'Are the rumors false?'
That was the question that popped into Isabella's mind. Seeing the handsome young man who was busy writing and taking notes made her dazed.
Isabella, as a low-class woman among demons, has a dream. She once dreamed of becoming the wife of a noble. At least a Baron.
Because since she was a child she had suffered and was lacking, Isabella was very jealous of the nobility. In her teens, she worked as a mercenary to hunt and sell materials to merchants or nobles. That way she could also raise her level.
Now she is 24 years old. That age could be considered very mature for a woman. At the time she became a mercenary, many people were attracted to her. But she chose to reject them for a reason. Nobles... don't like used goods.
Hearing that a Prince would be sent to this region, Isabella was very surprised. From the rumours, she knew that the Prince was just trash that was considered a waste by the people in the Imperial Court.
Lazy, wasteful, and like spree. Seeing that criteria, Isabella thought that she had a chance. Giving up being a mercenary, she takes the exam and successfully works as a head maid at Black Lily Castle. Of course, aside from being able to do housework well, Isabella had enough strength to 'protect' her master.
In the test, the people from the Imperial Palace placed the most importance on loyalty. Of course, Isabella got away easily enough because being part of the nobility was her life's goal.
However, the rumors turned out to be just bullshit!
Isabella is a level three demon. She also has innate abilities related to illusion and seduction. Previously, the woman had tried to coax Azel gently while measuring the depth of the water. But the result is nil. She failed to do so.
That meant… Azazel Dawnbringer was stronger than her!
'Fifteen years old, level four or above? Such a thing is considered trash? bullshit!'
Isabella knew that the first Prince who was considered a genius was now 25 years old. The first prince is now a level 5 demon, could be considered a genius for being able to reach a high-level devil at that age.
Even Isabella, a level 3 demon at the age of twenty four could be considered a minor genius. Knowing that Azel was at a higher level than her at the age of fifteen, she realized that she was playing with monsters. Fortunately, Azel was willing to ignore her stupidity and chose to let go.
'Useless 8th Prince? Hehehe… he was clearly a genius cultivated by the Emperor in secret. Most likely, he would become the next Emperor!'
Isabella was so excited when she thought about it. She thought of various ways to lure the Prince. she don't need to be a wife, even being a concubine can elevate her status. What was the concept of an Emperor's concubine like? You could say… a Marquis wouldn't dare to act impolite in front of her.
If Azel knew what Isabella was thinking, he would complain.
'You think too much!'
The reason Azel didn't care when Isabella tried to seduce him was because he was busy thinking about many things. It's true that such a thing is a little careless, but there's no one who never makes mistakes in this world.
Seeing Azel looking at her with a meaningful expression, Isabella felt happy. She immediately thought that her master quite liked the 'obedient hardworking maid' type. So she plans to do better.
Approaching Azel and placing the documents on the work table, Isabella gently asked, "Is there anything your servant can help you with, Master?"
"Hmph! Stop trying to seduce Master Azel!"
Hearing that voice, Isabella glanced back slightly. At the source of the sound, a girl was seen busy counting. A Half-Vampire who the demons find detestable, but it's clear the Prince accepts it. As far as Isabella knew, the Dhampir called Camellia is Azel's slave who usually acted as his secretary. It is clear...
The girl is jealous!
'a duck trying to eat goose meat.'
Isabella sneered inside. She hates girls like Camellia who seem hypocritical. Even though they are the same kind, wanted a better life. But trying to own it is stupid.
let olone own it, Even becoming a concubine of a high noble needs a hard struggle. No need to be ashamed or doubtful, keep trying to move forward. As long as the master didn't refuse, she still had a chance. That's how the world usually works.
"You two shut up. Please go out and do some work elsewhere." Azel said with an indifferent expression, causing the two women to panic a bit.
Thinking of something, Isabella immediately said, "Excuse this servant's impoliteness, sir. But you haven't had lunch yet. Do I need to bring it here?"
"No. I'm going down for lunch after finishing this. You two... get out."
Isabella and Camellia looked at each other before answering, "Yes, Sir!"
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Seeing the two women leaving the study, Azel took a deep breath. He did not expect that the women in this world were so aggressive. At the time in the Imperial Palace, the young man had not seen the woman who was trying to approach him clearly.
'Could it be because I'm considered an adult after turning 15?'
Azel rubbed his chin with a question mark expression. Shaking his head, he immediately resumed his task. Writing letters to the former royals.
After quite a while, Azel managed to finish the six letters. Leaning back in his chair, the young man looked so tired. Looking at his own writing, he nodded in satisfaction.
'It's not in vain that I learned how to write for many years. It does look beautiful.'
Finished writing, Azel looked at the clock on the wall. Realizing that it was almost three in the afternoon, he could only smile bitterly. The young man completely forgot about lunch.
Azel immediately went down to the second floor. Specifically, to the kitchen. In that place he saw the chefs looking lethargic.
"What is this?" asked Azel suspiciously.
The head chef immediately approached azel and bowed politely. "Forgive us, sir. Because of our mediocre cooking skills, you have no appetite."
"No appetite?"
Azel tilted his head with a confused expression. Looking at the kitchen table, he realized that there were many kinds of food prepared carefully by the chefs. However the food was cold.
"Do you think I'm skipping lunch because your cooking isn't good?"
The chefs looked confused. Meanwhile, the head chef ventured to ask, "Are we wrong, sir?"
"Though the dishes you guys make aren't as good as those made by the chefs of the Imperial Palace, your cooking is delicious. Bring them all to the dining table. Let me eat them.
Anyway...the reason I haven't had lunch yet is because I'm a little busy about some stuff. So you don't have to feel guilty."
"The dish is already cold, Sir. How about we cook a new one?" said the head chef.
"What a waste of ingredients. I don't mind cold food. Just bring it to the table!"
"As you command, sir!" the chefs said in unison.
Azel 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 had heard, the 8th Prince was a picky eater. Not only the ingredients, but the dish itself must be served on time so as not to reduce the quality of taste and texture. But what they saw this time was completely different.
It seems the rumors circulating about Prince Azel are false!
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