If They Get Obsessed, I’m Doomed - Chapter 64
Chapter 33.1
Ariel’s mind flashed back to the conversation that passed by.
‘I distinctly told you to call me…?’
The aide had certainly referred to Anastasia as Young Lady Chappelle before she tried to correct her title angrily, even though she chuckled and brushed it off when Ariel, who didn’t know the situation, had called her that. It seemed that being addressed as such by the Crown Prince’s aide made her furious.
It was an unlikely response to make unless she was formally engaged to the Crown Prince.
‘Anastasia Chappelle is the intended bride of the Crown Prince… his fiancée, perhaps? They haven’t formally married yet…’
However, Devoncia treated Anastasia too casually. Because of that, Ariel hadn’t thought their relationship was anything special. She was even the one who had the title of Crown Princess.
‘Then… she’s not his fiancée?’
It seemed that way since Devoncia hadn’t particularly sanctioned Anastasia for calling herself the Crown Princess. Hadn’t she defiantly instructed his aide to address her as such?
It was likely that at least some promise regarding marriage was exchanged. If that were the case, Ariel wouldn’t look good in her eyes. Until now, she had been playing the role of a future crown princess based on some kind of promise, though that title was taken away the day she met Ariel… It was natural that she wouldn’t look favorably on her.
Ariel was at a loss. She was supposed to increase the favorability of a target who had an engagement partner. She clutched the cell phone in her pocket.
‘…Why on earth would a target be someone who’s engaged?’
It seemed futile to ask the game for an answer.
Well, when you really think about it, it wasn’t all that strange since the Crown Prince could have multiple concubines or mistresses. Devoncia could meet other women, even after having a fiancée. Still, that and her moral conscience were separate. Anastasia’s feelings were also a separate matter. She must now approach Devoncia, knowing that he has a fiancée or someone whom he had made promises regarding engagement matters, and she didn’t even like him.
‘Wouldn’t it be better if I try raising his favorability as a friend? Otherwise, it’s not bad as a subordinate…’
Favorability didn’t only exist in one direction, so Ariel struggled to find the direction that caused her the least resistance.
“Don’t just stand there, Ariel.”
Devoncia gently commanded Ariel, who hesitated after noticing the complicated relationship. Although his tone was kind, it was a clear command, and as a mere countess’s daughter, she had little ground to refuse. She followed the Crown Prince’s gesture and got into the car with a stiff posture to the seat next to Princess Chappelle by the door.
He snapped his fingers as she awkwardly settled into the seat.
Immediately, the car took off, gliding smoothly.
As they passed the shadowy area of the sporadic greenery, the scent of flowers wafted through the breeze. Devoncia tilted his head back languidly, his blonde hair swaying in the gentle wind.
“It’s not bad to take a leisurely stroll sometimes.”
His quiet mutterings brushed past her ears.
Ariel discreetly glanced at the Crown Prince. Beyond Anastasia, who had her head lowered in silence, she saw Devoncia leaning against the backrest. His side profile revealed delicately fluttering eyelashes as his eyelids blinked slowly.
He referred to riding in the car as a stroll.
For the imperial family, using a car seemed to evoke a similar sensation to walking. Considering the exorbitant cost of owning a vehicle, most nobles still preferred carriages, highlighting a significant class disparity. Ariel, only thanks to the rare opportunity of being recommended by the Prince, was barely able to ride in the county’s car, which was said to be used once a year.
‘Again… the disparity transcends imagination. From class to power and wealth, there’s a difference from one to ten.’
Still, how did she end up entangled with such people? Ariel lamented faintly. To others, it might seem like a luxury, but to the person involved, it felt like misfortune.
‘I wish I could’ve met someone of similar status with a more agreeable personality as a target.’
It would’ve been much easier to approach them that way. There would have been fewer discomforts in many ways, and she wouldn’t have had to bow her head and feel nervous every time. As she became involved with high-ranking people, she was tired of being closely associated with people of high social status one after another. For example, Princess Chappelle, who sat beside her.
‘Her expression didn’t look too good earlier…’
Ariel lifted her head slightly to check on Anastasia but quickly averted her gaze. Her condition was unusual.
Her expressionless face was filled with black gloom and anger.
In reality, Anastasia was almost half out of her mind. She couldn’t believe she had been so blatantly disregarded by her fiancé, Devoncia. Moreover, being pushed aside by a countess’ daughter, who was significantly lower in status than herself, shattered her pride.
She gritted her teeth in anger and frustration. In fact, this wasn’t the first time the Crown Prince behaved like that. He often had different women accompanying him, and he frequently called out their names affectionately. It had become familiar for him to cut off her words and mention another woman’s name.
Yet it didn’t matter. Those women were just passing through, and she was the one who always remained by his side. She had never once been stripped of her title of crown princess.
‘But why today?’
Anastasia was shocked to learn that it was the Crown Prince himself who had taken away the title of crown princess from her.
It felt like a blow to the head. Tears welled up in her eyes.
Her watery violet eyes glanced coldly at Ariel in the adjacent seat. The serene face visible through the black hair was so eerily beautiful it sent shivers down her spine.
It only made her more anxious and angry.
…A girl so breathtakingly beautiful that even someone who had been surrounded by luxury and beauty all her life even admired her.
Anastasia’s stomach twisted at the thought that it must’ve also appeared that way in the Crown Prince’s eyes as well. If only she hadn’t been banned from using the title of crown princess, she wouldn’t have been so jealous.
‘I want to cut that pretty face.’
A terrible desire surged unexpectedly within her. Anastasia’s eyes widened as she broke out in a cold sweat. She realized the perilous nature of her thoughts. She realized this while trying to make her sinister imagination come true.
How dare she try to harm someone His Highness currently cherished even before he could enjoy them.
‘No, I can’t do this… I’ll be discarded… I’ll be disposed of like mere women His Highness has enjoyed and then discarded!’
Anastasia’s hands, clasped quietly on her knees, began to tremble. She didn’t want to become just another woman who briefly passed through the Crown Prince’s side. She couldn’t do that with Chappelle’s name.
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