Life as a Tower Maid: Locked up with the Prince - Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Translator: Yonnee
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After a while, Albert took another spoonful without saying a word. Only then did I feel relieved.
“Delicious, right?”
“Let’s stay quiet during mealtimes.”
“Oh, but I’m really proud of myself. How difficult it is to match the Prince’s taste~”
Suddenly, Albert put down his spoon and crossed his arms. His eyes curved upwards as he stared at me, and he looked absolutely mesmerizing.
But I knew all too well that his smile wasn’t real. The atmosphere in the room cooled instantly.
I laughed awkwardly, but at that time, Albert opened his lips.
“I’m usually a picky eater.”
“I don’t think Your Highness is a picky eater. It’s obvious from your expression.”
“Can you read my expression, Rosé?”
I nodded right away while Albert gazed at me as though he found me amusing. But it was a good opportunity to change the subject.
“The left side of Your Highness’ lips goes up slightly when you’re eating something you’re satisfied with.”
And today’s spicy potato soup seemed to cater to Albert’s tastes.
“I didn’t know that.”
He smirked and took the spoon in his hand again. Soon, a quiet meal commenced.
It’s a common saying that you shouldn’t disturb even dogs when they’re eating.
‘What makes me the happiest in this tower is when I eat something delicious. Second best is when I get to see Albert’s face.’
After I finished eating, I washed the dishes. Albert was still barred from entering the kitchen, so cleaning up over there was my responsibility.
I took a bite out of the apple I brought for dessert.
Albert sat at his desk as usual, wearing his monocle to inspect the wand.
How long would it take for us to get out of here?
In the novel, it took a year because of Rosé’s torture methods, but now it was different.
Honestly, I couldn’t wait to get out of here.
Life here was terribly boring.
Albert used his time efficiently and improved himself every day, but I want to go out and walk around, travel a lot and meet people.
It’s not like I had the internet or even a smartphone here.
Oh, I miss it so much. Civilization, wherefore art thou.
Imagining myself holding an imaginary smartphone, I asked Albert in a rather sullen voice.
“Your Highness, when are we getting out of here?”
“It’s not so easy to do that, Rosé.”
“Did you solve it? That curse on the wand.”
“I’ve almost disconnected the imprisonment spell connected between the wand and the tower’s front door.”
This man is crazy. I spoke in a serious tone.
“Prince.”
“What is it.”
“Be honest with me. Your Highness isn’t human, but a god, right?”
“……”
“Not even a deity could be as perfect as you!”
Albert, you’re the best! I’m your number one fan!
He’s saying that we could get out of here soon?!
Ecstatic, I raised two thumbs up and praised Albert.
He smirked. As though he was a cat watching a mouse who was buttering him up, he’s just letting me go wild. It felt like he’s amused by me, but who cares.
I asked in a hopeful voice.
“When can we get out?”
“It’ll take some time.”
“What?! Why?”
It was like the world had collapsed. Albert continued speaking calmly.
“If we get out now, I’ll only provide a valid excuse for that king to get rid of me.”
“So how long will it take?”
“About three or four months.”
“……”
Ah, right, there’s that thing.
In the novel, Albert gathered his support from the tower. He sharpened his influence and established personal connections to drive out the king.
Even when he was confined to the tower, he used all of his strength and efficiently, contacting a lot of people outside the tower.
“I’ve decided to think of this tower as an opportunity…”
With his arms crossed, Albert spoke in a low voice, eyes flashing dangerously.
“An opportunity to change everything.”
He turned his gaze back to the wand.
I could understand where he was coming from. But… it wasn’t so easy to shake off the disappointment I was feeling.
Even more so because he told me that he was almost done removing the curse.
It’s like a new type of torture based on false hope.
Ah, no no. I need to pull myself together. If I hold it in, then my old age would be guaranteed.
I took another bite of the apple. Then, at the crunching sound, Albert turned to me.
I was crouching down on the floor with the corners of my lips downturned. On the other hand, Albert was sitting upright at his desk, and our eyes met.
I could feel the inherent arrogance that he exuded as he looked down on me. I thought he’d look away soon, but he stared at me for a long time.
Soon, he opened his lips to speak.
“You have an unusual face. Unlike you, I think I’m disappointed looking at you.”
Huh? Do you think I’m stupid?
In a fit of anger, I blurted out—
“What do you mean ‘unusual’? I’m human, too!”
He sighed and removed his monocle.
As if his monocle was interfering with his sight.
“Why don’t you like this place, Rosé?”
“It’s not that I don’t like it, but it’s frustrating and depressing to be here… Sometimes I get so overwhelmed with emotions that I can’t control. Isn’t that the case with Your Highness, too?”
“…I don’t know. I’m used to it.”
Albert rose from his seat and came closer to me.
“But I know you’re having a hard time.”
“Thank you very much for noticing.”
“You don’t usually show it, but you really seem like it’s taking a toll on you.”
I muttered inwardly. That’s why social life is important too, Prince.
He knelt down in front of me and looked at me squarely.
“You’ve done a good job, so I’ll give you a reward.”
“Are you giving me more land to guarantee my long life?”
When I asked him seriously, he chuckled.
“That’s not it.”
With his fingertips, he raised my chin gently.
…My chin.
He raised it…?
Huh? Huhh?
This is a breach of contract! You didn’t ask for permission to touch me!
Alarm bells rang in my head.
But honestly though— for one split second, I thought ‘How many women out there could possibly resist him in this situation?’
“If you don’t like it, tell me now.”
And I knew Albert knew this, too.
He asked because he knew I wouldn’t dislike it.
“…Your Highness knows what I’ll say, but you really—”
Albert laughed with a low voice.
“It’s simple, Rosé.”
He spoke with a sly tone, then kissed me on the forehead.
And my forehead became hot.
His lips only slightly touched my skin, then went down… and brushed against my lips.
It was only an instant, but I was left in a daze. The place where his lips touched was burning.
He spoke languidly.
“You’ve done a good job.”
“……”
“Let’s keep up the good work.”
His eyes curved slightly as he laughed.
…As if he was trying to lure me in.
No. No no no. You’re only trying to fool me.
Emotions were heavier shackles than contracts.
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