Master, May I Suck It Up? (Lisrene)

Epilogue 1

'How did this happen?'

Irene lifted her cup and smiled softly at the people around her. Under the massive chandelier hanging like the Milky Way, the well-dressed ladies smiled at each other and raised their teacups.

'The tea tastes delicious. I guess it's because its tea served to the royal family.'

Even in this situation, the perfect tea's aroma made her feel uneasy. To hide her rising discomfort, Irene gently closed her eyes as she savored the taste of her tea. The ceaseless chatter and noise around her seemed to fade away for a moment.

'This is insane. How did I....'

That day, nothing was different from usual.

[t1v: flashback]

"It's Master who seduces me to do it first, but isn't it too much to treat me like an animal after every time we do it?"

She was desperate to do anything to appease Lisa, who cried out her innocence with a tone of injustice.......

[end flashback]

"Oh. Isn't that necklace a treasure that is passed down the royal family? You two must really get along well."

"Thank you, lady."

Irene smiled and gently stroked the jewels on her neck at the noblewoman's flattering remark, who was trying to get on her good side. Each time her long, slender fingers grazed gracefully, the large, thick jewels shone brilliantly in blue.

'Yes. Why is this royal treasure hanging here-on me?'

She had chosen this, but she was very annoyed. Moreover, the fact that the necklace was adorned with jewels like the ones on the ring she received from Lisa made her even angrier.

She had simply thought it matched the color of her eyes, but she had no idea these blue gems were a symbol of the royal family of Faustino.

'If the craftsman knew, she should have given me a hint.'

Irene had vaguely thought something off the moment the jeweler lowered her voice and emphasized that they were hard-to-find gems. But she ended up reasoning it was just a merchant's catchphrase; Irene was guilty of passing it over lightly.

After receiving her ring and exchanging their wedding vows, she couldn't recollect what had happened. Then, one day, when she was feeling somewhat bored with her peaceful country life, Lisa begged her to go to the capital. She remembered 'granting her wish' with a generous nod...... when-suddenly, as if waiting for Irene's permission, a crowd rushed in.

Then she was in a haze, not knowing how she managed to get through it all. Surrounded by people with grim expressions, the tedious journey continued for days and days without her managing to ask anything. The voices coming and going were so unusual that she didn't even have the courage to dare ask a question.

When she came to her senses, she sat on a queen's throne wearing that damn blue jewel-studded tiara and nodding her head stupidly-smiling more gracefully than anyone else.

She had known that Lisa had a secret. She just decided to wait until Lisa told her. No, she didn't want to pry into Lisa's past if she didn't want. It didn't matter, she thought. Irene liked Lisa regardless of her hidden identity.

But she never thought Lisa was the lost prince of Faustino.

It wasn't bad, but somehow, she felt like she was hit in the back of the head. It was true that from the moment she wore the crown, Irene had naturally adapted to a comfortable royal life, like someone who had sat on a throne all her life, but she was upset that Lisa didn't even say anything ahead of time.