The Useless 8th Prince

Dinner

“Are you satisfied enough, Mister?”

Hearing her voice, Ciel let go of the embrace and took a few steps back. Meanwhile, Elena observed the young man who had become her Master. The messy black hair and slightly pale face from exhaustion could not hide his good looks. Those two irises with different colors always made Elena feel helpless.

Emm ... My heart .. Why is my heart beating so fast?

“Sorry Elena, I just feel too happy. Insecticide ... The insecticide I made was successful,” Ciel said as he turned his face away, feeling a bit awkward.

The insecticide? That insect poison was resolved so quickly?

Elena was shocked in her heart. But outside he still looks very calm and ordinary. Although surprised, it had been a long time that the woman had forgotten how to express it. He once again observed Ciel.

Choosing Prince Luciel as my Master seems to be completely wrong. Able to create such a formula quickly. Genuinely genius!

Thinking of how the potion would impact the farm, Elena felt excited. The little people will definitely not go hungry anymore!

In addition, Ciel who had lowered the tax became a figure admired by the people living in his territory. Only, it was still partly because the eight territories that the former nobles managed were still not that young man.

Speaking of territory, Elena remembered something.

“Didn't ten days later ‘those people’ will visit for dinner?” ask Elena.

Ciel who felt a bit awkward was surprised when Elena discussed another topic. The young man tilted his head while answering, “Indeed. The acquisition of the territory must be completed immediately. After all, without feeling it has been three weeks I lead this region.”

It's been three weeks? Don't you mean three weeks, sir?

The question flashed through Elena's mind, but she simply nodded in response to Ciel.

The young man continued, “In the first month, I had to resolve the acquisition issue. The next month, I will try to stabilize the area. It then began to rework its system. There's still a lot to do.”

Hearing Ciel's plan, Elena's eyes emitted a mysterious glint. The woman was surprised by the schedule made by her Master. Usually, it takes a lot of time just to spread the name as the owner of the territory. But the master was different, the young man planned to do many things in one season.

Master is truly amazing!

If Ciel found out what was in Elena's head, the young man must be embarrassed. He himself has the right schedule for the first three months he gets the territory that stabilizes and then runs it slowly. The reason is simple …

Damnit damnit! I hope everything is done before summer. Uh! Summer in the demon continent really makes me lazy to go out of the house. I don't want to have to finish it!

Cold wine in a cup! Fresh fruits ... relaxing tambahan. Summer, I'm coming!

Ciel thought as he closed his eyes, looking like a person who was thinking seriously.

...***...

Ten days later.

In the morning, Ciel looked a little rushed. He checked every part of Black Lily Castle that was now thoroughly cleaned and decorated as well.

In addition to total cleaning, Ciel also makes sure the banquet room is neatly arranged. Although it was only dinner with six people, this also concerned the future of his territory. He did not care much about the former nobles. It was just that, he did not dare as he pleased and lost face.

At first Ciel wanted to greet them with a casual party and then talk in person. However, the nobility's etiquette did not allow that. His mother always taught him how important noble etiquette was. He doesn't care about former nobles. But if he does and the news reaches his mother's ears.

Glup!

Ciel swallowed the saliva before muttering, “Yes Lord .. lest the big boss go berserk. I can't afford it.”

Waitie? Why do I pray in such a way? Is my prayer heard? Do I look weird? A devil who prays seems .. um, quite unique and rare.

As Ciel daydreamed, Camellia approached him.

“Everything is ready, Mr.”

“Anu ... Sir?” Camellia looked at Ciel with a doubtful expression.

“What's up, Camellia?”

“Is ... is it okay for me to stand beside you during such an important moment?”

Camellia was uncomfortable. In Ciel's setting, the girl would continue to follow him as an assistant and greet the former nobles. Although they were only former nobles, the disgust of those people with mixed races must have been obvious.

“No need to worry. I'll be by your side if they try to embarrass you.”

“Not that, Mister!” camellia exclaimed with a sad expression. “I just don't want your name tainted for choosing a mixed-blood assistant like me.”

Ciel smiled as she stroked Camellia's head. “What is defamatory? Am I not already known as a useless Prince?”

“Tuan ..”

“Berintah. You must be tired after doing many things.”

“Seusai your order, Mr.”

Looking at the distant Camellia, a gentle smile still lingered on Ciel's face. Merely, his eyes emitted a strange glint, appearing cold and mysterious.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Ciel sat by the window of his study. He saw clearly that the sixth carriage had arrived. That meant one thing, the invited guests had arrived.

Standing up from his seat, Ciel slightly tidied his collar. Now he was wearing black noble clothes with gold stripes and ornaments. It looks elegant and so noble. Merely, the young man felt somewhat uncomfortable with such clothes.

“I'd better get off soon,” muttered Ciel.

In etiquette, a higher-level demon lord was not allowed to wait for guests directly. He simply had the butler wait for the guests to arrive. Just like he's doing right now.

Being a member of the Imperial family is really complicated. Yes ... I also do not hate it because it has many advantages of its own.

Down the stairs, Ciel saw six middle-aged men who had been waiting for him. With a polite smile on his face, the young man began to greet.

“Pardon my delay, Gentlemen. Thank you for coming to my little show.”

“Prince Luciel is too polite. We did not wait long at all,” said the tall middle-aged man. She has blue irises, blonde hair combed back, as well as a thin mustache. There are two moderately long horns that are gray and pointed, similar to antelope horns. Looks polite at once quite sneaky.

“Hehehe .. Then I will thank you, Mr. Lawrence.” Ciel who had just descended the stairs looked at the middle-aged man.

“An honor to me, Prince Luciel.”

Hector Lawrence, head of the Lawrence Family and former Count under the previous Marquis. Although a little cunning, the man was notoriously neutral and calculating. Looks like a pretty good strategist, too.

Ciel then turned his gaze to someone else. Armand Foster, a well-built man with brown skin and black hair. He looks strong but simple. Famous for his loyalty to the Empire, he was the head of the Foster Family as well as a former Viscount.

In addition there was a middle-aged man who was rather short and slightly stocky. His face was so polite, it clearly looked like a sycophant. His name is Rocco Carter, the head of the Carter Family and former Viscount. Although he looked somewhat dubious, he was also a fairly famous merchant.

There were also Matteo Oxley and Willy Palmer, both of whom looked relatively modest with their usual stature and brown hair. The difference is, Matteo is a little darker than Willy. The two were also former Viscounts, but did not possess good military strength. Only, the two areas they manage are places with very large agricultural land.

Lastly, David Nixon. The burly middle-aged man with thick black hair and beard. He was the most powerful among the six people there. It's just that the guy is notorious. The man ruled the westernmost place of the territory Ciel owned. The place was quite chaotic, but it had more military forces. Like Lawrence, he was also a former Count.

Looking at the six people, Ciel's eyes emitted a cold gleam. The young man grinned.

“Then ... let's start the banquet.”

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