The Next Prince, Chapter 38 pg2
The Next Prince, Chapter 38 pg2
Evaa, Ramil, and Khanin separate themselves to participate in activities together. They agree to ride horses and compete in three rounds in the field to determine the winner. After spending a reasonable amount of time riding horses for fun.
In the past, both Evaa and Ramil's horse riding skills were considered exceptional. However, this competition turned out to be a rare defeat for Evaa.
As for Ramil and Khanin, it is a relatively evenly matched contest.
The royal descendant, Evaa, looked back at the two relatives before taking a breath. Evaa slipped away, her face showing a little bit of what had happened.
She wasn't particularly happy about gaining victory, but rather felt a sense of tenderness towards the two relatives.
Both Ramil and Khanin were not focused on the competition, as they were more concerned about the sudden disappearance of Petai and Charan, their close companions.
Just look at them. Even someone as carefree as Ramil didn't seem to care about the competition at all.
“That's great. We've had a great time riding horses together.” said the lone girl, teasingly starting a conversation after they had gradually descended from the stage. Horses, the companions of their hearts.
“Oh, you're still as skilled as ever.” Ramil handed the reins to someone to take care of the horse, and engaged in conversation with Evaa using the same familiar phrases, but his eyes kept searching for his own close companion, no different from Khanin.
“Thank you. And... Khanin, are you having fun?”
“Oh, yes... I'm having fun... It's really fun.”
Evaa almost revealed the gesture of the young royal, while the other party seemed emotionally detached from the immediate situation. It was fortunate that she managed to hold back in time. The hawk eyes caught sight of the person in the position of following the close companion of both parties returning, just as Ramil uttered a few words with a hoarse voice.
I am thirsty, let's go get some water to drink.”
“I'm hungry too. I'll come with you.” Khanin, who seemed to have just regained consciousness, quickly spoke up.
Evaa saw that both Petai and Charan came back with drinks in their hands. Because of that, the young woman did not think to disturb the desires of the older siblings anymore.
“Go ahead. Evaa asked to separate and have tea with the good adults instead.” People without partners like her decided to escape and join the group on the field.
Ramil took the opportunity to follow closely behind the young woman, intending to catch up with Petai immediately. In the end, he ended up having to walk in the middle of the field, rushing and being close to Khanin.
Khanin frowned in dissatisfaction and glanced sideways. Just as Ramil turned around with words that were not allowed to pass.
“There are many other paths. Let's go on a different journey.”
“No one wrote their name as the owner of the paths.” Khanin intentionally walked to confront Ramil, but he was unexpectedly pushed back by the bigger person until he almost stumbled.
“Fucking annoying.” Ramil gritted his teeth, but Khanin didn't care. Now his eyes were only fixed on Charan.
“Stop fighting for now. Look around.” It was a temporary truce.
Ramil turned to look at the provocative gestures of the white man, his face more handsome and arrogant than before.
“What are we going to talk about next? We haven't separated yet.”
“That's right.”
Then we have to make them separate... Each person takes care of their own.” The taller person ordered with a low voice. Ramil prepared to take another step when Khanin raised his hand, causing a pause.
“Hey, are you going to run in like that? Acting like a dumb dog-faced man without any artistry at all.”
“Who's the dog-faced one!” The irritating words caused the young brothers' nerves to fray. Ramil intended to retaliate with insults, but he was stopped in his tracks by a sentence that affected his emotions.
“Is Petai more important?”
“If you're so good, then go, go separate your guy.” Ramil muttered under his breath, his frustration building up, as he glanced at Charan and Petai who were still engrossed in conversation. Even though there was a deadly aura emanating from that direction.
“Certainly more skilled.”
“If you're so skilled, then go handle it, go ahead.” The young royal from the Phuchongpisut lineage wanted to know how Khanin-Atsawathewathin could separate Charan and Petai from each other.
Which way is considered art? For Ramil, it doesn't have to be anything complicated. Just walk over and separate them, that's it.
“Make that face, do you think just walking over and separating them will solve everything?” The sarcastic remark from the younger one made the taller one hesitate. The descendant of the royal family, the young man with a snakelike forehead, approached each other.
“And why... why do you believe whatever I say.” With a handsome, stern face, a louder exhale, and a voice that made people like Kani, Nont, read the relationship clearly.
“Are you so confident and yet so restless, or are you worried because you got him just like that...”
Hey, Khanin!” Ramil didn't let the other side finish speaking, he retorted with anger, his face not betraying any emotions. Khanin had evil thoughts, his enchantment commanded him to stab the heart of someone who was his number one enemy as soon as he saw a weakness.
“That's right... Did I speak the truth? Stabbing the heart, huh? Obviously, you only like him alone, it's pitiful one sided love.”
“...”
“Come here, let me teach you, look, like this.” He gestured with his index finger towards Ramil, making him feel even more uneasy, the taller one following behind with a frown, but ultimately deciding to let Khanin take the lead this time.
His narrow eyes looked towards the young brothers who walked away to drink, he walked after them slowly, observing from behind.
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