My Engagement was Cancelled so I will stop Pretending to be a Fool

This one is from Cyrus POV.

Also, for those who don’t know, Aniue = Elder Brother and Aneue = Elder Sister respectively.

-Mr.Graverobber

After Cyrus received a positive reply from Olivia regarding the welcome party for Prince Edward, he is on his way back to the castle in a good mood.

“You seem to be in a good mood, Your Highness.”

“Of course I am, Colin.”

Colin is Cyrus’s escort. He is 8 years older than Cyrus and he has been with him since he was 10 years old. He is like a big brother to him.

While stroking his short black hair, Colin speaks to Cyrus as he looks outside the carriage window.

“Even so, I did not expect this to work out at all.”

“You and me both.”

Replied Cyrus with a bitter smile as he follows Colin’s line of sight and looks out the window.

Naturally, a carriage displaying the royal crest is very conspicuous so many people on the main street stopped their feet and turned toward their direction.

In a monarchy country like Brior, the royal family is always the center of attention. If the popularity of the royal family declines, there is a risk that dissatisfied citizens will rise up against them in revolt. That is why Cyrus always has to act under the premise that he is always being watched.

Fortunately, Brior has been enjoying an era of peace for more than 200 years now.

However, that doesn’t mean that they can relax their guard. After all, a moment of carelessness can destroy everything that they have built.

This is why, to Cyrus, a scandal that will attract criticism toward the royal family that Crown Prince Alan caused over the annulment of his engagement is foolish beyond measure. That being said, Cyrus was also glad at his brother’s foolishness at the same time.

After all, this is his chance to get his hand on Olivia.

Still, as Colin says, Cyrus never thought that it would play out like this either.

Even now, he still recalls the conversation he had with his father, the King, the day before his brother declared his intention to break off his engagement with Olivia.

When Cyrus visited the King’s private chamber, his father greeted him with a smile as if he already expected his arrival.

“I thought that it’s about time you come to me.”

“Is it true that Aniue intends to break his engagement with Olivia?”

Skipping the greeting, Cyrus asks the King without changing his expression.

“It is true.”

“It is true? Father—-.”

Cyrus never expected his father to allow his brother to annul his engagement with Olivia like this.

To his son who seems to be confused, the King asks a question in return.

“So? Is that all you came to ask me today?”

Sitting down on the couch that his father urged him to, Cyrus takes a deep breath.

“Father, if you are going to allow Aniue to annul his engagement with her then please give Olivia to me.”

“Even if you ask me to give her to you, she is not mine to give. You will have to ask her yourself.”

“Then please give me a chance to persuade her.”

The King smiles bitterly at his son’s request.

“You are being too impatient right now. Calm down first.”

Saying so, his father opened the cigar case on the low table and took out a cigar.

Seeing the purple smoke being blown to the ceiling, Cyrus got a little frustrated.

Olivia is a beauty. Not only that, but she is also a very talented woman. If he keeps loitering around, another man might come up and snatch her away. Unable to let such a unique opportunity go, Cyrus can not afford to stay [Calm] as his father asked him to.

“What will I have to do to make Olivia mine?”

The King exhaled smoke and stroked his chin.

“For that, you will have to come up with an answer on your own…….but, I guess I can tell you one thing. For me, the only woman who is worthy of being the next [Queen] of this country is Olivia. That is all.”

“Queen……?”

Cyrus mulled over his father’s words for a moment before opening his eyes wide.

“I’m glad that you are so quick to understand.”

Cyrus quietly stares at his father who’s carefreely smoking his cigar. And shortly after the King put his cigar on the ashtray, he opened his mouth again.

“Father, shall we make a bet?”

Hearing that, the King laughs.

“Fine. But the deadline can’t be too long alright.”

TLN: It’s a short chapter though