Chapter 36 - An Awakened Predator
“Why are you looking at the mirror like that? Did you fall in love with your face, Your Highness?” Cien voiced his thoughts aloud with a sarcastic remark as he watched Agares study himself in the huge, full-length mirror, though his tone maintained impeccable politeness.
Agares looked up at Cien through the mirror and raised the corners of his lips. “It seems that a certain lowlife will only be quiet if I cut off his tongue.”
Cien questioned whether he had crossed the line to himself and fell prostrate to the ground with a thud. “Golly, even your jokes are savage, Your Highness.”
“I wasn’t joking, though?”
“I only asked because you look spectacularly awesome today. My ego is through the roof from being able to serve a distinguished master like you, Your Highness.”
“As I thought, I have to cut off that bastard’s tongue.”
“It matters not to me if you cut my tongue, but will you be alright since you will also be negatively affected, Your Highness?”
“Me?” Agares asked.
“I’m sure you know how competent I am and how much I work, Your Highness. What a loss it will be if I cannot speak.”
“Won’t someone who cannot speak perform better?”
“I was wrong.”
Cien prostrated himself once more. He knew that Agares would not actually order his tongue to be cut, but he had to beg his forgiveness either way for now. The manservant had no idea what kind of expression his master was making at his actions and kept his head bowed while he awaited clemency.
He immediately brought and presented the aforementioned item to Agares, who slipped them on and wriggled his long fingers a few times. His figure seemed to be surrounded by an offensively blinding halo, and his appearance was the definition of perfect masculinity. Absolutely flawless.
“By the way, is this okay?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Does it fit me well?”
If he was not sure what Agares meant even after that, then Cien was not capable of serving as his secretary. “Will you say you’ll cut off my tongue again?”
“I see that you’re scared of me cutting off your tongue?”
Agares laughed as Cien replied to him with a pout, “How could I not be scared?!”
“I won’t cut it, so tell me.”
“… To be honest, do I even need to say anything? What can you wear that doesn’t already suit you?”
Despite his previous sarcasm, Cien was being sincere. He had spoken carelessly earlier because it was ridiculous how a man who was already so handsome had dressed up and become even more attractive, yet he had stared at himself in the mirror for such a long time.
‘He’s never asked anything like this before. Why is he doing this now?’ Cien wondered. “You will know just by looking in the mirror, Your Highness.”
Agares exhaled and hummed in a way that did not explain whether or not he was pleased with the answer he had been given. He glanced at Cien and started walking towards him. Cien opened the door before Agares reached him and let him through.
Isabel had not understood why Lilith would attend Viscount Garth’s banquet since the baron’s daughter did not know the Garths, but Lilith’s motivations were only natural. After Agares accepted the viscount’s invitation, the number of banquet attendees suddenly increased. He was not particularly picky over the kinds of banquets he would attend, but he generally attended functions based on who else would be there, how close he was with the hosts and their guests, or the recommendation of whichever partner he was seeing at the time. The small banquet hall at the viscount’s residence had nearly burst at the seams from all the people wanting to meet the empire’s most influential man.
He arrived at the banquet earlier than usual. Normally, he preferred to arrive late and leave at an appropriate time. For someone of his habits to break from tradition and arrive so early was indeed unprecedented.
The hall was teeming with people. Given that it was already crowded, she would be hard to find. He greeted the host and scanned the room until he found a certain someone standing behind a pillar.