon.

Camellia's eyes looked gloomy. With a bitter smile on his face, he muttered, “Without you remind me, I have already understood it.”

...***...

Returning to his own room, Ciel sat on a wooden chair by the window. Looking at the sky full of stars outside the window, the young man let out a long sigh.

That woman is truly terrible!

Ciel exclaimed inwardly. He suddenly remembered his father, the Emperor. That person was strong and very authoritative in front of the entire army and people. But the man was not selfish, still receiving input from his three wives.

Could dad be scared? No. .. no. No. Rather than being afraid, it is more appropriate that I call it ‘honor’.

Thinking that, Ciel nodded with a satisfied expression. Because Camellia was one of his confidants, the young man felt that he was quite ‘honoring’ the girl Dhampir.

Aye! There's no way I'm scared! Camellia was only level 2 and had not even become a mid-level demon yet. I, a high-level demon can't possibly be afraid. Ahaha!

Ciel looks happy. He then thought of Elena. The Dark Elf woman was beautiful, had a good body, and her voice was melodious. Yet what the young man remembered the most was his powerful innate talent, Frost Heart!

“Even Hellfire at the same level can be extinguished,” muttered Ciel.

After pondering something, Ciel recalled an ice magic called ‘Cocytus Ice’. As the name suggests, that ice magic is also a powerful demonic magic that dares to wear the name of hell. Being able to summon ice that rivaled his black flames, that talent was not simple.

“It would be better if he wanted to bind the soul contract.” Ciel once again muttered.

Closing his eyes, the young man started to think hard. If he accepts Elena, he will become an enemy of the Blackscar family, one of the Counts under Marquis Fergus. The Fergus family itself was quite famous in the West Duchy region, even stronger than the other 3 Marquis.

Bathory family in the south .. Fergus family in the west. Not to mention, the first Empress did not seem to like me. Emmm ... I won't make the whole Empire my enemy, will I?

Damnit damnit! Life is heavy! There are enemies in every direction. The world has gone mad!

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