His Highness Makes Another Decision

Being constantly ignored, it would be a lie to say she wasn’t at all discouraged.

But after yesterday’s failure, Flora had seen that the Crown Prince wasn’t as lustful as rumored, or rather, he didn’t dare to blatantly do lewd things to the maids.

So she lowered her expectations quite a bit, planning to just make her presence known and be done with it.

Unfortunately, Flora put too much attention on controlling her body to avoid mistakes, and only realized she hadn’t completed the send-off when the person was far away.

“No, you’ve done very well, keep up the good work.”

The old butler couldn’t help but praise.

“Yes, I will.”

Flora wasn’t the type to dwell on regrets, so she immediately recovered her spirits and nodded.

There was a shortage of maids in the mansion.

Personal maids still had to help with housework when the master wasn’t around, but the workload was only half that of ordinary maids.

Under such relaxed circumstances, Flora made fewer mistakes, only falling six times throughout the day.

After resting, Flora waited at the gate as usual to welcome her master back.

“Welcome back, Your Highness Ryan!”

When the black-haired boy got out of the carriage, Flora once again showed a sweet smile, saying energetically.

The guards couldn’t help but show surprised expressions… Although they had already been shocked once when they saw her still working as a personal maid.

The Crown Prince wasn’t surprised, but he didn’t cast any more glances at Flora, walking into the house with his assistant.

The old butler and Flora quickly followed.

Inside the house, the maids were also lined up to welcome him, but similar to when Flora didn’t speak outside, the atmosphere was quite oppressive and tense.

Arriving on the second floor, the old butler asked if the Crown Prince wanted to deal with matters in the study first, then excused himself, taking Flora back to the first-floor dining room to prepare dinner.

“Mr. Charlton, let me inform His Highness the Crown Prince that it’s time to eat!”

After busying herself with the preparations, Flora volunteered.

She wanted to make up for the presence she had failed to make known this morning.

After thinking for a moment, the old butler nodded and said, “No problem, but be sure to knock on the door, and do not enter the study without His Highness’s permission.”

“Yes!”

Flora happily left the dining room, stumbled a little on the stairs, and finally arrived in front of the study.

Knock, knock, knock.

She knocked on the door, shouting energetically, “Your Highness Ryan, it’s Flora, may I come in?”

There was no response.

She shouted again, knocked on the door again, and seeing that there was still no answer, she carefully sensed the situation and said loudly,

“Your Highness Ryan, I’m coming in!”

Opening the door, Flora found that the room was brightly lit, the windows were wide open, and documents were scattered all over the desk, but the Crown Prince and his assistant were nowhere to be seen.

Seeing this, Flora had no choice but to retreat to the outside of the door and stand there, silently waiting for the Crown Prince, who might have gone to the restroom or somewhere else, to return.

Just as she was waiting somewhat bored, a sudden hand was placed on her shoulder from behind.

“Uwa!”

Flora was startled and jumped up. Looking back, she found that it was the familiar male civil official.

The Crown Prince’s assistant, Theo Morric.

“Have you been in the room?”

The assistant said somewhat irritably.

Flora quickly explained, “I’m sorry, Mr. Morric, I knocked on the door, but there was no response, so I opened the door to check… But I only looked at it from the door, I didn’t touch anything inside!”

At this time, she noticed that the Crown Prince had returned to the room at some point, but he didn’t look at her, instead flipping through the books on the bookshelf.

Assistant Morric quickly blocked her view with his body.

“What are you doing here?”

His expression was still displeased, but he didn’t continue to question her about trespassing in the study.

Flora quickly replied, “I’m here to inform His Highness Ryan that it’s time to eat.”

“Understood, step back.” Morric waved his hand at her as if shooing away a fly.

Flora was also very understanding, and ran away in a puff of smoke.

(Crap, am I going to get fired?)

On the way, thinking about what had just happened, Flora was a little tearful.

Heaven have mercy, when standing in front of the door, she vaguely sensed a murderous aura.

Considering that her body was gradually adapting now, she deployed her spiritual senses for exploration after a long absence.

As a result, she was surprised to find that in addition to the Crown Prince and his assistant, there were actually four experts hidden in the room, two of whom were mages!

Afraid that it was an assassination attempt, she had no choice but to barge in, but as soon as she stepped inside, she found that the murderous aura was all locked on her, while the Crown Prince and his assistant had hidden in the secret room of the room, spying on her every move.

Even if she was stupid, she could understand that this was a test against herself, so she didn’t close the door and silently retreated, to show her innocence.

Just in case, she also restrained her spiritual senses.

She thought the secret room had a secret passage leading to another place, but the two of them appeared from behind, giving her a big scare.

Because this meant that the Crown Prince was either continuing to test her, or had already judged that she had failed, so he wasn’t even pretending anymore.

Moreover, looking back, even if she did so much remedial work, the fact that she violated the old butler’s instructions and broke into the study could not be changed… She couldn’t help but worry about her future.

“Why did it take so long?”

Back in the dining room, the old butler who was waiting outside asked.

“Just now His Highness wasn’t there, and seeing that no one answered, I opened the door and broke in… I’m sorry.”

Flora pitifully lowered her head and admitted her mistake, adhering to her persona.

“You…”

The old butler couldn’t help but rub his forehead, then straightened his face and asked, “Did you touch anything inside?”

“No, I just took a look at the door, and then retreated outside.”

“Did you apologize to His Highness?”

“Yes.”

The old butler’s shoulders relaxed slightly, and his face looked better, saying,

“You responded well, leave the rest to me… But don’t do it again!”

Finally, seeing that Flora wanted to thank him, the old butler suddenly changed his face and scolded seriously.

“Yes!”

Flora quickly replied.

Before long, the black-haired, red-eyed boy came, and the old butler quickly stepped forward and bowed deeply.

“I’m sorry, Your Highness, it’s my lack of discipline. Please forgive her ignorance and rudeness.”

“Mm.”

The Crown Prince nodded lightly and walked into the dining room.

Although he still didn’t look at Flora, Flora was very clear that she had barely passed the test.

After that, with the help of the old butler, Flora completed some of the personal maid’s work very smoothly.

Although the remaining parts, such as helping to tidy up the Crown Prince’s bedroom, serving the Crown Prince’s bath, etc., were not yet her turn.

But she believed that as long as she continued to make her presence known in front of the Crown Prince and increased his trust in her, these jobs would fall into her hands sooner or later.

At that time, being near the water, the tower gets the moonlight first [1], relying on her unique and beautiful appearance, she wasn’t afraid that the Crown Prince wouldn’t fall under her pomegranate skirt [2]!

With expectations for tomorrow, Flora fell asleep happily.

Then, early the next morning, as soon as she left her room, she met the old butler waiting in front of the door –

“Flora Haggia, from today onwards, you will return to the status of an ordinary maid.”

[1] Near the water, the tower gets the moonlight first – a metaphor that means one is in an advantageous position to get something.

[2] Pomegranate skirt – a metaphor for the charm of a woman; to fall under one’s pomegranate skirt means to be infatuated with a woman.