Whew... Hosting ambassadors is really a bothersome task...
Unaware that the ambassador he received today already had plans concerning him, after a whole day of diligent work, Andre, the third prince of the Crolock Kingdom, pushed open the door to his room, not feeling too exhausted.
As the door was opened, a crisp cry came from inside the room.
The third prince squinted his eyes and found a beautiful girl with fair skin, who turned her head from a huge lounge chair by the window and teased with a hint of mockery:
"Weren’t you going to meet that Prince Leon? Why did you come back so soon? Didn’t you again slack off dealing with those matters and slip away early?"
"It’s not exactly slipping away."
Shaking his head unperturbedly, the third prince stepped into the room and replied while hanging his coat:
"My task was just to welcome him, the rest isn’t my responsibility. He can go talk to the Foreign Minister himself, staying there wouldn’t make a difference for me."
"So you did slip away early, didn’t you?"
The girl blinked her emerald eyes, then laughed playfully and said:
"When she heard you agreed to host the ambassador, Mother was so relieved and said that her favorite son had finally grown up and would do a good job this time. But now it seems her relief was a bit premature~"
The third prince slowly walked to the window, stretched out his arms to enjoy the afternoon sun, and said indifferently:
"It’s her fault for having such unrealistic expectations of me, especially now that the entire kingdom is taken over by those Atifie duplicates. Whether I work hard or not makes no difference, the final outcome is insignificant anyway... Go, go! Hurry up and get up!"
Seeing the girl who still wouldn’t let go of his lounge chair, even after he walked over, the third prince impatiently urged:
"If you want to sunbathe, do it in your own room, stop coming here and hogging my chair!"
"My room is on the other end, there’s barely any sun left now!"
"Then go get a different chair, there are recliners for guests to sit over there!"
Firmly gripping the chair’s armrests, the girl who seemed about thirteen or fourteen shook her head vigorously and said:
"Those chairs are so hard and uncomfortable. This big lounge chair is way better! You go sit on them yourself! And also! Move a bit! Don’t block my sun!"
Tsk... What a nuisance...
Seeing his sister clinging stubbornly to the armrests, refusing to get up, the third prince could only tut in resignation, fetch another chair, place it on the balcony, sit on it, and then lazily close his eyes.
The sun was just right.
The sun at around four in the afternoon wasn’t as scorching, but when the golden sunlight, passing through the greenhouse’s clear glass, splashed on his body, it still carried a warmth that made him feel lazy all over, slowing even his breathing.
Unfortunately, this leisurely relaxation didn’t last more than a few minutes before it was interrupted again.
While the prince, having worked diligently for over two hours, started to enjoy the afternoon sun, the girl on the lounge chair suddenly scooted her butt his way, then reached out with her foot to tap his calf, and asked with curiosity in her eyes:
"What kind of person is that Prince Leon?"
Good grief... you’re so bothersome...
Glancing unhappily at his sister who disturbed his rest, Prince Andre answered with displeasure:
Not satisfied with such a perfunctory answer, the girl blinked her emerald eyes, pouted, and said discontentedly:
"If you keep answering like that, I’ll pester you! I’ll come here to take your chair during the best sunny afternoons from now on!"
Knowing that his sister is capable of doing just that, and if he doesn’t placate her, he will certainly have no peace in the future, Prince Andre could only sigh and answer helplessly:
"He’s a very strange person. Clearly, the strength behind him isn’t that formidable, but his style is very aggressive; moreover, he seems to harbor strong animosity towards the entire Crolock Kingdom."
"Huh? So you mean he dislikes me?"
Seemingly startled by this answer, the charming girl looked a bit aggrieved and said:
"I’ve never met him before, nor done anything to him. So why would he dislike me?"
"Are you even listening?"
Hearing this, Prince Andre couldn’t help but glare at her.
"I said he harbors animosity towards the entire Crolock Kingdom, not just a single person!"
Hearing this, the charming girl tilted her head, then stroked the snowy owl mask placed on the deck chair and said with blinking eyes:
"Aren’t I the entire Crolock Kingdom now?"
Listening to the charming girl, Prince Andre pondered for a moment, then nodded and said:
"That’s not wrong... Anyway, he gives me a different vibe compared to the people from the Kingdom of Orleson.
Those cleaners from the Kingdom of Orleson always act so cautiously on the surface, afraid that any outrageous move would draw our direct attention.
But this guy is really odd. Clearly enlisted for an investigation by the Clean-up Bureau, which requires caution, yet he seems to disregard all that, behaving and speaking with high flair.
Since disembarking from the Sky Clipper to now, I arranged a couple of troubles for him, and he never held back, retaliating without hesitation. I get the feeling that he’s looking forward to stirring things up."
"Really... He sure is a strange one."
Nodding in agreement, the charming girl tapped her fingers, resembling green onion stalks, lightly on the wooden snowy owl mask, and then proposed with keen interest:
"Andre brother, since you don’t want to do the hosting work, why don’t I go entertain him for you tomorrow?"
You entertain him for me?
Hearing her, Prince Andre furrowed his brows and turned his head to remind her:
"Atifie, human behavior is unpredictable. I don’t know if he might harm you, and your body has just been made; be careful not to let it get damaged."
"It’s fine. If it breaks, we’ll make another one!"
The charming girl blinked her emerald eyes and counted with her fingers, laughing cheerfully:
"It’s not all that hard to make a person, about sixty-five percent oxygen, eighteen percent carbon, three percent nitrogen, one and a half percent calcium...
Although some materials are hard to extract, once you understand human composition and combine it with the peculiar abilities of those abnormal objects, creating a person is quite simple."
"Speaking of which, I owe it to the Aquarius Director for the knowledge that allowed this body to be made so quickly; without the counterweight from the Aquarius Director containing that knowledge, who knows how long it would’ve taken for me to have a body~"
Stretching lazily, the charming girl got up from the lounge chair, walked to the window, and looked toward the direction of District 3 next door, her emerald eyes filled with anticipation:
"Remember the Aquarius Director mentioned, the knowledge in that counterweight was supposedly handed over by this Prince Leon, so I’ve wanted to meet him for a very long, long time!"