The Useless 8th Prince

Little Secret

“Sorry, Young Master Ferel. I feel tired, so want to rest first.”

Helena immediately let go of Ferel's hand. The woman bowed politely to the people at the party before finally retreating, returning inside the castle under the pretext of exhaustion. Leaving the silent figure of Ferel in the crowd of couples dancing.

Up on the top floor of the castle, Helena looked towards the father who came to her. The man looked at his daughter with quite a doubtful expression, seemingly confused as to what to say.

“Are you okay, Helena?” marquis Roschild asked with a doubtful expression.

“I'm fine, Father.” Helena nodded lightly. “I'm sorry, really can't directly persuade Prince Luciel. But I can be sure, Helena will try better next time.”

Looking at his determined daughter, Marquis Roschild felt both proud and somewhat pitying. He gave a few words as encouragement.

“It's okay. After all, Prince Luciel is not called ‘prince’ without a reason. As a prince, it was natural that he had a rejection to such temptations.”

“No, Dad. Helena sure can do it. It's just harder, but not impossible. I will definitely fight to do well.”

“Ya .. then I leave it to you.”

“Of course, Dad. Helena understands.”

Returning to her room, the woman immediately headed for the indoor bathroom before washing her face. Looking at the beautiful figure reflected in the mirror, Sara confidently Helena returned. He nodded with a confident expression.

“True, Helena! You can do it! After many trials, Prince Luciel will definitely be wiped out! Yes ... wither and begin to pamper myself like a little treasure of his.”

Meanwhile, the party went as it should. Without feeling the time pass, almost late at night. The party is finally over.

Marquis Roschild and his family showed up to escort the guests to the door to return.

At the time of Ciel's turn, the young man felt the Roschild Family was too enthusiastic about him. When she shook hands with Helena, she felt a piece of paper tucked into her hand. Ciel chose to accept it without making a fuss.

Entering the carriage of the carriage, Ciel saw the folded paper in his palm. After opening it, he saw a sentence that was neither too long nor short.

‘Little Helena will surely miss you, Prince. If there is an opportunity, be sure to send a letter to Helena ..’

Looking at the spoiled sentence with some deliberately drawn heart patterns to add to his timidity, Ciel shook his head lightly. Clenching his hands, the paper burned to ashes. Opening his hand, he blew the ashes out the window. Go by car without thinking about it.

In Ciel's heart, Helena belongs to a dangerous species. So secretly the young man decided to stay away from her.

Returning to the inn, Ciel immediately went to his room. He told Shana to get him a basin of warm water and a towel. The young man then wiped all the sweat all over his body before changing into clothes.

After changing clothes, Ciel lay lazily on the bed while daydreaming. More precisely, counting the many things that came to his head.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

The sound of knocking on the door rang out, making Ciel wake up from his daydream. He casually headed for the door. Sensing that the figure behind the door was not a threat to him at all, the young man opened the door casually. At that moment, his expression was slightly stagnant. Reason …

The midnight visitor was Savian's concubine, Arla the Abyssal Barbarian.

“Are you knocking on the wrong door?” ciel asked suspiciously.

Ciel's question made Arla look down embarrassed. After hesitating for a moment, the woman raised her face and looked into Ciel's eyes. He then said shrewdly.

“Can I come in, Prince Luciel?”

Looking at the nervous Arla, Ciel let out a long sigh.

“Log.”

...***...

Nine days passed after the party, Ciel's horse carriage finally appeared at the gate of Black Lily City. The guards greeted him enthusiastically. It really gave a warm welcome and made the young man feel at home.

Arriving at Black Lily Castle, his subordinates had been waiting and welcoming warmly. As usual, after giving a sentence or two, Ciel went to his room, took a bath and rested. That night, they had a little party.

After the party, Ciel who returned to the room was followed by Isabella. That's right, compared to Ariana, Camellia, and Elena who are forbidden to go up to the floor where Ciel keeps personal belongings.

The reason Ciel did that was not because he did not believe in his fiancee or his two concubines. However, for the dirty work he did, the young man chose to hide it.

“Will Miss Camellia also be involved, My Lord?” ask Isabella.

What women mean by being involved is of course doing cruel things behind the shadows. Of course, the reason Isabella asked that was because Ciel actually kept Camellia's coffin on that special floor.

“No. I'm just making sure the security. Once the process is complete, he will return to the bottom floor. Until then ... help me keep it.”

“According to your order, Tuanku.”

“It's not usually that you follow me here, Isabella. Yes .. except for certain moments. What's up?”

Certain moments are when Ciel takes his women to his room, or when a desperate Camellia breaks through the floor and waits in his room. Of course, such a moment was not too Ciel noticed. The women are so obedient. Other than being in his room or passing through the hallway, they really did not dare to open the rooms on that floor.

“Can't this slave come because he misses his master?”

Isabella said with a seductive expression. He approached Ciel from behind then hugged while attaching two melons to the young man's back. Isabella then kisses Ciel's neck while gently biting. Act spoiled when no one is around.

“What's up? If there is nothing ... you better go back and rest.” Ciel said with an indifferent expression.

“It was so cold, but this slave really liked it. Should this slave change with ‘clothes it’ then give you a massage. Looks like you're quite exhausted, Mr.” Isabella whispered softly in Ciel's ear.

“Isabella ..” Ciel's voice gets colder.

“It looks like Mr. is in a bad mood. This slave came to report .. eight inns were completed. If you want, you can immediately send the Dark Elves there.”

“It's done?”

“True, Tuanku.”

“Good. You've done well, Isabella.”

“It's been this slave's duty, Mr.”

Taking off Isabella's hand, Ciel who had been standing was sitting on the edge of the bed. Looking towards the dazzling Isabella standing in front of him, he gave the order.

“Sit.”

Without waiting for long, Isabella sat in front of Ciel obediently.

Staring at Isabella who was sitting on the floor looking up to look at her, Ciel reached out to gently caress the woman's cheek.

“Truly naughty woman ... so enjoy when treated like this by her master?”

“Tuan ..” Feel the touch of Ciel, Isabella groans softly.

“Do you know, Isabella. At first I was not interested in you. Although you are beautiful, in the Imperial Palace .. many beautiful servants like you.”

“...”

“You know why I treat you differently? That's because of the tough and stubborn attitude you have. You really always try to get close and look for opportunities. Even after a few near-deaths .. you still do.

Your strict attitude when carrying out all the commands I say. No hesitation in dirtying that small and delicate hand for his master. That's a fascinating thing.

Do you know what I like most about you?”

“...” Isabella looked up while shaking lightly.

“Your eyes show absolute determination and loyalty. Completely surrender the whole body and soul to one person. A look that says I can do everything …

Even if I ruin and throw you away.”

Ciel looked down and whispered softly into Isabella's ear.

“Such obedient girl ... I absolutely do not hate her.”

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