The Next Prince, Chapter 24 pg2
The Next Prince, Chapter 24 pg2
If we say that Charan doesn't compete because he's afraid of others surpassing him, it sounds even more absurd. It's as if he's that delicate and fragmented person who has no merits.
Sometimes, asking Khun Charan for a painting might be easier than this.”
Chakri's intriguing narrative piques Khanin's interest. He attentively listens as the head of the household goes into detail about the history of someone he had never known before.
“A painting? What do you mean?”
“Well... in reality, Khun Charan is an artist, Your Highness. He's an art teacher and works in the art profession, Your Highness.”
The surprising information raises questions and causes Khanin to furrowed his brow, as everything seems distorted from the truth he once understood.
The young boy quickly analyzes and connects some pieces of the story on his own. Perhaps... This could be a widespread deception to conceal his true talents, keeping them hidden from others.
A fascinating illusionist indeed.
“If that's the case... where does he teach, and how can I go there?”
“Ah, Khun Charan's art school is called 'Morpheus,' Your Highness. It's located in the Pritak Conservatory, which is quite easy to reach. It's less than three kilometers from our palace... Oh, but why would Your Highness want to know?” The forgetful head of the household interrupts with a puzzled expression.
Chakri blinks his eyes and glimpses a smile on the face in front of him, feeling as if he's watching a suspenseful movie.
“I want to go.”
“You can't go just like that, Your Highness. You must have something you need to order, Your Highness. Chakri...”
“I want to go... I want to go by myself...” Khanin's desire becomes clear, and he swallows the lump in his throat, making it difficult to sit still.
Young Prince, if you want to study art further it is okay, but the fact that you have to study now...” Chakri pauses for a moment, raising his hand slowly and counting his fingers deliberately. He wears a tense expression and continues, “You have five more subjects to study this week, Your Highness.”
“I didn't say anything about wanting to study more... and also, Mister Butler, you don't have to react like this. The reason I have to study this much is because of someone.”
“...”
“Mister Butler, your skill as a teacher is why you are like this...” Khanin's words reproach his bulky and slouching father figure. His complaints seem insincere, but they make the listeners feel uncomfortable and shrink in on themselves.
“Forgive me, Your Highness.”
Even though it may be a plan that goes against his nature, at this moment Khanin doesn't have many options. He knows well that stubbornly refusing will make Chakri have to apologize, and when the other party shows remorse for making him uncomfortable, Khanin will aggressively pursue to prevent anyone else from having the chance to refuse.
“I'm really having a hard time, Mister Butler. Since I am far away from home... I have to compete alone. So it's best if I go.”
“Go, oh... no...”
“Don't refuse, you mustn't refuse, I'm begging you. I have two options for you, either I go alone, or you, Mister Butler, accompany me.”
“...”
“Choose.” A small sentence ends the act, with the cute face owner looking at the other party who stands with clasped hands, a worried expression on his face. Oh, wait, the mouth that was about to speak hiccups, resembling a fish out of water, playing with the almost slipping words, but held back.
I will... will really go, or Your Highness... if that's the case, I will organize the procession and await.”
“Who said there would be a procession? I'm not a leader of a marching band. Why should I lead a procession, let others be awakened... just the two of us, that's it.”
“But, Your Majesty, it's not fitting for only you, Your Highness, and Chakri to go. It's not honorable...”
“Why can't it be, just take a ride. If you, Mister Butler, don't go with me, just the two of us. I'll flee.” The final threat has been revealed.
Chakri's tenseness rises, covering his face with his suppressed anger, but that doesn't make Khanin give in.
Don't think he's being malicious, it's necessary.
“Young Prince...”
“Mister Butler. Let me ask something, did grandfather make you take care of me?”
“Yes... yes, Your Highness.”
“And your grandfather also said. If I want something, I can tell you Chakri directly, and you, Chakri will take care of it, is it still like that?”
“Your Majesty...”
“If that's the case. Chakri, comply with the order..” Khanin deliberately used the keywords that he had heard the guardians say when they were ordered to carry out important missions. Such as, a small body hugging a slightly raised face, it made his cute face look more stubborn and inviting attention.
“Hmph, Your Majesty.”
“Chakri.”
“Can't go right now, Your Highness. no matter what, people need to know.” Wait until tonight, trick everyone into thinking I'm asleep.” All objections are futile when Khanin has an escape plan and backup plans ready.
“Your Majesty, no... if we go together, Your Highness must...”
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