Chapter 155
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“What’s this supposed to mean, Karendoll? Knowing that Master has a duel tomorrow with that idiot, why did you come here? Don’t tell me you don’t know whose room this belongs to?”
It really doesn’t make any sense, and it’s impossible.
I wanted to reprimand Karendoll aloud for being there, but I held back and calmly asked her.
Although she is a slave and ostensibly engaged to Kaisar-sama, she was nothing more than mere decoration, a camouflage to make it easier for him to move as Black Rose behind the scenes.
In the first place, what kind of behaviour is it for a would-be fiancée to disturb her partner’s sleep on the eve of his big day?
It is true that the other party is a dirtbag named His Highness Prince Claude, so even if Kaisar-sama were to engage in an all-night duel, there is no way he could lose, but even so, it would be outrageous to do anything that would burden Kaisar-sama.
“Ara, Bridgette, I should be asking you the same thing. Why did you come into my fiancée’s room like a burglar in the middle of the night while everyone else was asleep and without making a sound? How did you intend to take responsibility if I were doing this and those things with Kaisar-sama?”
“Don’t answer a question with another.”
What kind of environment was she raised in to respond to questions in such a vulgar way? Maybe I need to ask her parents about it.
“Ara? Are you so dumb that you can’t understand the words ‘my fiancée’? It is true that as a slave, Bridgette, you are my senior, but I am Kaisar-sama’s fiancée, so please don’t confuse the two.”
“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!”
I thought it was for camouflage, but I didn’t understand why Karendoll, who hated Kaisar-sama so much until a short while ago, had grown so fond of him.
I know you worship Kaisar-sama for his strength and his ideology, but—
“Hnn…”
Just as I was thinking that much and wondering how I would respond, I heard a voice coming from Kaisar-sama, showing that he was having a hard time sleeping.
“Karendoll.”
“Yes. Let’s call a truce so that we don’t wake Kaisar-sama.”
And it seems too good to be true at the right time, as the atmosphere of the confrontation dissolved with Kaisar-sama’s uncomfortable breathing, so the three of us slept together for the day.
In the first place, Kaisar-sama is everyone’s Kaisar-sama.
The idea of keeping it all to yourself is a no-no.
Karendoll seems to share this view, so we both fell asleep with Kaisar-sama in our arms from both ends.
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.
.
.
The day ended without them knowing that Sarah, the self-proclaimed first slave, was hiding inside the bed that was big enough for three people, hollowing out the contents of the bed to the size of a person and soaking in the pleasure of feeling Kaisar’s weight.
[EDN: Wtf is wrong with these people?]
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“What’s this supposed to mean, Karendoll? Knowing that Master has a duel tomorrow with that idiot, why did you come here? Don’t tell me you don’t know whose room this belongs to?”
It really doesn’t make any sense, and it’s impossible.
I wanted to reprimand Karendoll aloud for being there, but I held back and calmly asked her.
Although she is a slave and ostensibly engaged to Kaisar-sama, she was nothing more than mere decoration, a camouflage to make it easier for him to move as Black Rose behind the scenes.
In the first place, what kind of behaviour is it for a would-be fiancée to disturb her partner’s sleep on the eve of his big day?
It is true that the other party is a dirtbag named His Highness Prince Claude, so even if Kaisar-sama were to engage in an all-night duel, there is no way he could lose, but even so, it would be outrageous to do anything that would burden Kaisar-sama.
“Ara, Bridgette, I should be asking you the same thing. Why did you come into my fiancée’s room like a burglar in the middle of the night while everyone else was asleep and without making a sound? How did you intend to take responsibility if I were doing this and those things with Kaisar-sama?”
“Don’t answer a question with another.”
What kind of environment was she raised in to respond to questions in such a vulgar way? Maybe I need to ask her parents about it.
“Ara? Are you so dumb that you can’t understand the words ‘my fiancée’? It is true that as a slave, Bridgette, you are my senior, but I am Kaisar-sama’s fiancée, so please don’t confuse the two.”
“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!”
I thought it was for camouflage, but I didn’t understand why Karendoll, who hated Kaisar-sama so much until a short while ago, had grown so fond of him.
I know you worship Kaisar-sama for his strength and his ideology, but—
“Hnn…”
Just as I was thinking that much and wondering how I would respond, I heard a voice coming from Kaisar-sama, showing that he was having a hard time sleeping.
“Karendoll.”
“Yes. Let’s call a truce so that we don’t wake Kaisar-sama.”
And it seems too good to be true at the right time, as the atmosphere of the confrontation dissolved with Kaisar-sama’s uncomfortable breathing, so the three of us slept together for the day.
In the first place, Kaisar-sama is everyone’s Kaisar-sama.
The idea of keeping it all to yourself is a no-no.
Karendoll seems to share this view, so we both fell asleep with Kaisar-sama in our arms from both ends.
.
.
.
.
.
The day ended without them knowing that Sarah, the self-proclaimed first slave, was hiding inside the bed that was big enough for three people, hollowing out the contents of the bed to the size of a person and soaking in the pleasure of feeling Kaisar’s weight.
[EDN: Wtf is wrong with these people?]
What's this supposed to mean, Karendoll? Knowing that Master has a duel tomorrow with that idiot, why did you come here? Don't tell me you don't know whose room this belongs to?It really doesn't make any sense, and it's impossible.I wanted to reprimand Karendoll aloud for being there, but I held back and calmly asked her.Although she is a slave and ostensibly engaged to Kaisar-sama, she was nothing more than mere decoration, a camouflage to make it easier for him to move as Black Rose behind the scenes.In the first place, what kind of behaviour is it for a would-be fiance to disturb her partner's sleep on the eve of his big day?It is true that the other party is a dirtbag named His Highness Prince Claude, so even if Kaisar-sama were to engage in an all-night duel, there is no way he could lose, but even so, it would be outrageous to do anything that would burden Kaisar-sama.Ara, Bridgette, I should be asking you the same thing. Why did you come into my fiance's room like a burglar in the middle of the night while everyone else was asleep and without making a sound? How did you intend to take responsibility if I were doing this and those things with Kaisar-sama?Don't answer a question with another.What kind of environment was she raised in to respond to questions in such a vulgar way? Maybe I need to ask her parents about it.Ara? Are you so dumb that you can't understand the words my fiance'? It is true that as a slave, Bridgette, you are my senior, but I am Kaisar-sama's fiance, so please don't confuse the two.Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!I thought it was for camouflage, but I didn't understand why Karendoll, who hated Kaisar-sama so much until a short while ago, had grown so fond of him.I know you worship Kaisar-sama for his strength and his ideology, butHnnJust as I was thinking that much and wondering how I would respond, I heard a voice coming from Kaisar-sama, showing that he was having a hard time sleeping.Karendoll.Yes. Let's call a truce so that we don't wake Kaisar-sama.And it seems too good to be true at the right time, as the atmosphere of the confrontation dissolved with Kaisar-sama's uncomfortable breathing, so the three of us slept together for the day.In the first place, Kaisar-sama is everyone's Kaisar-sama.The idea of keeping it all to yourself is a no-no.Karendoll seems to share this view, so we both fell asleep with Kaisar-sama in our arms from both ends......The day ended without them knowing that Sarah, the self-proclaimed first slave, was hiding inside the bed that was big enough for three people, hollowing out the contents of the bed to the size of a person and soaking in the pleasure of feeling Kaisar's weight.EDN: Wtf is wrong with these people?
