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Chapter 12 The Scarf that I Gave (4)

Translator: Kimmy

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While the Emperor was "conversing" with Sabina, Maximilien was getting beaten up by Brigitta in the Royal Training Court.

"My love!"

"I'm not your love, goddamnit!"

Duke Maximilien's abnormally strong body was scary enough but the knights were more terrified of Brigitta's recklessness to kick a royal duke.

It was especially terrifying that she was fighting against many–and winning–just a few minutes ago.

'We will die if we get kicked like that.'

They felt sweat drops on their chilled backs.

"Listen, my lady!"

Maximilien bounced back up from the floor and smiled even more beautiful than the roses of the royal rose garden.

His face was so pure that his notoriety seemed unlikely of him.

However, people had preferences. Brigitta's preferences were people who had rough features so his rosy charms did not work on her.

Only young noblewomen who came to watch the knights' training–or more likely their muscles–blushed and looked at Brigitta and Maximilien interchangeably.

"I am going to Cartul myself! Don't you worry my dear. I shall shred them into pieces for telling you to come and go!"

"Eh? What are you talking about?"

Brigitta's level of the Kingdom's language was fluent but whenever she talked to Maximilien, her words jumbled up and came out weird.

But Maximilien, blinded by love, did not mind at all.

"Some stupid and desperate brat messed up your swordmaster verification. I will take care of it and come back. My beloved lily, is there, perhaps, any punishment you want?"

"Ah.... I don't really need it, that. I already lost to the Emperor. I don't need verification."

"He is not human so you must exclude him. And I hate that you can't claim your rightful rank because of that bastard. Do you really not have punishments you want to put on him? Should I just lightly shred him into pieces? Lady?"

His eyes curved beautifully under her lush eyelashes.

If it wasn't the context, he would look like he was whispering words of love–in his way he was–and people who knew his usual self, like the Finance minister walking by, were appalled by the sight.

His face looked dreamy like he was seeing the world's most beautiful person and its strength was immaculate.

His cheeks were flushed like a ripe apple and his blue eyes glowed.

His sapphire eyes curved with a little moisture and those glowing eyes were like a priceless jewel.

However, none of those were Brigitta's type.

"I'm just asking but... Who is the person that messed up with the verification?"

"Ah, he is the prince of Cartul. He is just a kid who can't think properly. He's not worth your attention, my lady. Please only give attention to me!"

"Ah, prince......Prince?!"

Brigitta wondered if she misunderstood the word 'prince', so she closed her eyes and thought for a while.

But no matter how hard she thought, the definition she knew was right.

This insane Duke was saying he was going to shred a neighboring country's prince into pieces for her.