THE VILLAINESS TURNS THE HOURGLASS

Chapter 82. Testing And Trial, Part XXIII

Chapter 82. Testing And Trial, Part XXIII

Translator: Khan

Editor Group: Liber Reverie

"You... who are you?"

"Yes...?"

It was a remark poured down on Mielle, who didn't fully raise her head. Asterope was staring at her with an eerie stiff face.

"You're Mielle?"

"...!"

Mielle was so surprised that she trembled without even raising her head properly. She was appalled by the way he spoke that seemed to deny herself. She couldn't understand why he was pushing her with such cold eyes and accent.

"... ha. Really you're Mielle?"

Asterope spat out a smile as if he had been embarrassed. Feeling strange, Princess Isis spread her frowning face by herself and asked carefully why. Now she was siding with Mielle, not Asterope.

"Your Highness Asterope, did Lady Mielle make a mistake?"

"No."

Even though Isis asked, Asterope's gaze was directed at Mielle. He glanced over Mielle's entire body, which was trembling like a little bird losing its mother, and answered with a self-help tone.

"I think I did the wrong thing. Now that I've said hello, I'll go. Have a good time, princess."

When he confirmed Mielle's face, he turned around coldly as if he had no more regrets. Only then did Mielle, who got out of his blade-like gaze, collapsed to her seat, holding on to her heart, which was running so fast. Oscar hastened to support her.

"Lady Mielle, what the hell happened to His Highness?"

Isis grilled her after she had fallen. But Mielle, who had never been linked to Asterope, had no way of knowing. She shook her head with a paled face.

"I, I don't know... I haven't seen His Highness before."

Isis clicked her tongue since she had thought that he had given in to the Aristocratic Party and showed up to celebrate her birthday, but he had given only a word of greeting, and after he had grilled Mielle, he disappeared.

'What on earth was the purpose of the Crown Prince?' Isis and the others who had witnessed the scene in the garden all thought so.

"You've never really seen him?"

"Of, of course."

"Then why did he look for Lady Mielle and check your face..."

'Why did he turn around as if she weren't?'

Isis, who was going to ask that much, thought that Lady Mielle might really have nothing to do with him. 'Was that the reason he had turned around after checking her face? Because she was different from what he had thought?'

"Boo-hoo..."

At the Crown Prince's harsh words and manner and Isis's urging, Mielle burst into tears. Although she had received numerous education from an early age and had become a model of aristocratic lady, Mielle was only fourteen years old.

In addition, it was too much of an ordeal for her to endure, who had grown out of love and goodwill so far. Some strength was put on the hand of Oscar who embraced Mielle. He didn't know what had happened, but Mielle was too young to be insulted in front of many people. Mielle, who was wailing, looked very sad, whether he liked her or not.

"I'm sorry, Lady Mielle. I was so nervous. Oscar! Take the lady to the mansion. Help her relax."

"Yes, sister."