Of course, the original version described the prince in various ways.
Possessing a 'nice face that everyone admires.'
'A kind smile that confesses everything without realizing.’
‘Tight muscles that are secretly felt when in contact’.
'I swept down the nice jawline with my fingers.' Same description.
They were all useless descriptions.
Not only was it less objective, but it is also not applicable to the Crown Prince, who is still a young boy.
So the only valid information was his black hair and he has jewel-like green eyes.
There were so many similar men in this world.
In the first place, the boy in front of her now also has black hair and green eyes.
And so does the librarian who works in the library.
A little while ago, there was a black-haired boy among those who talked behind Benjamin's back. I couldn’t remember the color of his eyes.
"...Are you all right?"
Irine nodded with a slightly dispirited look.
“Yes, so far.”
Irene sighed unknowingly.
“Actually, I would like to know more about His Majesty the Crown Prince, in detail if possible, but it’s not easy…..”
It was mostly a murmur. Perhaps no one passing by would have heard her.
But Elvin, sitting right in front of her, heard the little voice clearly.
Of course, he didn't forget to question his ears for a moment.
I analyzed the words in my head by dividing them into words and syllables.
However, that clear sentence did not change into a different meaning.
She was curious about Elvin.
"Huh, the Crown Prince, why...??"
He stuttered on his words, which was rare. Because he was surprised and awkward.
Calling himself 'The Crown Prince’.
"Oh, did you hear?”
Irene, who raised her head lightly, smiled and tilted her head.
"I was just talking to myself. Don’t mind."
No, it bothers me more if you say so.
But with that said, I couldn't ask more questions.
In any case, Elvin was able to understand the subtle attitude Benjamin had so far.
The reason why he kept bringing up different topics whenever he asked about Irene.
Perhaps because many of the articles she kept were regarding Elvin.
'...However, that's a little.'
Elvin placed his palm on his face for a moment.
My thoughts rolled into something a little shameful, and I was embarrassed because the conclusion was so good.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
This time, Irene stared at him and gave him words of concern.
"It's all right, I was just a little surprised."
Elvin posed straight and laughed. But it was probably a mess. At first glance, his face already looked a little hot.
"You were surprised? Why?"
Pure-looking blue eyes blinked at him.
'Cute.'
When I thought so, I just wanted to tell this child everything.
The people of Webber knew of his identity anyway, so this little kid would be okay with the answer.
"The truth is."
For a moment, Elvin was curious about Irene's reaction after knowing his identity.
She may be pleased as she seems to have a lot of questions about him.
‘How would she smile when she’s happy?’
I missed the face.
"The truth is."
I'm Elvin Manuel. In other words, the very person you're so curious about.
The near-impulsive confession of facts began unexpectedly smoothly.
“I am.”
However, just three words away, someone grabbed his shoulder from behind.
Elvin glanced back. Without realizing it, it was a face.
".....!"
It was the boy who spoke ill of Benjamin.
How dare you cut me off at such an important moment?
It made me even angrier when the haters did something I disliked.
Of course that didn't mean for Elvin to act angry, so he pretended to be as kind as possible.
"What is it?"
The problem was that the voice was kind, but anger that could not be suppressed leaked out of his expressions and lines. Thanks to the boy, it seemed even more scary.
The boy's hand, which touched Elvin's shoulder, trembled lightly.
The boy was slightly frightened.
'Wha, what’s this child?'
But he soon regained consciousness. He hid his trembling hands by folding his arms, raised his chin for no reason, and put on a condescending look.
"You."
The first thing he said was obviously treating Elvin like a subordinate.
“I didn’t like the fuss before, so I just let it go.”
You let him go?
Elvin recalled the boy's back as he was running away.
Perhaps now that he has something to refute, he has come back.
Elvin shrugged, 'Let's let’s listen to the great words.'
"I don't think you don't know about me."
His voice showed confidence bit by bit.
"Because the Duke of Blake’s intelligence is the best in this country. I am the successor of the duke..."
He pointed at his gold button with a slight pause and graceful hand gesture.
The buttons had a small eagle-shaped pattern on them. As it was the symbol of the Duke, Irene recognised it from the newspaper.
"It's Roger Blake!"
Roger said in a voice of full strength. Usually, when he claimed the fact, he would earn a lot of attention.
The Duke of Blake was one of the most prestigious families in the Terence Empire.
"...."
This time, however, such envious eyes did not come back.
Nevertheless, Roger did not give in.
"You're a local aristocrat who followed Benjamin around during the hunting contest, aren't you?"
A native of the country who read no newspapers or books on the capital.
It was obvious to see that he didn't turn his head at all even after hearing that he was from the Blake family.
Roger decided to give proper advice to the poor country boy.
"You'd better think it over again. Once again, Duke Blake's intelligence is the best in the country."
Elvin bit his lips.
It was all to hold back laughter, but Roger seemed to have taken it as holding back his humiliation.
"I knew you were a follower of Benjamin Webber, since you followed him around every time."
The boy grinned and added advice.
"I understand you admire a rumored genius, but you'd better think about it. Even if they are of nobility, aristocrats have different levels of dignity and elegance."
The boy straightened his chest and laughed briskly.
As if the price or elegance he had was hung on the jewel button on his jacket.
"Anyway, I hope this never happens again."
He smiled contentedly as if he was very pleased with what he said.
Irene tilted her head slightly as if she was uncomfortable.
“Since when has gossip has allowed someone to show elegance or dignity....”
It was a small sound, but it must have been heard in Roger Blake's ears. In fact, it was meant for him to hear.
"You."
Roger’s face was completely distorted, but he couldn't say anything about it. Irene's words were true.
"Whoever you are, you will regret it!"
Again, the boy successfully completed the villain's cliche and turned around.
To his friends standing far away, he pretended to cut his neck with his hands, and showed off, shouting, "I did a good job!"
"Children are..."
Irene clicked her tongue and recalled his name again.
Roger Blake.
Duke of Blake...
Then suddenly, a job advertisement that I read a while ago passed my mind.
「The Duke of Blake seeks office assistance. Short-term high profits, flexible work.」
Indeed, a vicious company.
What its members do is no different from the vicious businessmen in Korea.
How dare they speak ill of others.
"Never mind such a fellow."
Elvin reassured Irene with a light voice.
"No matter what anyone says, I like Benjamin pretty much. To the extent that I want to be with him for as long as possible."
"For a long time....together?"
He nodded slowly.
"Are you in the capital for that reason?”
"Well...that's not wrong."
'Don't tell me, this guy.'
Irene briefly recalled the original.
While Elvin Manuel, who is in a tight spot, devotes his previous year's affection to the female lead, poor Benjamin had done a lot of work as a senior aide.
The Crown Prince's aide was quite a high position, but there were a few of his subordinates under him.
'No way.'
Irene closed her mouth with her small hand.
The boy in front of her eyes was likely to be a poor subordinate who will be working with Benjamin for a 'long time's future’.
Isn't it obvious that you came from the countryside with that as your goal?
There is no way Benjamin, who is kind and retarded, would not have ignored this bitter friendship, so he must have helped him to work together.
I never dreamed it would be a side-by-side entrance to hell.
Benjamin, his boss, wouldn’t get off of work, and this guy wouldn’t get off work either.
In some ways, it was worse than my brother. There was no name in the original.
Ah, how many victims of evil enterprise are there in this novel?
Irene was so sad that she wanted to cry. There was too much tyranny.
"...Irene?"
"Cheer up."
Of course, the original version described the prince in various ways.
Possessing a 'nice face that everyone admires.'
'A kind smile that confesses everything without realizing.’
‘Tight muscles that are secretly felt when in contact’.
'I swept down the nice jawline with my fingers.' Same description.
They were all useless descriptions.
Not only was it less objective, but it is also not applicable to the Crown Prince, who is still a young boy.
So the only valid information was his black hair and he has jewel-like green eyes.
There were so many similar men in this world.
In the first place, the boy in front of her now also has black hair and green eyes.
And so does the librarian who works in the library.
A little while ago, there was a black-haired boy among those who talked behind Benjamin's back. I couldn’t remember the color of his eyes.
"...Are you all right?"
Irine nodded with a slightly dispirited look.
“Yes, so far.”
Irene sighed unknowingly.
“Actually, I would like to know more about His Majesty the Crown Prince, in detail if possible, but it’s not easy…..”
It was mostly a murmur. Perhaps no one passing by would have heard her.
But Elvin, sitting right in front of her, heard the little voice clearly.
Of course, he didn't forget to question his ears for a moment.
I analyzed the words in my head by dividing them into words and syllables.
However, that clear sentence did not change into a different meaning.
She was curious about Elvin.
"Huh, the Crown Prince, why...??"
He stuttered on his words, which was rare. Because he was surprised and awkward.
Calling himself 'The Crown Prince’.
"Oh, did you hear?”
Irene, who raised her head lightly, smiled and tilted her head.
"I was just talking to myself. Don’t mind."
No, it bothers me more if you say so.
But with that said, I couldn't ask more questions.
In any case, Elvin was able to understand the subtle attitude Benjamin had so far.
The reason why he kept bringing up different topics whenever he asked about Irene.
Perhaps because many of the articles she kept were regarding Elvin.
'...However, that's a little.'
Elvin placed his palm on his face for a moment.
My thoughts rolled into something a little shameful, and I was embarrassed because the conclusion was so good.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
This time, Irene stared at him and gave him words of concern.
"It's all right, I was just a little surprised."
Elvin posed straight and laughed. But it was probably a mess. At first glance, his face already looked a little hot.
"You were surprised? Why?"
Pure-looking blue eyes blinked at him.
'Cute.'
When I thought so, I just wanted to tell this child everything.
The people of Webber knew of his identity anyway, so this little kid would be okay with the answer.
"The truth is."
For a moment, Elvin was curious about Irene's reaction after knowing his identity.
She may be pleased as she seems to have a lot of questions about him.
‘How would she smile when she’s happy?’
I missed the face.
"The truth is."
I'm Elvin Manuel. In other words, the very person you're so curious about.
The near-impulsive confession of facts began unexpectedly smoothly.
“I am.”
However, just three words away, someone grabbed his shoulder from behind.
Elvin glanced back. Without realizing it, it was a face.
".....!"
It was the boy who spoke ill of Benjamin.
How dare you cut me off at such an important moment?
It made me even angrier when the haters did something I disliked.
Of course that didn't mean for Elvin to act angry, so he pretended to be as kind as possible.
"What is it?"
The problem was that the voice was kind, but anger that could not be suppressed leaked out of his expressions and lines. Thanks to the boy, it seemed even more scary.
The boy's hand, which touched Elvin's shoulder, trembled lightly.
The boy was slightly frightened.
'Wha, what’s this child?'
But he soon regained consciousness. He hid his trembling hands by folding his arms, raised his chin for no reason, and put on a condescending look.
"You."
The first thing he said was obviously treating Elvin like a subordinate.
“I didn’t like the fuss before, so I just let it go.”
You let him go?
Elvin recalled the boy's back as he was running away.
Perhaps now that he has something to refute, he has come back.
Elvin shrugged, 'Let's let’s listen to the great words.'
"I don't think you don't know about me."
His voice showed confidence bit by bit.
"Because the Duke of Blake’s intelligence is the best in this country. I am the successor of the duke..."
He pointed at his gold button with a slight pause and graceful hand gesture.
The buttons had a small eagle-shaped pattern on them. As it was the symbol of the Duke, Irene recognised it from the newspaper.
"It's Roger Blake!"
Roger said in a voice of full strength. Usually, when he claimed the fact, he would earn a lot of attention.
The Duke of Blake was one of the most prestigious families in the Terence Empire.
"...."
This time, however, such envious eyes did not come back.
Nevertheless, Roger did not give in.
"You're a local aristocrat who followed Benjamin around during the hunting contest, aren't you?"
A native of the country who read no newspapers or books on the capital.
It was obvious to see that he didn't turn his head at all even after hearing that he was from the Blake family.
Roger decided to give proper advice to the poor country boy.
"You'd better think it over again. Once again, Duke Blake's intelligence is the best in the country."
Elvin bit his lips.
It was all to hold back laughter, but Roger seemed to have taken it as holding back his humiliation.
"I knew you were a follower of Benjamin Webber, since you followed him around every time."
The boy grinned and added advice.
"I understand you admire a rumored genius, but you'd better think about it. Even if they are of nobility, aristocrats have different levels of dignity and elegance."
The boy straightened his chest and laughed briskly.
As if the price or elegance he had was hung on the jewel button on his jacket.
"Anyway, I hope this never happens again."
He smiled contentedly as if he was very pleased with what he said.
Irene tilted her head slightly as if she was uncomfortable.
“Since when has gossip has allowed someone to show elegance or dignity....”
It was a small sound, but it must have been heard in Roger Blake's ears. In fact, it was meant for him to hear.
"You."
Roger’s face was completely distorted, but he couldn't say anything about it. Irene's words were true.
"Whoever you are, you will regret it!"
Again, the boy successfully completed the villain's cliche and turned around.
To his friends standing far away, he pretended to cut his neck with his hands, and showed off, shouting, "I did a good job!"
"Children are..."
Irene clicked her tongue and recalled his name again.
Roger Blake.
Duke of Blake...
Then suddenly, a job advertisement that I read a while ago passed my mind.
「The Duke of Blake seeks office assistance. Short-term high profits, flexible work.」
Indeed, a vicious company.
What its members do is no different from the vicious businessmen in Korea.
How dare they speak ill of others.
"Never mind such a fellow."
Elvin reassured Irene with a light voice.
"No matter what anyone says, I like Benjamin pretty much. To the extent that I want to be with him for as long as possible."
"For a long time....together?"
He nodded slowly.
"Are you in the capital for that reason?”
"Well...that's not wrong."
'Don't tell me, this guy.'
Irene briefly recalled the original.
While Elvin Manuel, who is in a tight spot, devotes his previous year's affection to the female lead, poor Benjamin had done a lot of work as a senior aide.
The Crown Prince's aide was quite a high position, but there were a few of his subordinates under him.
'No way.'
Irene closed her mouth with her small hand.
The boy in front of her eyes was likely to be a poor subordinate who will be working with Benjamin for a 'long time's future’.
Isn't it obvious that you came from the countryside with that as your goal?
There is no way Benjamin, who is kind and retarded, would not have ignored this bitter friendship, so he must have helped him to work together.
I never dreamed it would be a side-by-side entrance to hell.
Benjamin, his boss, wouldn’t get off of work, and this guy wouldn’t get off work either.
In some ways, it was worse than my brother. There was no name in the original.
Ah, how many victims of evil enterprise are there in this novel?
Irene was so sad that she wanted to cry. There was too much tyranny.
"...Irene?"
"Cheer up."
