The Answer to a Cheating (Ex)Husband is Remarriage - Chapter 9
“Come out.”
The moment Sylaria, startled by the sound in the corridor, tried to hide behind the door—
The man who had effortlessly knocked someone down spoke in a deep and steady voice.
Immediately after, there was the sound of a sword flashing silver in the moonlight, slicing through the air.
The act, as if threatening a witness, made Sylaria’s heart pound rapidly.
“Don’t hide. Come out.”
“……”
At the deep, low voice that was almost enough to make her ears tingle, Sylaria swallowed hard.
In her previous life, nothing like this had ever happened. Of course not—back then, she hadn’t left the ballroom.
‘But I haven’t done anything wrong.’
The lounge was a resting place for guests attending the ball. What could possibly be wrong about resting there?
Besides, this was the imperial palace, and Sylaria was the future Crown Princess.
No matter who he was, Sylaria had no reason to cower.
“…I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop.”
Sylaria swallowed and summoned her courage. As she stepped away from the door, the man standing with his back to the light slowly revealed his face.
He had swept his brilliantly golden hair up without a strand out of place, and with cold, piercing eyes, he gazed at Sylaria.
Those deep, silent blue eyes—like the ocean at midnight—locked with her lavender ones.
‘This man…!’
Sylaria recognized him instantly. Features so perfect it was as if the gods had crafted him with special care.
Sharp eyes, a tall and straight nose, lips neither too thin nor too full, and a strong jaw.
A strikingly handsome face and commanding presence that drew the eye without thinking.
The First Prince, Euclid Balthazar.
He was the legitimate son of the late former Empress, and Arendtert’s political rival.
Yet, for some reason, he seemed uninterested in the throne, spending his days hunting monsters instead.
The reason Arendtert was able to become Crown Prince immediately upon marrying was partly due to Euclid’s indifference.
He never asserted his rightful claims and was instead obsessed with subduing monsters.
Perhaps that’s why some called Euclid a madman.
But if Euclid Balthazar ever entered the struggle for the throne, would Arendtert have ever become Crown Prince?
Absolutely not. The First Prince was the only one in the Empire capable of surpassing Arendtert.
‘If I get engaged to the First Prince, Arendtert will have no choice but to give up on me, right?’
She had finally found an excuse to break off her engagement to Arendtert.
But the problem was, how to convince the First Prince. He was notorious for having no interest in women and for being ascetic. It was no wonder people called him mad.
‘I found a way, but the hurdle’s too high.’
Even in her previous life, Sylaria had only brushed past him at official events. She knew nothing of his preferences.
“A white dress, huh. Are you the young lady destined to be Arendtert’s future wife?”
Euclid adjusted the cufflinks at his wrists and spoke absentmindedly.
Sylaria bent her knees slightly and lifted her skirt to curtsy.
“It’s an honor to meet you for the first time, Your Highness the First Prince. I am Sylaria Rainier, eldest daughter of Count Rainier.”
As Sylaria offered her calm greeting, the cold edge of a blade touched the back of her neck. Euclid leveled his sword at her and asked sharply,
“Suspicious. How did you know who I am?”
Did she make a mistake?
Sylaria bit the inside of her cheek. Her fingers, gripping her skirt, trembled faintly.
Since the death of the former Empress, Euclid had survived under the oppression of the current Empress.
Empress Cressida had done everything in her power to eliminate Euclid, whom she saw as an obstacle to her own son Arendtert.
By ‘everything’, that meant literal attempts at poisoning, framing, and assassination—she had tried it all.
Growing up in such an environment, never able to let his guard down for a moment, Euclid had become intensely vigilant. Arendtert even said he kept a sword by his bedside as a habit.
The man Euclid had just subdued was dressed in black and wore a mask.
It seemed Sylaria had appeared just as Euclid finished off an assassin.
And now, having greeted him so familiarly without realizing the situation, it was only natural he would be wary enough to point his sword at her.
