The Duke in the Spire of Thorns

When Celeste and Escrito arrived at the Palace of Ors, the banquet had already begun.

In fact, they shouldn't have arrived so late, but because of Escrit's reaction to Celeste's unsolicited kiss in the carriage, the two had to delay some time.

Fortunately, in the end Celeste's sanity was still there, and he stopped Escrit in time when he had more extreme plans, otherwise they might just miss the banquet.

"Don't be nervous..." Escrit was not worried about Celeste's concerns, "This banquet is just a dispensable cutscene, it doesn't matter if you don't show up."

Escrit acted as if he didn't know what his words meant, "Or, I can inform them and ask them to reschedule the date of the banquet."

"You know what, you sound like you're a king."

Celeste complained easily. In fact, he was already nervous because of Escrit's words, but he resisted it and didn't show it.

Escrito seemed to have noticed, but he didn't seem to notice. His reaction to this was to follow Celeste's wishes to arrange his clothes, and he rearranged Celeste's clothes with familiar movements.The clothes on his body also need to be tidied up, because Celeste just scratched his collar without any scruples, and the originally neat and beautiful white wrinkled neckline has been crumpled by Celeste.

However, after he finished tidying Celeste's clothes, he seemed to have decided to stop here, and he didn't seem to plan to tidy his collar.

"Are you going to get out of the car like this?"

Celeste grabbed his sleeve and asked in disbelief, "Don't you tidy up your own clothes?"

"I see no need, my dear lord."

Escrit responded with a smile, "It's okay, please don't worry, no one dares to point fingers at my clothes."

However, this is not what Celeste cares about. What he cares about is that he and Escritt are in the same car, and others can easily associate the messy marks on Escritt's body with him. live with this.

But he couldn't say it, so he had to order forcefully: "I don't want to see your sloppy look, fix your collar, quick."

"Oh..." Escrit said inexplicably, "Is that so?"

"But my dear lord, you seem to have forgotten one very important thing." Escrit said: "You are no longer my master, why should I care what you think?"

He still seemed to be brooding over Celeste's rejection just now.

Escrito was rejected by Celeste's request, but he did not break free from the sleeves held by Celeste.Obviously, there is still room for negotiation on this matter.

Celeste understood Escrit's silent request very well, he became angry with embarrassment, his fair face flushed, his lips opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he closed them tightly again immediately.

They stayed like this for a few minutes, Celeste getting more and more agitated as time went by, he didn't want to be late.But Escrito still had an indifferent expression on his face. As a last resort, Celeste took the lead in compromising. He pursed his lips, lowered his head, and said in an angry voice, "...tonight."

"Maybe I'm going too far?"

Escrito chuckled: "Can I ask for your forgiveness in advance?"

Celeste was silent for a while, and finally replied through gritted teeth: "Yes!"

After the agreement was reached, Escrito finally started to tidy up his collar. He firmly held Celeste's hand with his right hand, and easily made his collar neat and tidy with only his left hand.

"Do you know." When Escrito led Celeste out of the car, he said in a cheerful tone: "You can completely ignore my request just now. If you just straighten up my collar, don't I still Are you willing to reject you?"

"As far as I know, you have learned to take care of yourself by now?"

"I want me to tidy your clothes." Celeste said with a deadpan expression, "You're dreaming."

There are usually only two identities for people who can tidy up other people's clothes: either servants or wives.

Escrit's words clearly meant something.

Celeste suppressed the anger in his heart and said with a smile: "Dear Lord Smedley, you are not qualified yet."

"Really?" Escrit's expression did not change, he was still gentle, "I think I will work harder for your evaluation."

Celeste looked away from him.

As he thought, the banquet of the Os Empire was not much different from the banquet of St. Peder, but, whether it was his illusion, he always felt that this banquet seemed very weird.

Although the nobles at the banquet appeared to be well-mannered, and their demeanor was unmistakable, Celeste just had a feeling that, in his opinion, those nobles seemed to be like stiff puppets, looking weird and dull .

This feeling reached its peak when he saw the crown prince of the Os Empire, his cousin by blood.

The crown prince's name is Kelson Yale. According to Noyce, this is a very assertive and tough person. No matter what happens, the expression on his face will maintain a consistent calm.However, the difference between the Kelsen present in front of Celeste and the rumored Jagged Prince is too great.

Celeste looked at him suspiciously, and the other party came to him at this time and started talking to him.

As far as words are concerned, the other party is impeccable, and the doubts in Celeste's heart are slightly resolved: maybe he really thinks too much.

After finishing the conversation with the Crown Prince of the Ostian Empire, Celeste breathed a sigh of relief. In the conversation just now, he put all his energy into it, for fear that he might make mistakes.

Fortunately, there was no problem.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of Escrit, and he wanted to know what Escrit's performance was like in this banquet, so, with this mentality, he began to look for Escrit in the audience. Ritter.

Then, he was extremely surprised to find that not only was Escrit not in the center of the audience, but was staying in a hidden corner, he was slowly tasting a glass of red wine, and after noticing his gaze, he raised his hand with a smile cup.

— as if the audience greets the actors on the stage.

Celeste walked towards him, with more doubts in his heart.

In fact, he should be the protagonist tonight. After all, this is a banquet specially organized for the envoys of the St. Peter Empire. special chat.They seemed to be more focused on talking about their own affairs. Celeste stood among them, as if a bystander had entered the stage, feeling out of place.

...Maybe it's because the St. Peter Empire is not worth mentioning to the Os Empire.

He didn't encounter any obstacles on the way to Escrit, and Escrit put down the wine glass in his hand, "Well, are you tired of these boring entertainment?"

"Then come here and hide with me."

He saw Celeste's doubts, but he didn't mean to explain. He just stepped aside and let Celeste sit beside him.Celeste didn't speak, and sat down beside him silently.

It was the first time that he was so completely ignored in a banquet.

Hillest observed the center circle of the banquet. The beautiful ladies and noble ladies were talking and laughing gracefully, and the noble youths were also toasting and talking and laughing. This normal banquet scene made Hilles I feel a little creepy.

"Why don't we go back first?"

Escrit suggested, "Don't worry, they won't think you're being rude."

"...Let's go." Celeste didn't look back at the bustling banquet scene. He and Escrito started to walk out. No one noticed their departure, and they were still immersed in their own world.

"What happened?"

On the carriage, Celeste couldn't help asking, he looked at Escrit sitting opposite him, "I want to know."

Escrit said softly: "I won't stop you from observing, but I won't take the initiative to tell you the truth."

"...Eri?" Celeste did not give up, he showed favor to Escrit: "If you tell me the truth, I will repay you."

"What repayment?" Escrit seemed to be interested: "Conclude marriage with me?"

"Men and men can't marry. It's the same in St. Peder, and it's the same in the Os Empire. I thought you knew that."

Celeste said, but there was a slight shake in his heart:

The situation in the Os Empire was too weird. Although he didn't show it, he was actually very scared in his heart. He was afraid that their St. Peter Empire would become like this.In the face of this terrible threat, it seems that the conditions he could not accept are not so harsh?

"Then we have nothing to talk about, my dear lord," said Escrit. "Please don't say anything to spoil my fun. I have ordered my cooks to prepare us a delicious meal." It's time for the meal, let's gather enough energy to cope with the coming night."

The carriage continued to drive, and only the sound of horseshoes "clacking" could be heard on the empty and silent street.

Celeste lowered her eyes and said nothing.It wasn't until the carriage stopped and Escrit led him out that he spoke again, his voice as thin as a mosquito's, "If you can find a way that won't damage my reputation...then I promise you."

Escrit's footsteps stopped, a smug expression flashed across his face, and then he smiled again,

"Of course, my dear, your reputation will not be harmed in any way, I promise."