Chapter 273 - Persuading a Noblewoman (2/2)

After a couple of seconds, this middle-aged man appeared in front of the two, radiating an aura that seemed to say he was the paragon of subservience. With the man's clothes complemented by his pitch-black hair, his light blue irises, and his amicable smile, one could not help but feel at ease as they looked at this man.

”It is nice to see you again, Prince Vanadir,” the middle-aged man said as a greeting to the Ninth Prince. In response, the Ninth Prince replied, ”Indeed. It has been a long time since we've last met.”

”Uh…” Dane said all of a sudden, prompting the two to look at him. Noticing that he had obtained the attention of the two, he timidly asked, ”I apologize for the intrusion but…might I ask who you are?”

”Quentin Arcenon, an 11th generation servant of the Arcenon family,” the middle-aged man, whose first name was Quentin, answered in a calm and unhurried manner, making Dane feel like he was listening to the soft breeze of the wind.

”Might I ask what brings Prince Vanadir and his companion to the Arcenon household?” Quentin looked at Vanadir soon after as he asked this question, to which Vanadir unhurriedly replied, ”Is Valentia there? I want to meet up with her.”

”Ah.” Uttering a sound, Quentin instantly understood what Vanadir was trying to do. But since he was a servant, he did not have any authority to meddle in these matters as he replied, ”Please follow me, kind sirs, to one of the meeting rooms in our household. After that, I will call for Lady Valentia to come to you two.”

With the two of them nodding in response, the two were then led towards the inside of the manor, allowing the teenagers and the guards in the grassy part of the manor to sigh with relief. Although they were curious as to why the prince was here to meet with one of them, they thought that it was better to not know.

Eventually, after crossing through a few corridors, the two were finally brought inside into a meeting room that was decorated simply. In the center of the room was a coffee table while two leather chairs could be seen on opposite sides. Facing those things was a large bay window, allowing those who conversed in this room to be basked in the warm sunlight as it was still early in the afternoon.

After Vanadir and Dane made themselves comfortable in the meeting room, sitting on the two unoccupied chairs, Quentin went towards the door as he said, ”Now if you may excuse me, let me call Lady Valentia to come to you.”

”Ah, would you like me to bring back some drinks or snacks?” Quentin asked, to which Vanadir lightly smiled as he responded, ”Some tea and cake, please.”

”As you wish, Your Highness.” After respectfully bowing to Vanadir, Quentin soon closed the door to the room, allowing Dane and Vanadir to be alone.

”Dane, I'd suggest you stand behind me before Valentia enters,” Vanadir said all of a sudden, prompting Dane to tilt his head in confusion. Before he could ask the reason why, the Ninth Prince went ahead and explained why, saying, ”Although she has great combat power and healing skills, her personality is on…the eccentric side, to say the least.”

”I see…” Dane said, slightly understanding as he went ahead and stood up from the chair, standing on the left side of Vanadir's seat as they went ahead and conversed about what happened in their lives to pass the time. Eventually, the door to the room was opened, prompting the two to look at the person who came.

What greeted them was a woman in her late 20s, wearing a light blue dress that accentuated the nice curves of her body. Complementing such a body was jet-black hair that reached up to her waist while her irises were as blue as the oceans. If one looked closely, one would even see a hint of crimson red on the tips of her hair.

”Well, if it isn't Vanadir!” the woman shouted all of a sudden as she let out a raucous laugh. She then made her way towards Vanadir before hugging him, shocking Dane, who was looking at all of this happening. After a few seconds, the woman released her grip on Vanadir, sitting down on the unoccupied chair. While that was happening, Quentin, who was behind the woman all this time, went ahead and placed the cake and tea Vanadir requested on the coffee table in the middle.

After that, Quentin respectfully bowed to the two before making his leave, leaving the woman, as well as the two, to their own devices.

”Long time no see, Valentia,” Vanadir said with a smile on his face. He then asked her, ”Did you really have to hug me that tightly in front of Quentin?”

”It's been a long time since we've last met, you know? How could I not hug you?” Valentia responded with a giggle as she poured herself a cup of tea. In the next instant, the contents in the cup she poured was downed in one gulp as she went ahead and helped herself to some cake afterward.

Looking at this, Dane could not help but think that his image of Valentia was slightly shattered by her current actions. To him, her current actions felt unreserved, as if he was looking at a somewhat boorish man around his age wolfing down some cake and tea.

”So? What made you come here? Is it because of my return from a trip?” Valentia soon asked Vanadir as she was finished eating a slice of cake. Shaking his head in response, Vanadir responded, ”You know how it is. The war for the throne is coming up and well…”

”Ah.” The Ninth Prince did not even need to finish his sentence for Valentia to understand why he came here. She then pondered over the matter for a bit before looking around the surroundings. It did not take long for her eyes to fixate on Dane, radiating a faint aura of seduction in the process.

While Dane felt a bit uncomfortable from the gaze, Valentia looked back at Vanadir and chuckled as she said, ”I see you came prepared. You really know how I operate, huh.”

”A prince should always look exemplary at all times,” Vanadir responded as he chuckled as well. Soon after, Valentia stood up from her seat, making her way towards Dane before looking at him from head to toe. As a light red soon became apparent on her face while her breathing became slightly coarse, she asked Vanadir, ”Mind if I do that for a bit?”

”I can give you one hour,” Vanadir instantly responded while Dane became more confused as to what was currently happening. While he felt the force of multiple beasts pulling on his arm while the door to the meeting room was closed shut, the only sound that came out of his mouth before that was, ”Eh?”

Bang!

With Vanadir alone in the room, he went ahead and poured himself a cup of tea while faint sounds of voices could be heard outside the room.

”You do know what you're doing, right?”

”Haah…do I really have to?”

”He did tell me that I have one hour to have my way with you so…”

”Haah…fine.”

”…”

”Yes! That's the spot! More! Give me more!”

”Put a bit more force into it! I want to feel your touch!”

”A bit deeper…a bit harder…yes! That's it!”

”Ahh...good tea,” Vanadir said as he sipped on his tea, passively listening to the faint sounds that resounded.

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