Lord Baby Runs A Romance Fantasy With Cash [EN]: Chapter 300

☆ Chapter 300 ☆

Claudia looked a little disappointed, but I had no intention of telling her more.

‘And she’s already trying so hard as it is.’

While Clottie alone might be manageable, Liel is far too dangerous an opponent.

If Claudia were to get caught, there’s no telling what she might suffer.

‘One incident like what happened to Lady Izel is more than enough.’

Just then, a warm energy enveloped my fist.

Jasmine and Tiriel, who had taken my hand, were looking at me with furrowed brows.

“Then what about you?”

“Huh?”

“I know why you don’t want to tell us the details. It’s not because you don’t trust us. It’s because you’re worried we might be in danger, right?”

“……”

“Then what are you going to do? You’re in danger too.”

I looked at Jasmine, Tiriel, and Claudia.

I thought they were disappointed, but that wasn’t it.

They were worried about me and wanted to share my burden.

Ah, these sweethearts.

Whose friends could be so kind, cute, and pretty?

“I’m okay.”

“Lulu.”

“And I’m not trying to do it all alone.”

That was true.

‘Sid.’

Just thinking of that name brought a smile to my face.

The eyes of my friends, who had been quietly watching me, narrowed.

“……It really shows.”

“We can tell what you’re thinking just by looking at your face.”

“Ugh, yeah. Must be nice to have a perfect boyfriend.”

We ended up looking at each other and giggling.

* * *

“……I think it would be good to do it this way.”

“Yeah.”

“They must have been really desperate to set the wedding so quickly.”

Normally, a Crown Prince’s wedding would have a year of preparation.

But as soon as the rumor spread that the Crown Prince and Clottie were getting married, a date was set soon after.

And it was very soon.

“They’re using His Majesty’s illness and internal stability as an excuse, but it’s too obvious.”

“Yeah.”

“Anyway, it’s good for us since we have a good stage now.”

The Crown Prince and Clottie’s wedding.

Of course, there was no way I would just let it go smoothly.

The Emperor had regained consciousness but was unable to handle state affairs.

‘If things continue like this, the Crown Prince will formally begin acting as regent.’

Right now, the Empress Dowager is filling the role of the vacant Empress, but if that happens, there will be power struggles over the authority of the Empress’s proxy.

Moreover, Clottie was now practically a cult leader.

‘If Clottie becomes the real Crown Princess, the influence on Liel, who is one and the same, will also increase.’

There are many reasons to ruin the wedding, but the biggest reason is—.

‘Because she’s annoying.’

So what, why, what.

Originally, romance fantasy readers don’t forget even the smallest frustrations, and Clottie + Liel gave me too much frustration.

“Good. Let’s go with this plan. As a Saintess, I play a big role in the wedding, so it’s perfect.”

“Yeah.”

I turned my head to look at Sid.

It was strange that he had been just nodding without saying anything since earlier.

“What’s wrong?”

Could it be that he doesn’t like the plan? Or is he not interested?

But Sid was staring at me with such fervent eyes that it was hard to say he wasn’t interested.

‘……How long has he been looking at me like that?’

I didn’t know because we were sitting side by side.

My cheeks heated up for no reason at the deep and intense gaze.

Sid slowly opened his mouth.

“Where will we get married?”

“Huh……?”

Suddenly?

“I want to have a ceremony where everyone is watching, but I also want to do it where no one is watching.”

A soft whisper.

A familiar yet unfamiliar scent came from his solid body leaning towards me.

No, it was definitely a familiar scent, but I was feeling it unfamiliar.

The hairs on my skin stood on end as my body tensed.

A hot, large hand grabbed my shoulder.

His thumb slowly moved along my collarbone, then pressed firmly on the hollow and went up my neckline.

“……”

I bit my lip, afraid a voice would leak out.

My fingertips twitched involuntarily.

I couldn’t bring myself to look at Sid, so I lowered my gaze.

My eyes felt hot.

“You’ll definitely be the prettiest in the world when you wear a wedding dress.”

Sid’s breath brushed against my neck. I could feel his presence as if his lips had touched me, even though they hadn’t.

“But you are now, too.”

With a whisper, Sid’s hand cupped my chin.

I felt his gaze on my swollen lips as he brushed them.

For some reason, I couldn’t stand it.

The moment I tried to turn my head, Sid pulled me in by the waist.

“……!”

It was all for naught that I had been trying to avoid his gaze, as our eyes met directly.

I couldn’t take my eyes off Sid.

The sunlight filtering through the leaves was brilliantly illuminating his fine golden hair, white cheeks, and elegant eyes.

It was as if time had stopped.

A fleeting moment like eternity.

The surrounding scenery blurred, and even the lush sounds of the garden faded away.

The moment he leaned closer to me.

“Wh-what are you saying! I never said I’d marry you.”

I snapped out of it and pushed Sid’s chest away.

Sid just turned his head and looked at me, still in the pushed-away position.

“……You won’t?”

No, why is he saying that with such a sulky expression?

It makes my heart weaken.

“I’ll see how you do.”

“I’ll really do well.”

“I’ll have to see it to know.”

“I’ll really do well. If you marry me, I’ll peel fruit for you every day and massage your legs. No, don’t even walk. I’ll carry you around.”

No, that’s going to be a little embarrassing…….

“I’ll take off every single white thing when you eat tangerines [referring to the pith, the white stringy part of citrus fruits]. I’ll even peel all the tangerine segments and freeze them for you. I can freeze them right away.”

Oh.

That’s a little tempting.

‘But why is he saying he’ll peel fruit for me?’

Usually, nobles don’t peel fruit with their own hands.

‘……Our family is an exception, though, they peel it for me directly.’

Sid wouldn’t know that.

Anyway, I got up from my seat.

“My dad and brothers told me not to trust men’s words easily.”

Especially not to believe what they say they’ll do after you get married.

I left those words behind and turned away with a pout.

I came out of Sid’s palace through the secret passage and returned home.

“You’re back, Lulu?”

“The sun is nice, should my little sister take a walk?”

“Yes, let’s walk with this grandpa for once.”

“I bought the dessert that Cotton Ball likes.”

“Pet me.”

I returned to my room and flopped down on the sofa.

I hugged Nike tightly, who was wriggling and crawling up my stomach.

‘If I marry Sid—.’

Dugun, dugun [onomatopoeia for a heartbeat].

My heart kept beating loudly. I felt like steam was coming out of my cheeks.

Even so, the image of what it would be like after marrying Sid kept flashing before my eyes.

“Ugh, what do I do……!”

“Kyaung?!”

I buried my face in Nike’s chubby belly and kicked my feet in the air.

It was only after a long time that I finally calmed down.

“Hoo…….”

Come to think of it, I saw my family when I came home.

‘I didn’t even say hello.’

I think they said something to me…….

‘Eh, if it’s important, they’ll tell me again.’

I lay down, completely relaxed.

Luatisha did not know.

That the Phaeton men and Marquis Tarenka were watching her through the slightly open doorway.

Tears welled up in her father’s eyes.

* * *

Clottie looked at her reflection in the mirror.

‘……Beautiful.’

Her hands, which had been damaged from doing hard work, her swollen legs, and her dry skin and hair were all smooth and glossy.

The more people praised her, the stronger her influence became, the more her face shone.

Liel said that this was the power given by Kias Edel.

‘Yes, this is my original self.’

Originally, such hard work was not her share.

‘It was Luatisha’s share.’

Wasn’t that what Luatisha used to do when she lived at the Tarenka residence?

“Crown Princess Consort.”

At the voice calling her, Clottie turned her head.

Noble ladies and duchesses were standing there with faces that showed they wanted to win her favor at any cost.

“You are so beautiful, Crown Princess Consort.”

“Even if I recall all the weddings in history, I don’t think there could be a more beautiful bride than you.”

“Your Highness has the nobility and dignity befitting the Crown Princess Consort.”

Clottie smiled as she listened to the people’s flattery.

‘Yes, this is what I wanted.’

I’m originally someone who deserves this.

The envy, admiration, and awe of everyone.

A life where everyone else bows their heads and bends their knees to her.

‘It was all messed up because of that Luatisha, but in the end, everything has come back to its place.’

Originally, even Luatisha, the Phaeton Princess, would have to bow her head to her now.

‘……To think she doesn’t have to bow her head because she’s a Saintess.’

Aphtanes, that wretched god.

‘Why did you choose that kind of girl!’

[Aphtanes has always been like that. He always chooses wrong. That kind of god is better off dead. Only then can we have complete power in our hands.]

Clottie nodded at Liel’s voice echoing in her head.

[To kill Aphtanes, you have to get rid of his proxy, Luatisha.]

‘I know. It’s almost time.’

Thinking that, she felt relieved.

It doesn’t matter if Luatisha doesn’t bow her head right now.

‘Because Luatisha will kneel before me anyway.’

That too, today, at this wedding, in front of everyone!

At that moment, a young lady opened her mouth with a bright face.

“You must be very happy, Crown Princess Consort. At a wedding, you would normally receive the blessing of the Pope, but you will receive the blessing of Her Holiness the Saintess?”

Clottie’s face stiffened.

However, the young lady didn’t even notice it and chattered with an even brighter smile.

“I’m so envious. There are really only a handful of cases where someone gets married with the blessing of the Saintess—.”

“Young lady!”

“Yes?”

“What is there to be envious about?”

“When the Saintess isn’t even doing her job properly!”

“Rather, it would be more fortunate for the Saintess to be able to freeload on the Crown Princess Consort’s wedding.”

“I’m sorry, Crown Princess Consort.”

The others dragged the young lady, who had a bewildered expression, out.

Clottie, who was left alone in the waiting room, clenched her fist tightly.

‘……Still.’

Her fingernails dug into the skin of her palm, and red marks began to spread on her pure white lace gloves.

‘How much longer……!’

Luatisha Phaeton.

That disgustingly persistent girl!

Crack!

The mirror shattered from the evil energy that burst out of Clottie.

Clottie smiled as she looked at her reflection in the broken mirror.

‘……But it ends today.’

The victory was already leaning towards her.

So much had happened while Luatisha had been hiding and staying out of sight.

Clottie looked out the window.

The endless procession of carriages. And the commoners must have been gathered in the square outside.

‘Today, in front of these many people, here at this wedding, your grave will be—.’

* * *

“Luatisha.”

I hesitated at the voice behind me.

Should I just ignore it?

In the meantime, Esteban caught up with me at a fast pace.

I had no choice but to acknowledge him.

“……Your Highness the Crown Prince.”

Esteban just looked at me quietly, without saying a word.

I didn’t wait any longer and bent my knees.

“If you have nothing to say, I’ll be on my way.”

It was the moment I was about to pass him.

“Do you regret it?”

“Pardon?”

“If you had taken my hand, you would be in the highest position today.”

Wow, what’s with this guy?

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”

A cold voice came out involuntarily. I passed Esteban as he was.

‘What a weirdo.’

It was then.

Thud.

Esteban grabbed my wrist.

“Are you angry?”

“Why would I be angry?”

Esteban took a step closer to me.

He lowered his head and whispered in my ear.

“Because I’m marrying someone else.”

Esteban’s blue-gray eyes, saying that, were wistful and affectionate—.

“Hey.”

I was really annoyed.

I roughly shook off Esteban’s hand and stood with my legs crossed.

He’s the kind of guy you can’t talk to nicely.

“Get lost, seriously. It’s your wedding day, do you want to be doing this? You’re the groom.”

“……You’re very angry.”

“Yeah, that’s right. I’m pissed. Honestly, whether Shuriel gets hurt or not is none of my business. What kind of relationship do you and I have that you’re being so annoyingly clingy? It’s really unsightly.”

“That’s strange. If someone else had acted like this, I would have immediately thrown them in jail for insulting the imperial family.”

Esteban smiled as he grabbed my chin.

“I like this side of you too, after all.”

Crazy.

Isn’t this guy a pervert?

“I’ll wait for now.”

Esteban let go of my face.

“Originally, I’m the type to eat the most delicious thing last.”

He left those words behind and turned around.

The robes he wore for the wedding swayed heavily with Esteban’s steps.

I was dumbfounded and stared at his back.

‘I’m seeing all kinds of crazy people. Should I just kill him and go to jail?’

For a moment, I felt that impulse, but I endured it with the patience of a romance fantasy reader.

‘It’s today anyway.’

The Akalantes Palace, which had been opened for the wedding, was filled with splendid and beautiful decorations.

It was truly amazing that they had prepared this much in such a short period of time.

A place cultivated solely for the main characters of today, the bride and groom.

But what awaits the bride and groom here today is not a blessed union—.

‘Because it will be destruction.’