Volume 1 Episode 12 – the owner of a high-class brothel seeing me


I Just Wanted to Call Off the Arranged Marriage With the Princessโ€”Someone I Could Never Possibly Be a Match Forโ€”But for Some Reason, She Took a Liking to Me and Is Now Closing in on Me


I had parted ways with Iris and was being welcomed by Lilium san.

โ€œWould you like some tea?โ€

โ€œOf course.โ€

Iโ€™d be happy to have wine, but getting drunk in a brothel seems a bit unwise. Since Iris brought me here, Iโ€™m sure that wouldnโ€™t happen, but Iโ€™ve heard plenty of bad rumors about brothels. Stories of women being plied with alcohol and then stripped of everything they own.

I should at least keep some sense about me.

As if she knew exactly what I was thinking, Lilium san smiled and personally brewed the tea for me. Perhaps it was a high-quality blend, for the aroma wafting from the cup was delightful, and my tense body relaxed just a little.

โ€œThereโ€™s no need to be so wary. I have no intention of acting on Lady Irisโ€™s concerns, you know?โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆI think sheโ€™s just being cautious around me.โ€

When Lilium san volunteered to keep me company, Her Royal Highness the Princess twisted the corners of her eyes as far as they would go. Her face clearly said, โ€œDonโ€™t you dare lay a hand on he,โ€ and I could tell she had zero trust in me. How sad.

I bring the cup to my lips. It tastes more like the tea leaves than the sugar. Itโ€™s sweet and smooth.

You donโ€™t need to worry about that. I do have some self-restraint.

โ€œYou donโ€™t need to worry about that. I donโ€™t have the means to buy a night at a high-class brothel.โ€

โ€œIt doesnโ€™t matter to me.โ€

Huh? Startled, I turned my head to see Lilium san smiling across the small table. She narrowed her violet eyes, which held a certain intensity, and traced her wet lower lip with a slender finger.

โ€œSince youโ€™re accompanying Lady Irisโ€ฆ Itโ€™ll take some time, wonโ€™t itโ€ฆ so in the meantime, shall I keep you company?โ€

Her demeanor shifted completely from the demure atmosphere of moments ago, revealing a seductive allure befitting a courtesan. A thick, oppressive atmosphere filled the room, so dense it felt as though even the air itself had grown stagnant.

Facing her inviting gaze, I closed my eyes and exhaled softly.

โ€œโ€ฆIโ€™ll pass.โ€

Raising both hands in a gesture of surrender, I pleaded for mercy, but Lilium san shifted her demeanor once again and let out a refined โ€œHehe.โ€

โ€œMy apologies. I was simply curious about what sort of man Lady Irisโ€™s fiancรฉ might be. Iโ€™m relieved to know heโ€™s such a kind and sincere person.โ€

โ€œโ€ฆAre you sayingโ€ฆ you were testing me?โ€

โ€œIf youโ€™d nodded in agreement, we would have continued in bed, wouldnโ€™t we?โ€

Her tone didnโ€™t sound like she was joking, and I felt a twinge of disappointment. Iโ€™m a man, after all. If a beauty like her invited me, even my iron will would waver. Itโ€™d be as wobbly as a baby tooth about to fall out.

Or rather,

โ€œYou knew, didnโ€™t you? About the fiancรฉ?โ€

โ€œFrom a letter from Lady Irisโ€”just the basics, though.โ€

Am I the only one who didnโ€™t know?

Iris only ever says sheโ€™s going to the brothel. Feeling like the odd one out, I let out a sigh.

โ€œJust so you know, weโ€™re not actually engaged, okay?โ€

โ€œBut the letter referred to you as fiancรฉ.โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆRumors sure spread fast.โ€

From His Majesty to my parents, and even to Irisโ€™s friendsโ€ฆ or at least people she knowsโ€”the word is steadily spreading. We havenโ€™t made an official announcement, and we havenโ€™t exchanged any formal documents.

So, while itโ€™s true we arenโ€™t engaged, everyone around us is treating me as if we are.

โ€œDo you mind being treated like a fiancรฉ?โ€

โ€œโ€ฆItโ€™s not exactly that.โ€

Maybe itโ€™s because of her profession as a courtesan. I bite my lower lip, trying to resist the urge to open up in this atmosphere that makes me want to talk. I donโ€™t like baring my soul.

I pop a piece of the fruit she offered into my mouth. A sweet, tart flavor spreads across my tongue.

โ€œAre those two sisters?โ€

โ€œNo.โ€

Lilium smiles and goes along with my blatant attempt to change the subject.

โ€œThey arenโ€™t related by blood. But they care for each other just like real sisters, donโ€™t they?โ€

โ€œThey did give off that kind of vibe.โ€

The young maidโ€™s joy at seeing Iris was one thing, but Iris herself was also overflowing with happiness. Combined with the fact that they both had black hair and black eyes, they looked so much like sisters that I could almost believe they were related by blood.

Iโ€™d been wondering why she was so eager to come to the brothel, but it seems she came to see her. Even if they arenโ€™t related by blood, their relationship must be as close as sisters.

โ€œBy the way, that girl isnโ€™t a prostitute, you know?โ€

โ€œI didnโ€™t ask.โ€

I donโ€™t even care.

Her beaming smile makes me feel like sheโ€™s treating me like a child. Come to think of it, I did notice she had a big bust, but that doesnโ€™t mean Iโ€™m having any kind of perverted fantasies. No, really.

As I sipped my tea to calm my nerves, Lilium san glanced toward the entrance. โ€œWhat?โ€ I thought, turning toward her, and she asked as if sheโ€™d just remembered something.

โ€œDid you know that in this country, people with black hair and eyes are shunned as unlucky?โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆ?โ€

What on earth is she talking about all of a sudden?

โ€œWell, I suppose I do know that.โ€

โ€œUfufu, is that so?โ€

Lilium said with a radiant smile.

โ€œIf itโ€™s you, Iโ€™d be happy to keep you company, so please feel free to ask anytime.โ€

โ€œHoh?โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆWhat are you so happy about?โ€

I felt a sharp tap on the back of my head.

When I turned around to see who it was, it was Iris, looking down at me with her lips tightly pursed. For some reason, I felt like her face was slightly red. A cold?

As I dramatically clutched my headโ€”which didnโ€™t really hurt that muchโ€”Lilium chuckled softly and asked Iris a question.

โ€œIs it all right now?โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆItโ€™s not, but I brought him here, so I donโ€™t think itโ€™s right to just leave Lucian alone, and I want to talk to Eliza properly too.โ€

โ€œIโ€™ll keep him company properly.โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆNever mind.โ€

The more Iris sulked, the more cheerful Lilium seemed to become. A young maid peeked her head through the open doorway and asked, โ€œIs something wrong?โ€ She looked as cute as a squirrel, so I waved at her. She gave me a tiny wave back.

That was the most soothing moment of the day.

ใ€€ใ€€โ—†ใ€€โ—†ใ€€โ—†

When we stepped outside, the sky was tinged with red.

Since it had gotten late, Lilium san thoughtfully arranged for us to take a carriage home. At first, Iโ€™d planned to stop by the brothel and then tour the capital, but I ended up staying at the brothel so long that I ran out of time for the rest.

Not only did she treat me to sweets, but she even treated me to a full meal.

I know it sounds weird to ask what I was doing at a brothel, but if I had fun, thatโ€™s all that matters.

โ€œThanks for hanging out with me today.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s not like Iโ€™m hanging out with you.โ€

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆJust accept my thanks without complaining.โ€

For some reason, Iris, who was sitting next to me, leaned in gently.

She rested her head on my shoulder.

โ€œThe carriage jolted.โ€

โ€œOh, really?โ€

โ€œIs that so?โ€

โ€œI didnโ€™t say it was a lie.โ€

But she didnโ€™t try to pull away.

Maybe it was because Iโ€™d been playing with my little sister, but I must have used up more energy than usual. Pretending I was tired, I gazed out the window at the sunset sinking behind the shadow of the royal castle.

โ€œHey.โ€

โ€œWhat?โ€

โ€œTouch my hair.โ€

She made the same request she had made before.

I wondered why. Keeping that question in my heart, but seeing no reason to refuse, I touched her silky, delicate black hair. As I ran my fingers through it, Iris shifted and shook her shoulders, looking ticklish.

There was no conversation until we reached the mansion; only the sound of the carriage rolling over the cobblestones echoed. When we stopped, Iris, who hadnโ€™t moved even with her head resting on my lap, made a soft, whimpering sound as her throat trembled.

โ€œHey.โ€

โ€œWhat is it?โ€

โ€œCome to think of itโ€ฆโ€

โ€œYeah.โ€

โ€œThe Queen wants to see you.โ€

โ€œWho?โ€

โ€œLucian.โ€

โ€œHuh.โ€

The Queen wants to see me, huh.

I snorted and nodded deeply, as if to say, โ€œI see.โ€

I really, really, really donโ€™t want to!


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