The Useless 8th Prince

Even Fire Can't Melt It

“It feels good to know that the beautiful Miss Helena remembers an Exile Prince like me.”

Ciel replied politely, not caring too much but not too cold. As a guest, he should also give a good word or two to the host.

Looking at Ciel who looked so calm while praising her politely, Helena felt a bit hot on her cheek. If he was famous as one of the three most beautiful girls in South Duchy, by contrast, Ciel was instead famous as the most handsome young man in the entire circle of Black Sun Empire nobles in the same generation.

Not just in the Duchy or the Royal Capital, but in the entire Empire. Inheriting the calm and delicate side of his mother, as well as the impressive temperament and noble character of his father.

If Ciel's mind was like Ferel's, it was inconceivable how many girls within the noble circle had been corrupted by him. Although he used to be considered trash, the title of prince still makes him one of the figures who want to marry. Of course, there were still limited nobles in the title of Marquis downwards.

As for the title of Duke, they might be thinking about the future, so still be careful to marry off their daughter to the figure of ‘Prince of Garbage’ who might be thrown away at any time. But they did not expect, the figure of ‘sampah’ turned out to be a genius figure who began to make many miracles after leaving the cage called the Imperial Palace.

Rice has become a porridge. The high nobility who had rejected Ciel earlier felt ashamed and regretful.

Unlike those nobles, Count Roschild who was now a Marquis had a chance. He used to provide availability to Queen Lilith if she wanted her daughter as a daughter-in-law. Only, his title used to be still lacking in height and was considered as a last resort.

Now the situation is different. After rising to become a Marquis, the Roschild Family started glancing at Ciel. If it managed to get the prince to marry his daughter, Marquis Roschild would definitely be very happy because of the bright future. In addition to the protection of the prince, it is not impossible if he became in-law ‘Emperor Next’.

Having great ambitions, Marquis Roschild tells his daughter, Helena, to approach Ciel.

Aware of her daydream, Helena once again said politely.

“It's not true. You are not an Exile Prince at all. Such a great figure as you .. they really misjudged it.”

Helena praised in a slightly excited tone. On this continent, the par is not the top number in choosing a pair. In the law of the strong eating the weak, strength is paramount. In addition, titles and wealth followed. While paras ... is behind that aspect.

Ciel raised the corner of his lips, smiling gently as he looked at Helena. It really made the woman's heart beat fast.

“So, according to Miss Helena ... The people in the Royal Capital are wrong?”

Hearing Ciel's question, Helena who was initially excited finally realized that she had done the wrong thing. That makes him a critical choice.

If Helena said the Royal Capital was wrong, Ciel could think of her doing ‘rebellion’ or going against what the high class people think. If he said that the Royal Capital was right, it would make his value drop in Ciel's eyes for not choosing that young man.

One could be considered a traitor with great risk. While the other one lost the opportunity and failed in the task that his father gave.

Looking at that dazzling handsome face, Helena felt her heart turn cold. Unexpectedly, he made a mistake due to a small carelessness.

“...”

Looking at the speechless Helena, Ciel shook his head lightly. Although the woman in front of him was beautiful and could be considered to have near-perfect points, she did not care much about it. The young man then said casually.

“I'm just kidding. Thank you for the compliment Miss Helena.”

Realizing that she lost, Helena did not give up. With a slight expression of ‘manja’, the woman asked in a soft voice.

“May I sit here, Prince Luciel?”

“Please.” Ciel answered without hesitation.

Huh huh? That easy?

Helena was stunned for a moment. Didn't expect that Ciel would actually allow it right away. According to him, it was like a code if he was still given a chance. With a determined look, the woman sat politely opposite Ciel.

Waiting for quite a while, Helena felt astonished to see Ciel who was sitting leisurely while sipping wine slowly. Not opening the conversation or teasing her at all. The woman felt that perhaps her charm might have gone down because of the clothes she was wearing.

Does Prince Luciel dislike the elegant lady type? So where does he like? Pampered? A taker? A sadist? It open?

Helena's mind started to spin. Looking at the figure of Ciel who was so calm like a painting, he really could not guess what was inside his head. The woman thought about many things. Realizing that Ciel liked to drink wine, he finally asked.

“Ya.” Ciel answered briefly, and yes.

Helena was about to say something. But when he saw Ciel, he was stunned. The prince in front of him was enjoying the wine while closing his eyes. It seemed to be listening to the music echoing in the party room and .. disregarding its existence.

Time pass. Helena was embarrassed to just sit face to face in silence. He felt the figure in front of him was so strange as to not care at all about the charm from him.

Helena instantly stared at the figure hiding in the corner of the second floor. His father was watching them. In the woman's gaze, there was only one clear sentence …

I need your help, Dad!

As if understanding what his daughter meant, Marquis Roschild went missing from sight. Not long after, the music changed. Yes ... The dance starts sooner than the schedule.

“It's time to dance. Prince Luciel ... will you?”

“Sorry, I seem to be drinking too much. I was afraid to mess up this dance.” Ciel smiled gently, but replied with certainty.

“...”

Helena felt like crying now. He wanted to curse and hit the young man in front of him who was silent calmly as if ignoring the entire pleasures of the world. Withstanding all emotions, the woman still held a sweet smile on her face.

“Then I will be happy to wait for you better.”

Seeing Helena's stubborn figure, Ciel shook his head lightly. He was casually standing from his seat. The young man then put his left hand back and extended his right hand while slightly bowing politely.

With a gentle smile on her face, she said with a tone of surrender.

“Just a minute, okay?”

Seeing Ciel's figure, Helena's heart was racing again. With a timid expression he grabbed the prince's hand in front of him.

Towards the dance, all views are directed towards the two. One looks handsome, calm, like ice in Cocytus (ice hell). One looks beautiful, charming, and makes the one looking hot. A truly complementary blend. Makes the one who looks at them both jealous.

Accompanied by soft piano and violin music, the song begins. The lights from the magic crystal illuminated the two. Like the protagonist in this show.

Ciel gently held onto Helena's waist and one other hand held her hand. It made Helena feel her cheeks hot. The two performed the waltz dance elegantly. Sometimes, Helena also stuck two fresh melons towards Ciel, looking into the young man's eyes with a slightly seductive expression.

After one dance was over, all the young nobles in the party clapped their hands. Completely amazed by the matching movement between the two.

Before going into the next dance, Ciel suddenly said softly.

“It looks like I'm still affected by the wine, so can't accompany Miss Helena dancing. So, instead ...” Ciel looked in a certain direction. “Ferel, come!”

A round short figure with gold-colored clothes with exaggerated embellishments approached with a dazed expression.

“What's up, Prince Luciel?”

“It looks like I'm drunk. You replaced me.”

Before Helena reacted, Ciel's hand holding Helena's hand was directly directed and linked to Ferel's. Bowing politely, the figure of the prince left the dancing place.

Stunned Helena was aware of a hand that slightly squeezed her hand. Looking at the short round figure in front of him then looking at the figure of the handsome young man with an indifferent expression leaving the dancing place, he realized that he was being played from the start.

Seeing that handsome face, Helena gritted her teeth while cursing inwardly.

The fucker …

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