'Audrey Frankie…'
Rhysand had never heard of the Frankie surname before. "You're the eldest?"
"Yes," replied the girl coldly.
The girl's voice was shrill as well. It is very different with the most girls here. However, the shrill mingled with a dainty note.
Rhysand couldn't turn his attention to the figure sitting behind the curtain. The curtain didn't even show a glimmer of shadow behind it.
Tch!! Hugo savage! At least he should be able to see her reflection! Not being presented with jet black curtains as if talking to a wall.
"What do you think of the Atalaric Kingdom?" Rhysand asked him.
"Only the kingdom."
The super cold words still erupted from her lips. Even so, her petite tone camouflaged the girl's cold voice. Rather, her voice resembled that of a sulking girl.
'Interesting…'
"Then what do you think of a prince?"
The girl behind it let out a long breath. "The highness Prince, do you want me to be honest?"
Rhysand cracked a half smile. He closed his eyes. In front of him imprinted a girl in his mind. He imagined, a girl with blond brown hair, with smooth skin sitting in front of him.
"Just answer my question." Rhysand said quietly.
"For me, the prince is the future leader of the kingdom. An order that must be respected and respected. However, not all people can love the prince."
The answer that came out of the girl's mouth was far different from the other girls. Normally, other girls would glorify his name. My lord, Prince, is a famous ruler of the country. They will brag, whose unlike this girl.
Rhysand stroked his beard.
'Interesting, interesting.'
"Why do you think so?"
She even laughed. "My lord prince doesn't need to ask me. Just ask the prince himself, why, when princes walk out of the kingdom, they look down in fear, instead of staring in amazement?"
Rhysand frowned. "What do you mean?!! You underestimated me?"
The girl chuckled again. As if laughing at him. "Just look at the prince first. I think it's better for the prince to know himself than to have a ridiculous maid selection."
"Stupid????"
Rhysand clenched his fists. Anger slightly ignited in his body. His face turned red with anger.
"Doesn't the prince know, all overseas countries have never had a problem with maids like the Prince. I mean, it's funny."
"If this is funny, why did you come here? You're also one of those girls who want wealth, right?"
He laughed. "Hahaha. Wealthy? No. I can live just being an adventurer. There's no need to take care of a prince. I think it's just a fool for those who pay attention to beauty above all else. In fact, purity of heart is something more essential. Doesn't a face get old, right? Then, the heart is never old?"
Rhysand didn't answer the rhetorical question. "Get lost, you. You're lucky I didn't see your face. If I did, I could have slashed and beheaded you in an instant."
"I don't think I need to thank you for my life. Because a good prince wouldn't arbitrarily behead his people."
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