The Princeliest Prince of All - Chapter 6
“Why are you so dramatic?”
Leonard snatched the fluttering contract from her with his gloved hand.
“Just let people know that you successfully put my shoes on or brushed my hair. Make sure it reaches the empress.”
“I can’t say anything unless it’s successful.”
“That’s why we’re starting today.”
“Why does it have to be me…?”
Sera retorted sarcastically.
Had he forgotten that he vomited on her face yesterday?
Why didn’t he start with an easy target like his aide or servants instead of cornering her in particular?
“Take a look at this.”
Seeing Sera’s frowning expression, Leonard pulled something out from inside his jacket.
It was the familiar handkerchief embroidered with yellow flowers.
He had washed and dried that shabby handkerchief.
Should she feel honored?
“What about it?”
“This is the only thing I can touch without knowing its exact origin.”
Leonard removed one glove and touched the handkerchief with his bare hand.
Perhaps because he recognized it as something that didn’t cause any problems when he touched it once, he had no issue touching it now.
Of course, it might also be because no one else had touched it since then.
The noble prince wasn’t embarrassed to admit he had washed the handkerchief with his own hand-washing water to avoid anyone else touching it.
“You were unconscious then….”
“Yes. That’s why you, with your appropriately insolent attitude, are the perfect person to pressure me.”
In Leonard’s eyes, Sera Brandt was undoubtedly not in her right mind.
No one who valued their hand would dare touch him.
And right now, in front of him was that crazy woman who didn’t care about her hands.
Adding to the cryptic conversation, Sera said,
“And you think I won’t spread the word about how disgraceful it was for you to vomit?”
“Correct.”
Leonard smiled, satisfied.
Clearly insane, but also quick-witted.
Training to make contact with someone could lead to Leonard vomiting or fainting again.
If the person training him made a fuss and it reached the empress, it would definitely have a counterproductive effect.
Leonard’s satisfaction was uniquely his own.
Sera, frowning, spoke up.
“What if I refuse?”
“Off to the guillotine you go.”
“Please don’t exaggerate.”
Sera scoffed.
Though she didn’t remember much, Leonard wasn’t portrayed as such a bad ruler in the original story.
After all, the genre was a romantic comedy full of dreams and hopes, and the villains’ actions seemed trivial to Sera.
Anyone slicing off a powerless maid’s neck wouldn’t fit a romance genre!
“Do you think you can’t do it?”
Leonard smiled ominously, shattering Sera’s hopes.
Is this some sort of twisted dark romance?
“I’d prefer to avoid any risks to my life, Your Highness. So, how should I start?”
Sera nodded grimly.
There might be a third life waiting for her, but it’s best not to take unnecessary risks.
This was a bonus life anyway—she might as well lend some help to the poor prince.
“Stop making provoking comments and just sign.”
Sera quickly grabbed the elegant pen and scribbled her signature at the bottom.
It seemed like a consent form for a whole body donation, but Leonard would avoid her even if she threw herself at him.
“Give me the pen.”
Leonard held out his ungloved hand.
Isn’t this a high level of difficulty for a first attempt?
Sera, feeling uneasy, handed him the pen.
Leonard carefully gripped and released the pen a few times.
“Are you okay?”
“I don’t feel like vomiting.”
It wasn’t as unpleasant as he had feared.
Of course, thinking that the greasy feel on the smooth pen barrel came from Sera’s hand made him want to go crazy, but he didn’t faint at least.
The two results were distinctly different.
Sera tilted her head at Leonard’s surprisingly normal reaction.
This nonsense wouldn’t change the long-standing setting of the original story, so she should just make him faint quickly and go home.
Sera extended her hand.
“Let’s move on to hands, then.”
“That’s too much.”
“Why? It’s basic.”
“Do you know how many things a person touches with their hands in a day?”
Leonard frowned.
Even if Sera washed her hands right before leaving her room, who knows how many things she touched on the way.
Her nose, chin, collar, doorknob, table, contract, pen.
Leonard didn’t even want to imagine what might have transferred from those to her hands.
“Start with somewhere cleaner, where others haven’t touched.”
“That sounds perverted, you know?”
Sera showed a blatant look of disgust.
Hair, shoulders, knees, feet, everywhere had been thoroughly touched by someone already, so should she just say go away?
“Just be quiet and roll up your sleeve.”
How boring.
Sera rolled up the sleeve of her drab, old dress.
Despite her enthusiasm, the narrow sleeve got stuck just above her elbow.
“That’s good enough.”
Leonard wore a determined expression as if heading into battle.
With his decent features and serious look, Sera couldn’t help but feel tense too.
Leonard took a deep breath and removed both gloves.
His trembling hand inched closer.
What is this, their wedding night?
Sera offered her arms for him to touch freely.
Leonard’s fingertips lightly brushed the inside of Sera’s arm.
His face twisted as if he had chewed something disgusting.
“Why does your entire body feel like this?”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s all squishy.”
