Chapter 101

Translator: Nox

Chapter 101: Noah's Fury

"Of course, please sit down."

Olivia strained her ears, which were gradually becoming dull.

Mrs. Seymour stared at the Princess consort's face, which was as white as a sheet, before averting her gaze and taking a breath. She wondered what Isabel lacked compared to her.

Prince Noah must have gone completely mad.

How could he be so infatuated with a woman like this and push his own daughter away so cruelly!

Mrs. Seymour felt a surge of malice and quietly opened her mouth. She didn't want to use any flowery language, so she bluntly got to the point.

"Your Highness, since you've come to such an informal social gathering, would you like to hear some informal advice?"

"Informal advice?"

"It's a very secret piece of advice that a mother gives to her daughter. But a mother-in-law can never give such advice to her daughter-in-law, so you probably haven't heard it before."

Mrs. Seymour stared intently into her slowly blinking black eyes and whispered with fervent desire.

"Many male nobles in Herot naturally keep mistresses after marriage."

"..."

"Sleeping with the maids or actresses in the house doesn't even count as cheating. They often have affairs with the mistresses of promising families, so sometimes you have to sit at the same table with your husband's mistress and smile while you eat."

Mrs. Seymour raised her red lips and smiled cruelly.

"In such cases, there is only one solution. Have a son as soon as possible."

Noticing that her black eyes seemed to waver, Mrs. Seymour leaned in and whispered maliciously into the Princess consort's ear.

"Before the Prince takes a mistress."

Marchioness Rettium, who was watching the scene from afar, covered her mouth with a fan and intently studied the Princess consort's expression. She had come along, expecting the hot-tempered Countess Seymour to finally lash out at the Princess consort.

Not only her, but all the noble ladies' attention was focused on the two of them.

It would be interesting if the Princess consort cried here, but what would she do?

But suddenly, Mrs. Seymour's expression, which had been leaning towards the Princess consort, froze.

Mrs. Seymour was speechless at the Princess consort's voice that flowed into her ear.

"Is that really the advice a mother gives to her daughter?"

As Mrs. Seymour slowly leaned back, the Princess consort looked at her coldly. Her blazing blue eyes and the deep-sea-like black eyes were locked in a tense standoff, without an inch of compromise.

Olivia took quick, shallow breaths. Each time, it felt like a sharp knife was stabbing her chest.

There was no reason to stay here any longer. Sitting still after hearing such things was by no means humility.

Olivia rose from her seat, keeping her eyes on Mrs. Seymour. She put all her strength into her legs, as if she would collapse at any moment if she let her guard down.

The Princess consort, who they thought would freeze and cry, suddenly stood up, and not only Mrs. Seymour but also Mrs. Timberlin, who had been watching from afar, were taken aback.

Now that they saw it, the Princess consort's condition seemed unusual, and just as she was about to jump up from her seat in a fit of anxiety,

"Why is the Princess consort's etiquette teacher sitting at another table?"

A chilling voice, belonging to someone who should never have been here, flowed into her ear.

It was a sudden attack, like a lion silently approaching and snatching its prey by the neck.

Mrs. Timberlin quickly turned around. The moment she turned around felt very long.

And when she had completely turned around, the person she thought would never be in this space was standing there as if it were a lie.

"P, Prince... Th, that's...!"

"If you're going to make excuses or explanations, don't even open your mouth."

"O, misunderstanding..."

A ferocious and irritable green gaze flew at Mrs. Timberlin as if to tear her apart. As Mrs. Timberlin, who was being strangled, only moved her lips, Noah warned, as if spitting out the words.

"Shut, your mouth."

Noah coldly passed by the flustered Mrs. Timberlin and approached Olivia, who was standing there with a deathly pale face.

Her pale face was like the one she had when she was walking alone on the old stone path, crying.

He didn't want to see this pathetic, ...squalid, and tiresome sight again.

Never again.

Noah's heart grew as cold as the barren permafrost of the Arctic. At the same time, it burned as dry and hot as the desert of the Equator.

He felt an intense, violent urge to grab the people gathered here by the hair and throw them to the floor.

Noah forcibly swallowed the unresolved emotions, like a person pushing a large, unsinkable ice cube down their throat. The Prince, who barely maintained a precarious calm, was overflowing with an anxiety that seemed as if he would shatter if touched.

"Your Highness..."

As Olivia called him in a flustered voice, Noah crookedly raised his lips and smiled, extending his hand.

"I'm late."

In the midst of the bitter cold that Noah had created, everyone froze, and the Princess consort approached the eye of the cold.

He looked so precarious, as if he would explode if touched. His shadowed and darkened eyes were so cold that she had already forgotten the pain that had been stabbing her chest.

Olivia quickly took Noah's outstretched hand.

I was just about to get up and leave. Nothing special happened. It seems like I was subjected to something that wasn't even funny, but since I've been through it once, next time...

"Let's go."

Noah smiled and wrapped his arm around Olivia's shoulders.

With his arm around his wife's shoulders, he stared intently at Mrs. Seymour, who was standing there in a fluster. The murderous look on his face, as if he would bare his claws at any moment, made it impossible for Mrs. Seymour, as well as the other noble ladies, to even dare to greet him.

Noah quietly looked at Mrs. Seymour before speaking with a sneer.

"Countess Seymour, excuse us. It seems that my Princess consort is done with the conversation."

"Yes...? Ah, yes, Your Highness."

"The people of your family seem to have a particular interest in the Princess consort, but too much interest is burdensome, so keep it moderate."

At the very blatant warning, Mrs. Seymour's face turned white.

The Prince rudely turned his head away with an attitude that lacked even a speck of courtesy and turned his gaze to the noble ladies inside the cafe. Then, he very slowly scanned them. It was as if he was imprinting who was in this place in his mind.

"Noah..."

As Olivia rustled and tried to escape from his arms, Noah used a strong force to prevent her from moving. It was a force so strong that her shoulder felt numb.

Soon, Noah, who had imprinted everyone inside the cafe in his mind, slowly took a step.

Only the sound of his shoes and Olivia's footsteps, which were busily following him, echoed in the wide cafe, and the noble ladies sitting at the tables couldn't even breathe.

Just before Noah led Olivia over the threshold of the cafe, Mrs. Timberlin, who had barely regained her senses, grabbed her skirt and ran over.

"Y, Your Highness!"

However, she had no choice but to stop at the Prince's sharp gaze that flew over her shoulder. The Prince trapped his wife in his arms, making it impossible to even see her face, and then sneered sharply.

"It seems like you had a very enjoyable Shine Party, enjoy it more."

"...Sh, Shine Party?! Y, Your Highness, th, that's absolutely not it. It's not...!"

Mrs. Timberlin turned as white as a sheet, as if she was about to faint, and didn't know what to do, but Noah turned his head away mercilessly. At his cold attitude, Mrs. Timberlin couldn't dare to call Olivia or follow her.

She just felt her future darken and unknowingly slumped to the floor. But no one comforted or supported her.

"It seems like you had a very enjoyable Shine Party, enjoy it more."

Noah Astrid realized as soon as he saw this place. That they were mocking the Princess consort.

And he was terribly angry at that fact.

"What do we do now..."

Someone's trembling voice finely shook the cafe's unstable air.

As Olivia was led out of the cafe by Noah's hand, the knights and Methone, who had been waiting outside, quickly followed. Even the affable Methone couldn't dare to greet him in the Prince's shattering atmosphere.

No, there was no time to greet him.

The bodyguards in black suits all followed at once, guiding Noah and Olivia to one side.

"This way, please."

The direction the bodyguards were guiding them was the opposite direction from the stairs they had come up, and it wasn't long before Olivia realized why.

"They're here! Over there, over there!"

"Ah, it looks like they're not coming this way!"

Below the 5th floor VIP floor, a large number of people were crowded together, with no room to set foot. They were people who had heard the news that the Princess consort had appeared and had gathered. It was incomparable to the crowd she had encountered before entering the cafe.

Noah tightly gripped Olivia's hand and quickly went down the stairs. The stairs were rough and rugged, as if they were for employees only.

"Watch your step."

At his cool tone, Olivia quickly grabbed her skirt and checked her feet. After passing through a musty and dark passage that didn't suit Noah Astrid at all, a simple black door appeared.

As the bodyguards opened the door wide in advance, Noah pressed down on the front of Olivia's hat, which was next to him.

"Cover your eyes and follow me."

She could tell what that meant as soon as the door was fully opened.

Flash, flash, flash!!

The intense camera flashes, without a bit of mercy, were randomly fired. Her vision flashed white for a moment. Olivia unknowingly lowered her head and gripped Noah's hand even tighter.

"She's here!!"

"Your Highness!! Please look over here, Your Highness!!"

"Your Highness!! Your Highness, over here too!!"

Compared to the shouts of the reporters, who were covered in sticky obsession, and the camera flashes that were mercilessly bursting from all directions, the photo shower at the wedding march felt very polite.

People hanging on the building and the walls were shouting at the top of their lungs.

"Your Highness!!"

"Those crazy bastards!"

Noah finally cursed and pulled Olivia's shoulder. The knights stood with their bodies covering Olivia's back and empty left side, and Methone quickly ran out and opened the door of the carriage.

Noah completely wrapped his arm around Olivia's shoulder as if lifting her up and pushed her into the carriage, then quickly climbed in and closed the door. Then, he pulled down all the curtains on the windows.

Then, the two were cut off from everything in the world.

In the small, dark, square space, only Olivia and Noah remained.

Flashes were still bursting outside, and the voices calling her could be heard, but all of Olivia's nerves were focused on the husband in front of her.

Even after the carriage started moving, Noah just sat there darkly.

"Noah..."

"Don't say anything."

His low voice tightened Olivia's breath.