Fucking shit! Fucking shit! How did he deduce that so easily? Am I being too obvious? What should I do? What should I do? System! Can the System help me? Oh my God, oh my God! System, heeelp!

PRINCE KYANITE WAS panicking inside. Zeeno continued staring at his eyes as if he could tell what was going on inside his brain if he kept looking.

The System popped up and Prince Kyanite almost breathed a sigh of relief.

【The System detected major trouble: possible identity disclosure. Please note that you are not allowed to disclose your real identity as Player No. 8 (Lazuli).】

‘Help me! Help me, System! I don’t want to die early!’

【Would you like to visit the System Shop?】

‘Stop asking me and just give me something!’

【Okay. … … Would you like to purchase a one-time-use Scenario Pusher for 30 points or unlock the lifetime Scenario Pusher Function for 500 points?】

‘Are you kidding me? I am gathering points for the Return Ticket! Give me the one-time-use only!’

【Purchase Successful. Current total accumulated score: 480. Activating one-time-use Scenario Pusher… … …】

“WHAT THE HECK?!”

Zeeno lost his balance and fell on top of Prince Kyanite after being alarmed by the voice of Crown Prince Wisteria. Prince Kyanite fell on his back; his boots bumped against Zeeno’s leg and knee. The crown on his hair seemed to whack his skull from the impact of the fall, leaving his vision hazy. Additionally, Zeeno had his face flat on Prince Kyanite’s chest; the grip of his hands loosened on the other’s shoulders.

Crown Prince Wisteria hopped across the small bridge and his white boots landed with a thud on the wooden floor of the Bamboo Pavilion. He quickly pulled Zeeno up and lightly threw him aside, and then knelt beside his younger cousin.

He gently tapped Prince Kyanite’s cheeks. “Cousin? Cousin, can you hear me?”

Prince Kyanite’s vision was still hazy, and his hearing seemed to buzz. There was no clarity in the perception of his five senses as of the moment.

“Cousin, do not close your eyes! Do not sleep! Listen to me! Listen to my voice, Kyanite!” Crown Prince Wisteria was frightened. He took off his white robe and let it fall onto the floor. Zeeno immediately picked it up, as well as Prince Kyanite’s folding fan. Crown Prince Wisteria lifted his cousin and rushed him to the infirmary.

Although his senses were deteriorating, the System was clear in Prince Kyanite’s view. He still managed to curse the System before falling into the darkness.

【Your familial relationship improved with a character (Crown Prince Wisteria of White Rose Palace). Bonus Points: +10. A character (Zeeno of White Rose Palace)’s suspicion increases. Penalty: -20.】

Go to hell, System.

THE TIME OF the celebration had come and Prince Kyanite was still unconscious in the infirmary. Zeeno never left Prince Kyanite’s side and, although keeping his presence in the Main Palace, Crown Prince Wisteria couldn’t shake off the worry for his younger cousin.

The footman took the names of the arriving guests and the butler who stood by the entrance announced as they stepped into the Main Palace.

“Their Majesties the King and Queen of Bleeding Heart Palace, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Evren, and Her Highness Princess Guirec.”

“Their Majesties the King and Queen of Cold Blood Palace, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Citrine, and Their Highnesses…”

Princess Leilani hid her laugh as she felt that their palace’s butler struggled to mention all the Cold Blood Palace’s Prince and Princess. Her eyes darted to her older brother and her expressions changed in a flash. She asked him what was bothering him, and Crown Prince Wisteria sighed deeply. “He is still not awake.”

Just then, their butler finished the names of the Cold Blood Palace’s royalties. Princess Leilani’s brows furrowed and her light gold eyes blinked a few times. Confusion etched her face as she asked, “Brother, did I or did I not mistake hearing the name of Prince Chalcedony?”

Crown Prince Wisteria tensed upon hearing her question. His fists clenched and his expressions became unreadable. All these vanished into thin air as the butler announced, “His Majesty the King of Yellow Bell Palace and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Bowie.”

The bright blue eyes met the other’s steel-gray orbs. The two Crown Princes stared at each other before King Aurelius nudged his son to move. Crown Prince Bowie apologized to his father and proceeded to a seat in the Banquet Hall.

“Where is he?!” The voice of King Iolite echoed through the hall as he questioned Crown Prince Citrine. Everyone’s eyes traveled in their direction.

“Father, please lower your voice,” Crown Prince Citrine began. “Ten was here, yet he disappeared. He probably left when the Yellow Bell Palace was announced. I was focused on the incoming guests so I did not notice his departure. I deeply apologize for this inattentiveness, Father.”

Crown Prince Wisteria’s face paled; his pupils shrunk; his lips trembled. Without saying a word, he dashed out of the Main Palace through the back exit.

He arrived in front of the wide-open infirmary, and his heart rapidly pounded in his chest. Crown Prince Wisteria’s face darkened and slammed the heel of his boot on the floor, shouting, “CHALCEDONY!”

Prince Chalcedony, in the guise of a White Rose Palace doctor, faced him. He scratched his ear and said, “You are being noisy, Your Royal Highness.”

Crown Prince Wisteria grabbed his collar and hissed, “What did you do to my cousin?”

“Easy, easy.” Prince Chalcedony lightly pushed his hands away. “Although I did do something, it is not the kind of evil you are imagining. In fact, I am being kind.”

“What is it?”

The vampire smirked and brushed their shoulders as he walked past him. The Crown Prince followed his average figure with his eyes; his fists clenched, shaking. Prince Chalcedony stopped by the open door and without turning his head, he gazed his eyes sidewise. He replied with a sentence, and, in a blink of an eye, with his superhuman speed, he was out of sight.

He was gone. Just like that.

Crown Prince Wisteria’s body trembled, and he fell on his butt. He turned to the white bed and with both hands, he held Prince Kyanite’s one. Fear filled him to the extent of losing his consciousness just by thinking about Prince Chalcedony’s words.

“I made him drink a few drops of my blood.”