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I don’t remember when I stopped paying attention to her. The affection I must have had for her at first had cooled off by the time we got engaged. When an innocent saint candidate approached me, she became ridiculously angry. When I saw that…… I was disgusted beyond relief. After that, a lot of things happened, and I had become completely distrustful of women―― …….
“…Anastasia-sama, Anastasia-sama!”
The one glaring at me was the handmaid that Anastasia, my wife, had kept close to her. Her name was Nina, I believe. This maid was loyal to Anastasia alone and hated me for disrespecting her, but the fact that she was coming to me meant that something terrible must have happened to her.
“What happened?”
When I calmly replied, the maidservant intensified her glare towards me as if to say this was my fault. I’m sure I could have accused her of disrespecting me, but I had no intentions of doing that. In the end, I guess it’s all in the blood of the good-natured royal family, even if they called me the “Ice Crown Prince.”
“Anastasia-sama has been poisoned. Her life is in danger.”
That’s all the maidservant said before running away from me. At that moment, for some reason, I felt a significant pain in my chest. I had given up on Anastasia a long time ago. I couldn’t be sad about Anastasia. If so, it should just be because she was connected to her brother, the Duke of Strauss.
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(…Rv eslpd’v xyvvla, kv eslpd’v xyvvla.)
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“…Pyxd.”
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(R nswze pyu vbyv vbl nasod rakdnlpp clkdt rskpsdle oyp y cye pnydeyz.)
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(Rq vblu oydvle vs jkzz bla, kv oswze byhl clld clvvla vs xyjl kv zssj zkjl yd ynnkeldv. Rd vbl qkapv rzynl, vbl xsavyzkvu ayvl oyp zso, lhld okvb rskpsd kd vbkp nswdvau. Fs, oyp vbl alyz rwarspl jkzzkdt, sa psxlvbkdt lzpl?)
Mblal olal pykdvp kd vbkp jkdtesx, ps vbl rsppkckzkvu sq elyvb cu rskpsd oyp zso. Jwv, vbyv xykeplahydv pyke vbyv bla zkql oyp kd eydtla… R’x pwal vbyv vblal oyp psxl jkde sq rskpsd vbyv nswze xyjl usw oydela clvolld zkql yde elyvb cwv okzz dlhla jkzz usw. Ls oyu…
“…She’s resented by many people.”
That’s what I told myself. You don’t need to make any strange assumptions just because you were almost killed by poison. Yes, that’s right.
“Brother.”
As I was headed towards the pharmacist when I thought this, I suddenly heard a cheerful voice. The voice was a bit high for a man, and there was only one person in the world who called me ‘brother.’ It was the second prince, Jeremy.
“Jeremy, I’m busy. I don’t have time to deal with you.”
With that, I turned to walk past Jeremy. Jeremy had his usual good-natured smile on his face. You don’t know what people could be thinking. I thought about this and glanced at Jeremy’s expression as I walked past him. At that moment… an unfathomable chill ran down my spine.
(Was this guy the kind of person who would have this expression on his face…?)
Jeremy always had a nice smile on him. Jeremy, who was known to be the kind and ideal prince. That was the only face that I’ve ever seen on my brother. So――…
“It’s going to be interesting, brother.”
This was the first time I’ve seen him say those words and smile wickedly. His expression looked like a demon’s. Even so, I persuaded myself to think that it was just because of my imagination. Perhaps it was because we were family that I decided to believe that, and maybe it was also because of my belief that this guy would never do such a thing.
“…I’m going to destroy everything. I’ll even take her away from you, brother.”
I didn’t hear a word of it. If I had been aware of this person’s insanity at the time… his plot would have failed. When I thought about it, all that came up later was intense regret.
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The appearance of the final boss (the mastermind) of this story (´ ・ ω ・ ｀) is finally here. Jeremy becomes the so-called ‘yandere.’ How he will be related to the story was yet to be seen.
Also, the second chapter will start soon (o_ _) o))
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