Chapter 132 - Reason For Fighting (5) (1/2)

“Here, is milk tea okay?”

“Ah, thank you.”

I took out two cans from the vending machine set up by the gym and handed one to Kayone.

Kayone took it apologetically.

It was my treat for Kayone, who had left her wallet in the classroom and had no money.

She was so agitated and cried so much that her voice was raspy.

“Shall we go back to class after finishing this?”

I opened the pull tab of my coffee and asked Kayone.

“I understand. I’m sorry for the trouble I caused you. I’ll pay you back in class, okay?”

“I don’t mind. It’s a small price to pay for information.”

“No, that’s not possible.”

You’re so persistent. I don’t need it, so why don’t you just obediently receive it?

You’re a serious person.

“So what are you going to do with the prince when you get back?”

You rushed out and left him there.

It seems that one of Utai or Kayone must be by the prince’s side.

I wonder how they are doing now.

“This kind of quarrel has always been common. I don’t think His Highness is that bothered by it, so I think it’ll be normal.”

It’s a good idea to have a little remorse and apology for making a girl cry. It’s not as if Kayone was at fault.

Well, that’s impossible.

The prince is too abject.

“It’s been a year since he came to Japan, right? He should have recovered a bit.”

I think it’s amazing that he’s been living in this high school for a year, and he’s been sulky like that this entire time.

Isn’t that a little too introverted?

“… I’m the reason.”

She grasped the can with both hands and looked down.

“You?”

“Yes. It was me and the Inteira household.”

She rubbed her reddened eyes once and looked at me.

“As His Highness said earlier, I was not meant to marry into His Highness’ family from the beginning.”

“Well, that’s…”

“I wonder if it’s the brother the prince was talking about. He said he was in Tokyo.”

I honestly don’t remember which brother he is. I mean, there are so many siblings in their stories that it’s hard to remember their names.

There’s no way I can remember the names of people I’ve never even met. Ahem.

“His Highness, the Seventh Prince, Tetol Ketsa Coateau Dailan-sama. His Highness Atol’s brother who shares the same mother.”

“Huh.”

In all honesty, I don’t know why she explained it to me.

I don’t even think we’ll ever meet each other.

“… From a very young age, His Highness Atol and my marriage was almost a done deal. However, due to the recent succession rights to the throne, Utai and my grandfather, the patriarch of the Inteira household, was desperate for a connection to the royal family, so he broke it off and forced His Highness Tetol and me to get married in order to maintain our connection to the royal family.”

“Forced?”

Even though it was in another country, I wondered if it was possible to be so forceful.

Well, that’s something that I can’t help, even if I worry about it.

“My parents and most of my family were against it. His Royal Highness Prince Tetol is indeed a man of great character, and even though he is a student, he is expected to be a politician, but we, the entire Inteira family, had been watching Prince Atol’s efforts for many years. It would be a terrible thing to give up on His Highness, wouldn’t it? I’m close to His Highness Tetol to a certain extent, but I’ve never even considered marriage.”

… No, but you’ve thought about marrying Prince Atol?

Hmm. I wonder if he knows.

It’s like she’s revealing her fondness for Prince Atol to me.

“His Highness already has three fiancées, and he doesn’t see me as one of them. That’s why His Highness Tetol turned my grandfather down, but… my grandfather wouldn’t give up.”

“Even though he refused?”

How can you not know when to give up.

You can’t expect it to go well when not only your family members but also the other party refuses.

“It is my grandfather’s fault that once he has made up his mind, it is hard to make him give up. That’s why, or perhaps worst of all, my grandfather directly asked His Highness Atol to break off the engagement… to the prince in secret from our family, even lying to him.”

Instantly, a large crease appeared between Kayone’s eyebrows.

She gripped the aluminum milk tea can she was holding so hatefully and so forcefully that the can cracked and crinkled.