Chapter 24: Live To Sienna Pt.24

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When Sienna failed to answer, Carl said, grinning, “You already know who I am. I’m not sure I can trust you because I’m struggling here, but I’m still the crown prince of this country. If you want anything, tell me.”

“I didn’t exactly do this to receive anything.”

“Whether you did this in order to receive something or not, I can’t let it go unrewarded. What do you want?”

“Will you listen to any request of mine then?”

“Yes. Anything.”

Sienna had one thing that had come to mind, but she couldn’t tell Carl now. When he heard about it, he would ask for the reason…

“It’s so sudden, I can’t think of anything at the moment. The crown prince himself said that he could fulfill any request of mine, so I can’t simply ask away freely like the blowing wind. Give me a little more time to think about it.”

“Then, I’ll look forward to seeing you again.”

When Carl tried to go out, Sienna caught him with urgency.

“Everything’s good and all… but are you really going to leave like that?”

There was nothing on Carl’s upper body, which had been done to make replacing the bandages easier and also enabled his injuries to be checked more quickly. That was why he had asked for his clothes as soon as he got up, but to try to leave in that state, half-naked, made Sienna smiled, and she said, “I won’t stop you, but…”

Carl’s face turned red. Sienna had never seen him blush, even up to his ears. He said with a cough, “Uh-hum! I was going to get dressed… There should be some clothes for me to wear…”

Sienna kept laughing at his embarrassed excuse and said, “Yes, I’m sure there are. Or would Sir Carl really rather go like that?”

Sienna took a shirt and a coat out of the drawer and handed them to him. Carl’s face was still dyed red, so he dressed hastily in the clothes he had received from her.

“You’re doing that again…”

“What? Doing what again?”

Carl tried to say, “You called me Carl again,” but he shut his mouth when he saw her smiling. Apparently, he thought that if he had said that, she would return to calling him ‘Crown Prince’ and not ‘Sir Carl.’ He didn’t point it out because he didn’t dislike it when she called him by name.

As Carl approached the window, Sienna pointed to the door and said, “Sir Carl, the door’s over there…”

He turned around and, with a pale face, he smiled at her and said, “I’m going out quietly so that nobody finds out that I was here.”

Then, he jumped out of the window, and Sienna burst into laughter at the sight.

It was cool to see him jump from a three-story building without any qualms, but he looked like a bumbling adolescent boy when she saw him strike a pose before jumping out.

It was amazing for her how attracted to Carl’s beauty and strength she had been in the past. She thought that person back then had been very young, but even now, when counting her experiences before dying, she was only twenty-two. To stand at the pinnacle of the empire at that age, she was certainly too young.

‘You were very young too.’

The weight of that seat would have been too heavy for anyone to bear. As high-ranking as aristocrats might be, every little action or statement that came from the Imperial Family had huge repercussions. Though they were young, the responsibility of it all was certainly not for the young.

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