His Highness’ Secret Accountant

Chapter 15

Soon after, an uptight looking middle-aged man visited the mansion.

"The Prince has pale skin and red hair, so I think dark green or scarlet would look good on you."

The middle-aged designer, who had a trendy looking moustache, said, looking closely at Louis' robust body.

The middle-aged man was one of the most famous palace designers in the Stellen Kingdom.

Of course, Louis has no idea of this.

"The Prince has a wonderful body."

Louis' tall height and broad shoulders gave him a perfect body line that looked good no matter what he wore, no, even if he wore a straw mat.

At the magnificent clothes hanger, each of the designer's actions showed excitement.

"Is that so I'm not interested in things like this."

"Then why, all of a sudden?"

"I think I will be interested from now on. Because of someone."

"I don't know who they are, but they must be very happy. They must be precious enough to make the Prince change."

Louis smiled silently at the man's words, that seemed to see through his heart.

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The interior of the palace was busy preparing for the banquet tomorrow.

Tables and chairs, tablecloths and small pepper containers, everything in the banquet hall passed through the hands of the maids at least once.

The Royal Palace, shining no matter where you looked at, was revealing their efforts.

"Ouch!"

A small groan came from Ayla's mouth, as she walked.

She had a painful feeling at the back of her feet, that must have been scraped from walking nonstop from place to place.

Ayla stopped, frowning.

Lily, who was following her, spoke with a worried expression.

"Are you not feeling well?"

"I think the back of my feet are scraped. Ahh, it stings."

"Be careful! I will go get some ointment and gauze quickly. Oh my gosh It scraped a lot. You really are like a slowpoke at times like this!"

Lily said, frowning, and then ran like an arrow. She knew she wouldn't come even if she stopped her, so she just let Lily, who was getting farther away, go.

"The weather is good."

Ayla, sitting on a bench, took off her shoes and stretched.

The sky today was exceptionally clear, without a single could.

She felt a little better, having a break after a while.

Even in her dream-like break, Ayla frowned at the unwelcome voice behind her back.

"Are you slacking off?"

"Ah I am not. I was just taking a break."

"Are you thinking of skipping the salutation?"

"Ayla Serdian, a maid at the west palace, greets Your Highness."

Why are we always meeting like this.'

It seems that this person called the Prince that kept appearing out of nowhere didn't have much to do.

As if he had something to say, Theon's gray eyes, filled with Ayla, hesitated.

"Is life at the Royal Palace good?"

"?"

"I asked if it's good."

"Yes Somehow."

Theon looked at Ayla, who smiled awkwardly.

Can you just go away? Lily said she would return soon, so why isn't she coming.'

Why is he showing so much interest in me, a mere low-rank maid?

She did not know the exact reason, but one thing for sure was that these guys from the Royal family were a mysterious species.

Whether it was Grand Duke Arrot, who easily played tricks, or the Prince, who appeared all over the place talking about unusual things, she couldn't understand them.

Looking at the place where Lily disappeared to, Ayla bit her lower lip anxiously.

How much time passed that Theon, who had been silent, slowly opened his mouth.

"Owen Please take good care of him."

""

That was unexpected.

she thought he was cold-hearted and scary because of his strong first impression.

However, she was even more surprised to feel the sincerity towards Owen in Theon's words.

"Because he hasn't lived in the palace for a long time, everything will be unfamiliar to him. You are also from noble birth, so you know. What a headache the court manners are."

What. You knew?'

Apparently, Theon knew that she was Count Serdian's daughter.

No, he at least seemed to know she was a noble lady.

Why are the people that told her to forget about her noble birth the ones that come now and talk about nobility?

She wanted to question it right away, but seeing Theon's harmless gaze, Ayla had no choice but to nod her head, silently.

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