The Useless 8th Prince
The Wrong Rumor
Is the rumor wrong?
It was a question that was stirred up in Isabella's mind. Seeing the handsome young man who was busy writing and taking down many things made him dazed.
Isabella, as a low-class woman among Devils has a dream. She once dreamed of becoming the wife of a noble. At least one Baron.
Because since childhood life suffered and all shortcomings, Isabella was very jealous of the nobility. In his teens, he worked as a mercenary to hunt and sell materials to merchants or nobles. That way he could also raise his level.
Now he's 24 years old. That age can be considered very mature for a woman. At the time of becoming a mercenary, many people were attracted to him. But he refused them for a reason. The nobles ... do not like secondhand goods.
Hearing that a Prince was going to be sent to this region, Isabella was very surprised. From the rumors, he found out that the Prince was just trash that was considered a waste by the people in the Imperial Palace.
Lazy, extravagant, and fond of fun. Seeing that criterion, Isabella thinks that she has a chance. Quit being a mercenary, he took the exam and managed to work as the chief maid at Black Lily Castle. Of course, other than because she can do the homework well, Isabella has enough strength to ‘protect’ her master.
In the test, the people from the Imperial Palace attach the most importance to loyalty. Of course, Isabella got away with it quite easily because being part of the nobility was her goal in life.
But the rumor turned out to be just nonsense!
Isabella is a third-rate demon. He also has innate abilities related to illusions and seduction. Previously, the woman tried to persuade Ciel gently while measuring the depth of the water. But the result is nil. He failed to do so.
That means ... Luciel Dawnbringer is stronger than him!
Fifteen years old, have a level four or more? Such a thing is considered trash? Definitely bullshit!
Isabella knew that the first Prince who was considered a genius was now 25 years old. The first prince was now a tier 5 demon, could be considered a genius for being able to reach a high level demon at that age.
Even Isabella, a tier 3 demon at twenty-four could be considered a minor genius. Knowing that Ciel had a higher level than him at the age of fifteen, he realized that he was playing around with monsters. Fortunately, Ciel was willing to ignore his stupidity and chose to let go.
The useless 8th prince? Hehehe .. clearly he was a genius that the Emperor had secretly developed. Most likely, he would be the next Emperor!
Isabella was so excited when she thought about it. He thought of various ways to lure the Prince. No need to be a wife, being a concubine was able to lift her degree. What was the concept of an Emperor concubine? Arguably ...a Marquis did not dare to act disrespectfully in front of him.
If Ciel knew what Isabella was thinking, she would have complained.
‘You think too much!’
The reason Ciel did not care when Isabella tried to seduce him was because she was busy thinking about many things. Indeed such a thing was a little careless, but there was no one who had never made a mistake in this world.
Looking at Ciel who was looking at her with a meaningful expression, Isabella was happy. He immediately thought that his master was quite fond of the kind of hardworking ‘maid who obeyed’. So he plans to do better.
Approaching Ciel and putting the documents on the workbench, Isabella gently asked, “Is there anything your servant can help you with, Mister?”
“Hmph! Stop trying to seduce Mr. Ciel!”
Hearing that voice, Isabella slightly glanced back. At the source of the voice, there was a girl who was busy counting. Half the Vampires were considered disgusting by the demons, but clearly the Prince accepted it. As far as Isabella is concerned, the Dhampir called Camellia was a slave belonging to Ciel who usually acted as her secretary. It's clear …
The girl is jealous!
You duck who tried to eat goose meat.
Isabella sneered in her heart. He hated girls like Camellia who were hypocritical. They are the same type, wanting a better life. But trying to own it yourself is stupid.
Let alone having, to become a concubine of a high nobleman also needs a hard fight. No need to be ashamed or hesitant, dare to try to advance. As long as the master did not refuse, he still had a chance. That's how the world usually works.
Thinking of something, Isabella immediately said, “Pardon the irreverence of this servant, Sir. But you haven't had lunch. Do I need to bring it here?”
“No. I'll be down for lunch after finishing this. You two ... out.”
Isabella and Camellia looked at each other before replying, “Good, Sir!”
...***...
Seeing the two women leaving from the study, Ciel let out a long sigh. He did not expect that the women in this world were so aggressive. At the time in the Imperial Palace, the young man had yet to see the woman who was trying to approach him clearly.
Could it be because I was considered an adult after turning 15?
Ciel rubbed his chin with an expression full of question marks. Shaking his head, he immediately resumed his task. Write a letter to the former nobles.
After quite a while, Ciel managed to finish all six letters. Leaning back in his chair, the young man looked so tired. Looking at his own writing, he nodded in satisfaction.
It was not in vain that I learned to write for years. It does look beautiful.
Finished writing, Ciel looked towards the clock on the wall. Realizing that it was almost three in the afternoon, he could only smile bitterly. The boy had completely forgotten about lunch.
Ciel immediately went down to the second floor. More precisely to the kitchen. At that place he saw the chefs looking lethargic.
“What is this?” ciel asked suspiciously.
The head chef immediately approached Ciel and bowed politely. “Im sorry, Sir. Because of our mediocre cooking skills, Master becomes no appetite.”
“No appetite?”
Ciel tilted his head with a puzzled expression. Looking at the kitchen table, he realized that there were many types of food prepared carefully by the chefs. But the food was cold.
“Do you guys think I don't have lunch because your cooking doesn't taste good?”
The cooks looked confused. Meanwhile, the head chef ventured to ask, “Are we wrong, Mister?”
“While the dishes you make are not as delicious as those made by Imperial Palace chefs, your cooking is delicious. Take all the cooking to the dinner table. Let me eat it.
By the way .. the reason I haven't had lunch is because it's a little busy about some things. So you don't need to feel guilty.”
“That dish is cold, sir. How about we cook a new one?” said the head chef.
“Fluffing groceries. I don't mind eating cold food. Just take it to the dinner table!”
“According to your order, Mister!” said the chefs in unison.
Ciel nodded in satisfaction before finally going to the dining room. After he left, the chefs looked at each other with expressions of disbelief.
According to what they heard, the 8th Prince was a picky person of food. Not only the ingredients, but the dish itself should be served on time so as not to detract from the quality of the taste and texture. But what they saw this time was completely different.
It seems that the rumors circulating about Prince Ciel are wrong!
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