CH 66.1

Princess Elizabeth calls out, “Schweshi’ugenyaong-didi~” (TL: ‘didi’ means younger brother, but not necessarily biological when used as a term of address)

Prince Blai’nd replies, “uh… Ms pretty, Schweshi’ugenyaong is my nation’s name. My name is Blai’nd.”

Princess Elizabeth then calls out, “Nd-didi~~”

Prince Blai’nd then replies, “ey! Ms pretty!”

The Prince’s servant girls “…”

Ni Haofan, rescued by being rubbed at the temples and given CPR “…”

The maids present “…”

You, one honourable Prince, right, calling a Princess ‘Ms pretty’ is bad enough;

You, one honourable Princess, right, wholly accepting that is bad enoughl

But,

Your Highness, can you speak after you put on some clothes first?

Your Highness, can you not direct your greetings at the statue of Venus de Milo?

Currently, their attention is focused thusly –

Princess Elizabeth→Prince Blai’nd→Venus de Milo.

“Please tell me~ How did Mr Murong do it with Mr Jünle?” Her Highness Elizabeth’s eyes are positively twinkling looking at Blai’nd’s back.

Ah, what curious eyes as pure as children’s!

Blai’nd is moved;

Blai’nd adjusts his monocles;

Blai’nd brushes his hand past the nose of Venus de Milo, saying,

“Oh~ My beautiful missus wants to know about that?

I see, then please listen carefully——

Up and down and super quick, left and right and lotsa fun;

Beat and box and exercise, jump and hop and through the loops;

Open sesame and keep going, nine shallows, one deep is the way;

This is the big peace of life, as a human you must know.”

Naturally——All of that are Blai’nd’s own imagination at play based on the vivid censored blocks of colours he saw back then,

Naturally, not the least bit unexaggera——wholly written in a truthful manner——

Her Highness Elizabeth nods in a daze, then, carefully asks,

“It was that intense? Then Nd-didi, do you think they can successfully impregnate?”

“Sss——” Blai’nd narrows his eyes and rubs his chin, saying, “theoretically——by the frequency——the intensity, it should be soon even if it hasn’t happened yet, but——”

“Oh~! 素晴らしい! Yo knew it! There is still much esperanza for el nacimiento of the genome perfecta humana~! This está the best news yo have heard today!

Speaking of which, the date of the proposed duel between He Jünle and me is close… I wonder if Mr Murong saw my mail… I must contact Mr Murong.”

Blai’nd gulps, imagining what a pretty, flowery smile Her Highness Elizabeth must have right now (he knows he’s too near-sighted to see), thus decides to swallow the other part of his sentence, “——but aren’t they all girls? They can’t impregnate each other, right”

——Deep into his throat.

The two girls, bearing witness to the whole thing “???”

Ni Haofan pats them on the shoulder in a friendly manner, saying, “it’s alright. We can see they are getting along well.”

Girl A remarks, “… I feel like, this trip with His Highness to Country A, is like, a trip of enlightenment of the whole world…”

Girl B adds, “… agreed.”

Meanwhile, Murong Jihua, who has lost his terminal, is doing the public square tap dance with He Jünle, naturally, the Princess fails to contact him.

That wouldn’t do!

Change the number and call He Jünle instead!

He’s not picking up?

Keep going, keep calling, until he picks it up!

After the dance, He Jünle leans over to support Murong Jihua’s powerless, ragdolised body, asking,

“Are you alright?”

Under the surrounding crowd’s clap clap clap of applaud like waves, Murong Jihua feels like his head is spinning, and asks, “… why are you so familiar with even public square dancing,

Also, what in the world is this BGM?! A demonic remix nightcore version of ‘The Dazzlest Folk Style’ and ‘Happy Ending‘?! Isn’t this your first fucking time listening to it? You’ve practicallly mastered it for Christ’s sake!”

He Jünle smiles to reveal half a hidden canine, leaning closer to Murong Jihua’s face, saying,

“Yeah? Maybe because I’m a genius——Would you like me to teach you, mouth to mouth…”

Of course! Please teach me with your whole heart behind it!

That is when.

——A ringtone – ‘I’d like to support you my whole life~’ (TL: Lyrics from ‘Love Support,’ by Mini Yang)

He Jünle “…”

Murong Jihua “…”

Tokiomi! Give us our amazing mood back!

Murong Jihua asks, “who is it?”

He Jünle answers, “… It’s from Princess Elizabeth.

The twenty-third call in half an hour.”

Murong Jihua “…”

“Xüeru, cover for us a little. I have to take your Le-gege outside, don’t let anyone follow us.”

Murong Jihua says, dragging He Jünle outside, while throwing a very hefty red packet to Xüeru through the air, adding,

“——Divvy it up between the Gang.”

The sky has gone completely dark already. Murong Jihua squeezes into a nearby alley with He Jünle, and crosses his arms, standing to the side, watching He Jünle pick up the phone with furrowed brows as he leans on the wall.

“… Hello?”

“… Mail? Tomorrow? Competition?”

“… Wait, I can’t hear a word. Can you speak a bit more slowly?”

“I see.”

He Jünle hangs up.

Murong Jihua then goes up to ask, “… what is it?”

He Jünle furrows his brows, saying, “while your device was destroyed, we might have missed some critical information.”

Murong Jihua asks, “what?”

He Jünle explains, “round one, she has proposed to meet tomorrow at noon. The competition is to, recite poetry.”

“…”

“From 8:30 when she sent the message, to 1200 hours tomorrow. We must memorise the list of poetry as dictated by the list of poems. The winner is the one who has recited more.”

“…”

“She is a genius, and so am I, so that means,”

He Jünle checks the time on his watch, saying,

“It has been 30 minutes already——My chance of success is already at an abysmal 40%!”