I Love Destroying Worlds' Plot [BL]

Chapter 222: 7.21 Second Violet Star - Third Prince

"Yue~ this body feels heavy. This is the first time I've experienced this! What is this? Am I sick!?" complains Eirwen Night in his head.

[Host, you are not sick. You're just very tired.]

"Tired? No way! I never get tired in my life!" retorted Eirwen.

[Please remember that the body you have now is the weakest. Even weaker than your child's body as Gui Lan in the fourth world. Moreover, as you've said your soul is rejecting your vessel because of the holy element.]

"You're kidding?"

[Unfortunately, I am not my host. Right now if someone wants to push you down without the protection of these pixies you would most likely lose in the battle between strength. 100 percent!]

"... For real?"

[You are inside the body of someone who almost lives half of his life inside his room. Groceries, clothes, and necessities were bought online and the only exercise that body gets is by walking around that room you opened your eyes to. If not because of your qi running throughout that body, you would have turned both your legs to mush when you jumped off the roof this morning.]

"You're fucking with me aren't you?"

[No. I am one hundred percent serious my host!]

"My dear Yue, how do you wish to die? Do you want to be smoked, grilled, or boiled? Please choose one baby~"

[Hih~ Please calm down, host! There's a way! You only need to die once so your body will repair itself which will suit your soul!!]

"Die? Die your ass! Who would be willing to kill me in this kind of situation you shit!" roared inside his head. He was quarreling with his system in his mind at this moment.

In reality, Eirwen Nigh tripped on a small pebble and was about to hit his face-first on the ground. Thankfully someone grabbed his waist before he slammed his flawless face on the ground. When he looked back he saw the expressionless duke staring at him.

"Are you okay?" Duke Damian asked.

Eirwen Night whose legs had already turned into jelly from fatigue had outreached his hands towards the duke like a spoiled child.

"My feet hurt ~ carry me, Adrienne~," said Eirwen with a sly smile on his face.

For a moment Eirwen Night noticed the duke stiffens then next felt those hands grab his waist tightens and secretly rubs it at the same time.

'Right~ even without memories, habits don't change hah~' thoughts of Eirwen Night.

The soldiers watched as the duke carried Lady Night in his arms like a child. All the way to the castle no one noticed Eirwen Night's lips twitching as the hand under his butt continued to rub here and there. If not for the soldiers surrounding them and seeing the duke's expressionless face, Eirwen would have longed bitten this stupid pervert's handsome face.

Even System Yue who was watching the scene in his invisibility mood doesn't know how to react to this kind of situation. His lord god still acts like a pervert whenever his host is involved, whether it was intentionally or instinctively and whether he has his memories or not.

The scene of the duke carrying Lady Night back to the castle had spread in the palace. Even King Argus and Bela heard about it. Worse of all, Bela had seen it with her own eyes. Seeing the man she admires carry another person, a fucking man, in his arms made her heart full of hatred. She openly glares at Eirwen Night regardless of her reputation.

Eirwen who saw her glaring had flashed a huge grin showing even the fangs of his full teeth towards the jealous Lady Laurel. Bela almost runs towards Eirwen and wipes that smug expression on his face but she immediately calms down when she hears the crowds murmuring around her. They were talking about her reaction just before this. She could only bite her lower lips and leave the place to hide and needs to find a way to clear whatever rumors are going to come out after this day.

"We are not over yet you slut~" grumbled Bela Laurel in anger.

Meanwhile, the duke had carried Lady Night towards his chambers. As expected there are no knights or servants to welcome the return of Eirwen Night. This is what he had requested before, that no one shall come lingering in his chambers unless necessary. Because Lady Night hates the crowd, his necessities were placed in the receiving room and the people are not allowed to stay for as long as an hour in the place.

The servants could only come over when Lady Night was out and the knights could only protect him in the shadows without showing themselves. Despite that, the knights always lose Lady Night whenever he wants to roam around on his own. No one could catch him when he wanted to escape their protection. King Argus keeps getting reports of this kind when Eirwen Night is involved.

Duke Damian reluctantly put down Lady Night in front of his chamber. They stared at each other without speaking a word as if they could converse with one of their eyes. The silence was broken when Eirwen had spoken.

"I will not say thank you," said Lady Night.

His words felt rude to those who heard it, the knights heard his words frown a bit but didn't react wildly as the difference of standing between them and the lady is quite large. Only Duke Damian remained silent.

Suddenly they saw him smile at the duke sweetly.

"Is it soft?~" asked Eirwen Night while smiling.

The duke who answered honestly nodded his head and said, "It's very soft like silk." He looked at his hand that held this man's butt without any expression on his face. He even looks innocent at this moment.

Only when the words of the duke were heard by the knights that they understood the conversation between their lord and the lady. A blush appeared on their cheeks as they faked a cough and even averted their eyes.

Eirwen pouted and kicked the shameless man's shin in front of him.

"Die, pervert!" Then he runs inside his room, slamming the door directly at the duke's face.

The duke and the knights left Lady Night's chambers with an awkward atmosphere in their group. On the way towards the castle's gates, Duke Adrienne suddenly paused his steps which bewildered the knights that served him. He suddenly called upon one of the strongest knights in the group.

"Lint, protect the chambers of Lady Night for this week in secret." order Duke Damian.

Knight Lint bowed his head, "As you wish my lord." Then he separated from the group to do his task for tonight. He kept himself hidden and guarded the chambers of Eirwen Night that evening.

Even though the duke doesn't react much to the changes in his surroundings, it doesn't mean that he didn't notice something, he just chooses to ignore it. This means Duke Damian noticed Lady Laurel glaring at Lady Night. The bad relationship between the two was never hidden before and so, he noticed that deadly glare Lady Laurel gave Lady Night when he escorted him back to the castle.

On the same evening, a lady whose face is hidden under a huge cloak secretly met with one of the princes. At the third prince's residence, a servant knocks at Elliot Hart's office.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"What is it?" a young man's voice asked from the inside. It was Elliot the third prince.

A servant responded, "Your highness your guest has finally arrived."

"Let her in and you may leave," said Elliot Hart.

The servant opened the door to the office and let the lady in cloak enter the room. The door was closed after she and the servant took her to leave as she was told to do so.

Once the figure hidden within the cloak entered the room, the clothing hiding the appearance of the guest was pulled off revealing the face of the guest had been revealed. It was one of the Saintess candidates, Bela Laurel.

"Have you thought of my proposal yet, Third your highness?" asked Lady Laurel.

The third prince's appearance is unlike his father, King Argus, and the crown prince, Viktor Hart's golden hair. His hair had the shade of crimson but he got his father's eyes which are sapphire in color and unlike his father and brother he had no affinity of becoming a warrior instead he had a huge pool of mana which would allow him to become a great mage in the future. Unfortunately, this man is so ambitious that he wanted to have the throne.

Bela stared at the third prince in front of him. His attractiveness is different from the vibe the duke is giving away.

If the duke is like a sharp sword hidden within the shadows whose existence emits danger just by standing still then the third prince is like a snake taking his time to stare at his prey and when an opportunity comes he would eat his prey with a single bite.

It is extremely dangerous to make contact with such a snake-like person but according to her previous life's memories, this person succeeded in killing the crown prince. It was also by his help that he got Eirwen Night of the time executed by the Duke.

Bela Laurel spoke, "I will help you seat on the throne when I become the Saintess. In exchange eliminate all my enemies. This is a simple exchange isn't it?"

"Not a bad offer but except for your position as a candidate to Saintess you have nothing else to use as collateral. It is not an equal exchange is it?" said the third prince with a cunning gaze glinting within those sapphire eyes.

Bela Laurel understands that this man is asking him to give him something useful in exchange for his help. But as just a Saintess candidate she had nothing else important on her, except for her freedom that is.

"Then... I will sign a magic contract with the prince. State that I, Bela Laurel, shall become his possession until I become the Saintess. In exchange, the third prince is entitled to lend me any help any need within this duration. Once I have become the Saintess this contract shall be considered as fulfilled and will give you a blessing and let you seat at the throne.

Would this content be enough, third your highness?" asked Bela Laurel.

After hearing Lady Laurel's offer, this evil third prince smiles wickedly. "I will prepare the magic contract and send it to your place, Lady Laurel."

"Good. I will wait for it then," said Bela before finishing her conversation with the third prince and taking her to leave right away.

The moment Lady Laurel took her leave, the smile on the third prince disappeared and a dangerous glint passed through his eyes.

" The Saintess candidate, Bela Laurel, she is much more interesting than I heard but... She is a bit stupid. The youngest candidate is a soft persimmon and too innocent she isn't much of a threat while the last is...

Too dangerous to approach as the Duke is protecting her. This is interesting indeed. With a pawn called Bela in my hands, I should be able to do more~" murmured the third prince.