Chapter 404 Raguel Skyfall, the First Prince

"Heeh? Is that True? The Third Prince? But I thought the First Prince would become the Crown Prince."

"I used to think the same thing, however, that is incorrect. Think about it logically, the only advantage the First Prince has over the Third Prince is that he was born earlier than him.

The Third Prince is smarter, more loved, and has higher potential compared to the First Prince, if it wasn't for the 60 years of age gap between them, the First Prince wouldn't even be a competition.

The King would have to be a fool to choose the First Prince as the Crown Prince."

"Now that you say i-"

*Step* *Step* *Step*

"Prince Raguel!"

The two servants who were talking to each other suddenly paused and bowed hysterically as they saw a handsome man, with black colored hair, Crystal Blue eyes, well-carved face, wearing Purple colored coat standing in front of them.

'Zel, you bastard! Why the hell were you talking so loudly!'

The Servant cursed his friend inwardly, his face was pale white and his body was trembling.

Clearly, he was scared.

The man in front of him was Raguel Skyfall, the First Prince of the Skyfall Kingdom.

And, was also the man who they were talking about.

'I am dead…'

The Servant started thinking about his family as he closed his eyes.

"You are not paid to talk about useless stuff, go do your work."

The First Prince ordered.

"Huh?"

The Servant, who has closed his eyes suddenly opened them and frowned.

"What? Was I not clear enough?"

The First Prince questioned.

"No! i-I Apologize, Prince Raguel! We will return to our work right away!"

Saying that, the two servants rushed away.

Seeing them running away, the First Prince sighed.

'This is the 4th time already…'

Raguel couldn't understand.

Everything was going fine 2 days ago.

Everyone respected him and believed that he would be crowned as the next King.: owner of this content.

Just what in the hell happened in these last two days?

Why have the odds fallen in favor of his brother? And so drastically at that?

Why was the Third Prince's so-called Potential wasn't mentioned before? Why now? Did something happen?

He talked with many people, his mother, his Grandfather, and his loyal servants, but no one was able to come up with an answer.

This lack of answers annoyed the First Prince.

In reality, the First Prince was panicking.

He could see his chances of becoming the King disappearing right in front of his eyes.

And in panic.

He decided to talk to a certain woman.

A woman whom he had never talked to before.

Amaya Skyfall.

If anyone would know the answers to his questions, it would be Amaya Skyfall.

A princess from another Kingdom. A woman with the largest information network in the world. A woman he normally avoided because of her scary curse.

Of course, it was clear that he couldn't avoid her now.

Therefore,

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

He knocked on the doors of her room.

"…"

No one answered.

The First Prince frowned and

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

He knocked again.

"…"

But again, no one answered.

The First Prince's frown deepened, then, without waiting,

He directly opened the door and entered the door.

'Hmm?'

Inside, he saw a woman covered in ominous-looking Black Mist laying on the bed with an expressionless look on her divinely beautiful face.

'She… really is beautiful…'

The First Prince was taken aback.

For the next two minutes, he just stood there, admiring Amaya's beauty.

Amaya, who was waiting for him to speak up, felt her lips twitching in frustration.

Why the hell was this monkey looking at her?

Does he want to die!?

Tsk!

After snorting inwardly, Amaya decided to open her eyes on her own.

"It's rather disrespectful to enter a woman's room without her consent, don't you think, First Prince?"

Amaya spoke in a calm but oddly soothing voice.

There were no signs of her frustration in her voice.

The First Prince finally came out of his reverie when he heard his voice,

"I-I apologize."

He replied and then continued,

"I knocked a few times but no one answered."

"And I believed that not answering meant that I wasn't ready to meet anyone."

A mannerly way to call someone a rude bastard.

"Again, I apologize, but I really wanted to talk to you about something that is very urgent."

The First Prince wasn't offended, rather, he felt that he was in the wrong for disturbing Lady Amaya's sleep, therefore, he apologized.

Amaya looked at Raguel's face for a while and then, she muttered,

"What is it?"

She questioned.

Raguel's face twitched.

She could at least offer him a seat.

Just why is she being so unwelcoming?

In the end, he just sighed, then grabbed a chair and sat down,

"Have you heard about the recent rumor about me and Lovis?"

He questioned.

However, instead of answering, Amaya looked at him with a deadpan expression on her face.

Raguel soon realized his mistake and reframed his question.

"This Rumor about me and Lovis, do you know how it spread? Who is behind it? Why did it spread so quickly? Also…

Is it true?"

"I don't think I am obligated to answer any of your questions,"

Amaya replied.

"You are not."

Raguel agreed.

"But you can still help me, can't you?"

"And why would I do that? What is in it for me?"

Amaya questioned.

"What do you want? Name your price, I will buy this information from you."

Raguel proposed.

Amaya, however, just chuckled,

"Heh. Did you forget who you are talking to? Why would I want your money?"

Raguel clenched his fist.

"Then what do you want?"

However, he soon controlled his anger and questioned.

"…"

Amaya observed Raguel for a while.

A few more seconds passed by, and now, Raguel felt a little uncomfortable. It felt as if Amaya was investigating him.

Suddenly, as if she was done with her little investigation,

Amaya turned around and closed her eyes.

"This information is not for sale."

A vein popped up on Raguel's forehead and then, he warned.

"You better answer me when I am asking nicely."