If They Get Obsessed, I’m Doomed - Chapter 21

Chapter 11.2

It was strange to be so exasperated at him for being so obstructed. Thankfully, after a few seconds of silence, Skylar’s shaking fists finally calmed down.

“No.”

“Is that so?”

“You obviously know that she was brought here as part of a deal with the Countess, so don’t pretend you don’t know anything about a subject that all competent informants and don’t make useless assumptions.”

“Alright, but…”

Taking a few steps closer, he stared blatantly into Skylar’s face. He tilted his head with an ambiguous corner of his lips moved upwards as if he were about to laugh or not, probing.

“When I look into your eyes, I have this strange suspicion. I see… self-interest.”

Self-interest.

Blue irises rippled with agitation as he frowned with incontinence at the word. Skylar’s emotions were evident before his eyes.

Devoncia smiled, beaming with delight as if he was having fun.

“Are you sure?”

“I said no.”

He then took a step closer to the wary Skylar, closing the distance. Tilting his head, he approached his brother’s ear.

“Then…”

Devoncia, who abruptly lowered his voice, whispered covertly with his eyes focusing on Ariel behind him. His voice was just loud enough that only Skylar could hear, provocatively.

“Can I take her?”

“Shut up.”

Skylar responded in a fairly harsh tone that startled Ariel, who raised her gaze up from the floor. Observing his brother, who was obviously upset, Devoncia leaned against the wall and chuckled. The sound of shrieking breathing mixed in was like doting on a child… that was clearly condescending.

Negative emotions unfolded between the two as they exchanged glances of condescension and hatred. No words were spoken.

One of them even laughed, so viciously.

“You can do whatever you want to do. Just roll around like a lowlife as you normally do.

“Doesn’t demeaning me like that make you more miserable, Skylar?”

“Shut up, you insignificant b*stard.”

“That’s not something to say to your brother.”

“You…!”

An exasperated Skylarr was about to curse but barely managed to hold it back. Hah, he breathed deeply, inhaling and exhaling shakily in anger.

“Princess.”

His suppressed voice came out ominously.

Ariel, who was very nervous, understood right away and responded quickly.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“You should call her by her name, Ariel, while you’re calling her.”

However, the Crown Prince intervened and interrupted their conversation. Each time, he touched his brother’s nerves, calling her name in a sweet voice.

Ariel’s eyes met Devoncia’s.

His two pupils, tinted with vividly different colors, exuded a strange atmosphere like in the garden.

“Princess.”

Again, heavily, Skylar called out to her as though his eyes still glared at his brother ferociously.

“Return to your room first…”

“Ariel, do you want to stay with me?”

When Devoncia immediately cut off her words, Skylar’s face was painted with unspeakable anger. Emotions beyond hatred spread across his cold, frozen face, and the silence that followed at that moment was one of fear itself.

Ariel glanced back and forth between Skylar, who had his back to her, and Devoncia, who was giving her a sly glance.

“I’ll go back to my room…”

She opened her mouth and answered.

Skylar’s stiff shoulders relaxed slightly as the trembling of his fists, which he had put too much power into, stopped, and even his curled fingers loosened. He forced himself to hold back his boiling emotions, thanks to her response, which followed his words.

Still, that didn’t last long either.

The Crown Prince’s lips finely curved upward as he sent a palpable gaze at Ariel.

“It seems you haven’t eaten yet. I haven’t eaten either, would you like to eat with me?”

“….”

“Hmm, Ariel?”

“Thank you very much for your invitation, but…”

“Okay, then come to my room.”

Devoncia skillfully proceeded with the story. The subtle attitude, neither a request nor an order, was sweet and uncomfortable. He seemed to have mastered this kind of thing, as he even seemed natural, like water flowing.

The daughter of a count, a position in which one couldn’t dare to refuse the Crown Prince’s repeated demands. Ariel’s situation left her speechless.

While she was frozen, Skyra grabbed the Crown Prince by the collar.

Thud!

Then, he pushed Devoncia against the wall, causing a loud sound.

“You sick b*stard! You’re always screwing with me any way you can!”

“Pffhahaha…”

Facing Skylar’s distorted face, Devoncia let out a chuckle as if it were so funny. Disheveled hair, his eyes reddened by the fever as the robe slipped from the silver thread-embroidered collar and the waist strap that tied it around his waist.

He was obviously ill, yet he continued to prod Skylarr. He acted like he was interested in Ariel, but he probably wasn’t. To him, she was just a medium, an excuse. Crown Prince Devoncia had only one intention in mind—to make his brother feel miserable—while Prince Skylar was furious from the top of his head as his sensitive nature was stimulated as he intended.

Strange people and strange situations.

“You have to behave virtuously, Skylar.”

“Disgusting b*stard…”

Pliable or growling, mockery and accusations were exchanged.

The Crown Prince and the Prince were a roaring conflagration that burned even by small elements like oil and oxygen.

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