— AT A CERTAIN NOBLEMAN'S MANOR
"Sister! My dear sister!" a young lady who seems to be in her early twenties rushed to a lively tea party.
All the ladies who participate the tea party paused their chatters and turned their heads at the beautiful young maiden. In the center of all, a beautiful lady who had a bright expression on her face suddenly frowned.
"Audrey, haven't I told you to refrain your unruly behaviour before the guests?" the girl said with an edge of an annoyed tone.
"My image is nothing compared to the news I have!" Audrey immediately spoke after her older sister's words.
The other ladies felt the cold temperature and knew that she is furious as her brow twitched. "Get straight to the point or I—" Monique was about to give her sister permission to speak.
"His Highness, Crown Prince Henry, will return today!" but as Audrey knew her sister's intention, she immediately said what she knows.
"What?!" All the ladies exclaimed.
Most of them stood from the white-painted floral-designed steel chairs whilst a few others were shocked that they haven't heard this information although they have an entire information group to gather everything related of Henry.
"Did the palace block this information?" Monique hurriedly asked the question that the other ladies desire to ask.
Audrey nodded and gave the ladies a moment of relief as they felt anxious that they didn't know of the information of Henry's return. However some of them who appear more sane than those with uncomfortable insanity, were thinking why Henry's return is extremely fast because he left the palace a few days ago.
Yet they wanted to get rid of their logical thoughts as their beloved prince charming will return so they can finally see his handsome face and hear his gentleman voice again.
"Lady Aveline, please excuse me. I have to prepare myself for this unexpected but delightful event," a lady in a long yellow dress bowed before rushing to leave the grand mansion to ride her carriage back to her home and even tell her sisters and mother of what she heard.
"Me too." The other ladies repeated the exact gesture and left the manor with the same intentions.
Monique sighed as she stood up from her seat and looked at multiple teacups with warm tea. 'I guess I also need to prepare for your return,' she paused whatever she was thinking inwardly before her face became flushed and a grin appeared, 'my dear beloved fiance.'
["My beautiful insane yandere character!" the Author said while hiding their huge grin.]
— CRIMSON PALACE
"Your Majesty," he lowered his head and placed his hand on his chest, "a crowd or rather an army of women are in front of the main gate."
Frederick looked at his aged friend before he chuckled as he saw hundreds of noblewomen gathering for the return of their handsome bachelor.
"There shall be no debating, my son is like his handsome old man."
"Like father, like son." The old butler sighed as he notices the similarities of Frederick and Henry. One could say that they are delusional but their appearance is completely otherworldly.
Frederick looks at the view from his office before he turns his head to his butler, "Enough of my third son. How is Flavian's health?"
...
With the help of mages and their spells, Henry's group are approaching the capital in a moderate speed. Normally the time spent to travel from the capital and his manor would take about four days. Now with the assistance of the palace, Henry will return before the sun would set.
"Has the number lessen for a little tiny bit?" Henry asked while looking at Reyna.
Reyna used her abilities to see farther and shook her head. Henry gulped before returning his gaze at Irene who looked like she was dying from boredom.
"Are you not having fun?" he asked curiously while Irene turned her head to look at him.
"..." Irene didn't say anything but raised her brows as she saw the crowd of women with her heightened senses.
"I am about to have fun.. seeing you get surrounded by a swarm of crazy bitches."
Henry looked at her with a blank expression. 'Sometimes I wonder if you are really a goddess who promotes purity,' he thought inwardly.