The Villainous Tyrant Has Returned

Sigh! At that touch, Olive’s shoulders trembled and her body stiffened.

“The sides of your hair were flowing down.”

Ludwig slowly withdrew his hand and added an explanation.

“Ah, the side hair…..”

Only then did Olive let her paused breath out of her lungs, shut her mouth tightly, and slowly nodded her head.

Her shoulders, which had risen above her, relaxed and slowly lowered.

This was the third time I spoke with Ludwig face to face.

Olive was still unfamiliar with him, but he approached her in a friendly manner as if he had known her for a long time.

‘There are no separate cushions.’

The place felt awkward and I wanted to get up, but the prince, who seemed oblivious, rarely got up from his seat.

As I was looking around the banquet hall, looking for an opportunity to leave, the music changed.

The moment she try to get up from her seat using dancing as an excuse.

Ludwig’s calm voice was heard.

“Do you like cake?”

Wow, the timing.

My butt, which had dropped slightly due to the question being asked out of context, came back to rest on the chair.

Olive couldn’t respond verbally. This is because my frozen body was less relaxed due to that brief skinship. For some reason, Olive was afraid that her voice would tremble like a goat’s, so she just nodded.

“I know a very nice cafe. Would you like to go with me?”

“No, why me……”

You and I have met three times. One of them was a few years ago.

“I’m asking you on a date.”

“What?”

What. What a nonsense.

“Three days later, at 12 p.m., I will pick you up from your home, young lady.”

Ridiculous words poured out like showers of rain falling from a dry sky.

Only a small sound, “Ah,” came out of Olive’s mouth, which was absurdly opened.

Thanks to this, Olive didn’t get the chance to refuse.

The word ‘date’ and the question ‘why’ instantly filled Olive’s mind and complicated her mind.

Olive’s mouth was pouting like a crucian carp.

Meanwhile, Ludwig got up after setting his place and carefully held Olive’s hand.

Olive’s reason, which was looking for a solution that didn’t exist, finally recognizes the hand that is being held.

Ludwig knelt on one knee again today. Like a snowflake falling to the ground, his movements were simple yet elegant.

“W-what…Wake up quickly, prince!”

The surrounding attention was focused on the them who hadn’t yet performed their debutantes.

Olive, with her face open, tried to pull out Ludwig’s hand, but the tightly intertwined fingers didn’t give her a break.

“Don’t forget your promise to me.”

Ludwig pulled Olive’s hand and brought it to his lips.

His lips press deeply against the back of her hand. There was still warmth and burning where his lips had touched.

“Then I’ll go back first.”

Ludwig got up on his knees, put one hand behind his back and bowed slightly to Olive.

Olive should have stood up and said hello as per the manners, but her tense body didn’t move as intended.

“Wait a minute, prince.”

When Olive’s body belatedly bounced up like a spring, Ludwig had already turned his back and was walking away.

Just like the day they first met at the age of twelve, Ludwig left Olive’s sight.

Ludwig’s date request, thrown so casually, was no joke.

Three days later, a carriage with the imperial emblem was standing in front of the Chartres mansion.

Ludwig, dressed in neat street clothes, opened the carriage door and got out with graceful steps.

Olive, who was watching the scene from the window of the second floor living room, walked around the window restlessly.

‘I really didn’t know it was coming.’

Since she had promised, she was ready to go out just in case, but when I saw him arrive at the mansion, I was more embarrassed than happy.

‘Why on earth did you ask me out on a date?’

She racked her brain for three days and no matter how much she thought, she couldn’t figure out why.

The only contact I had with him was at the Maze Garden when I was 12 years old.

Even though we had never exchanged a single letter, he treated me as if I had known him for a long time.

“Miss, His Royal Highness Prince Ludwig has arrived in the lobby.”

After hearing the butler’s words, Olive went down to the first floor lobby without being able to organize her complicated thoughts.

Ludwig, with his back straight and an expressionless face, smiled brightly as he watched Olive come down to the lobby.

The story of a goddess breathing a soul into a pure white marble statue to create a human being passed through her mind.

“You look really nice today.”

About half of the greetings were formal, but the rest were sincere –

“This is a well-known fact, young lady.”

She broke down mercilessly at his reaction.

Yes, i did well. Olive chewed her molars and got into the carriage, escorted by Ludwig.

The interior, which had soft cushions like an imperial carriage, was a perfect environment for Olive to stick her fist in without Ludwig knowing.

Did you feel Olive’s fighting spirit?

Ludwig was silently looking at Olive, her fist clenched against the cushion.

“Haha, the cushions are so soft.”

Olive pressed her fist into the cushion as if making a fist and then lowered her hand awkwardly.

‘Why does that prince’s eyes look like that, really?’

His eyes, searching for something, were serious, unlike those of his age.

I felt comfortable when I thought we were just the same age, but after finding out that he was a prince, I felt uncomfortable. Even if he spouted nonsense, the prince was still the prince.

“Where are you going, prince?”

Olive looked out the window and asked about the destination. Ludwig, who sat up straight, spoke the lines he had prepared in advance in a calm voice.

“I wish outsiders would call me Ludwig, not prince.”

“What?”

“Few people know my face, but if a person called me prince walks around the streets, the people around me will definitely be in trouble.”

Ludwig gave various compliments and asked to be called by his name. The answer to Olive’s question came next.

“We are going to the bakery that the young lady liked. A place run by the Marquis of Goldlot.”

Ludwig personally disliked the Goldlot family. This is because although it was a family that was at odds with him before his return, the daughter of that family was the one who set fire to the imperial palace.

However, Olive had a close relationship with the children of that family before his return. She also loved the tea served at the bakery there.

Ludwig has planned a perfect date course that can’t fail. By going to her favorite place and feeding her her favorite tea and cake.

‘But Olive’s expression hasn’t been good since a while ago.’

Why? Ludwig, out of his nervousness, lifted his chin higher and swallowed his dry saliva. Calculation errors are already occurring.

Olive, on the other hand, made an incomprehensible expression.

“Excuse me, I’ve never been there, Ludwig.”

The Goldlot family was the family to which Olive’s close friend belonged.

They must have recently opened a bakery, and there was a lot of harsh criticism among the nobles for running a bakery with a vulgar name. Olive wanted to go see her friend, but she hadn’t visited yet.

Ludwig rolled his eyes once and corrected himself.

“I guess I was nervous or made a mistake. It’s not a place the young lady liked, but a place she would like.”

Nervous? With that calm face?

Olive’s eyes, which were looking at the window, glanced at Ludwig.

No matter how I looked at it, Ludwig had a relaxed expression on his face.

Additionally, he was strangely reluctant to describe a place he didn’t know well as a place he might like.

‘What. Why on earth is Olive’s expression getting worse?’

As the corner of Olive’s mouth lowered, Ludwig’s expression, who had been sitting with a calm expression a moment ago, hardened slightly. Ludwig and Olive said nothing to each other until they arrived at their destination.

[Goldlot’s Bakery]

Olive got off the carriage and looked at the large sign hanging on the gate of the mansion.

It is a business name that seems as if the Marquis of Goldlot is mocking his own family.

The first floor of the mansion was literally a large bakery. A round brown table and chairs were placed on a gray marble floor. Landscape paintings with gold frames are neatly hung on the white wallpaper.

In front, freshly baked bread and cakes were neatly placed on wooden trays, and inside the open kitchen, there was a middle-aged man diligently baking bread and a woman picking tea leaves.

‘It’s famous for its bad reviews, but there are more customers than expected.’

Olive felt a strange feeling as she saw the nobles who used to swear in front of her come here and drink tea.

“This way.”

Ludwig and Olive were guided by a dark-haired butler and moved to a terrace table with a nice view.

Ludwig pulled out Olive’s chair and motioned for her to sit down. As seen in the book, he confidently and confidently appeals to his masculinity.

‘Why did you look so arrogant from earlier? I guess it’s because he is From royal family.’

The corners of Olive’s mouth went down again as she felt uncomfortable with the strange intimidation he gave off.

‘Uncomfortable. I think I should bow to the floor to thank you for pulling out the chair.’

But that feeling didn’t last long. It took about five minutes for the lowered corner of Olive’s mouth to rise again.

‘It’s good!’

This is because as soon as she ate the milk tea and cake here, Olive’s cheekbones flopped upward uncontrollably.

Olive had no choice but to acknowledge Ludwig’s insight while holding back tears.

“Does it taste good?”

Although Olive’s expression had already answered, Ludwig politely asked Olive what she wanted.

Olive nodded shyly and gave him a thumbs up.

Ludwig’s stiff expression softened.

When the atmosphere at the table became quite friendly, I heard a familiar voice.

“Lady….Olive?”

A fairly fair-looking young man with blond hair recognized Olive.

Judging from the fact that he is holding a round tray, he appears to be a young man who works here, and I am concerned about the way he speaks in a friendly manner as he calls Olive. Ludwig’s eyebrows twitched wildly.

“Oh my god, Million? Million?”

Olive looked happy.

‘Million? Even just calling each other by name?’

Hah. Ludwig snorted and rolled the whites of his eyes.

Million Goldlot. This is young man, a close friend of Olive who went to the academy with her.