Please Be Patient, Grand Duke - Chapter 78-1

“Today is a good day. A good day for horseback riding.”

A maid came behind Wade to put his vest and jacket on and then polished his shoes.

Wade stood in front of the mirror, fondled his hair as he asked Claude, who was looking out the window.

“Grand Duke, is Sir Canillian here yet?”

“There was an explosion so he’ll arrive soon,” Claude replied.

“I see. But why was he there? We found out how the anarchists were leeching on but Rosina said the woman was quite a tailor.”

Claude was called upon by the prince early in the morning. It was due to the Emperor waking up unusually late, who had heart problems for a few years. But the Emperor had no health issues. It was Wade’s way of getting Claude Kieran and Canilla in.

“I found out randomly. I just happened to find their trace where I went to get a woman’s dress fit.”

The Prince didn’t seem to plan on asking more as he changed the subject quickly.

“So… You’re going back to Del Casa?”

“I won’t be able to see you for a long time when I go back this time. Let’s go on a grand tour while we’re at it. Apparently there’s a mysterious country on a peninsula in East Asia.”

Wade chuckled like he was sad to see him go as he was picking up a thin paddle.

The Prince was having PTSD. He was having insomnia and nightmares. He wasn’t different from many soldiers, who were suffering the same thing after they went back home after the war.

“You don’t have to worry about my mental health, Grand Duke. Anyways, since when did you become so close with Canillian Vale?”

As expected, was this all a build up for that question?

Claude put his hands behind his back and turned towards Wade. There was a rare sunshine-like smile on his perfectly shaped face.

“Probably the first time I fell for her.”

Wade was nodding but then he frowned and asked back.

“Her?”

“You knew already. That Canillian is a lady.”

“Huh!”

“You can’t deceive me.”

Wade shrugged and laughed like he acknowledged the statement. Then he came to Claude.

“There was no smell of man from Canillian. Her body and face was such my style I was surprised.”

“It would’ve been better if it wasn’t,” said Claude.

“Don’t be like that. It’s going to be a hard journey even without me,” Wade replied.

“You mean persuading her mother?”

“Many suitable ladies are challenging that spot.”

“I already proposed,” informed  Claude.

“Oh my. Seems like the spot is already taken.”

Claude liked that.

Over Wade’s shoulders, a car could be seen coming into the Prince’s palace with the Marquis’s symbol on it.

Claude squinted as he saw the car. It was the first time he was meeting Kieran since the Marchioness pointed Canillia as the culprit. He was especially unsatisfied as Wade made them meet by force.

He was pretending he was calm, but in reality his mind was full of Canilia, who said she was going to see Angel. He fretted whether she was attacked on her way there or something happened to her car on her way back, or something happened in the hospital where Angel was. All needless worries.

As he told her his worry as she was about to leave, Canillia looked at him like it was very random.

“I’m not a portrait.”

She hit the point. He was only thinking about locking her up in his embrace and finally let go after hearing this.

“Ian Sergio is coming.”

Wade’s tone was calm.

Claude, who was looking out the window to see the trace of Canillia, squinted.

“Is it an official visit?” he asked.

“Not to visit the royals. To visit Marquis Vale. And I hear that a lady who will become my wife will also come.”

“His intention is too obvious.”

“The invitation arrived from the Marquis’s place. It came to me first so next will be you. It might be a good way to recover their face that was ruined by the diamond incident.”

“Probably. She lowered her tail before we publicized the perjury.”

Claude clapped at the Marchioness recovery.

He already found out through Shannon that Donan, a loyal subject of Anastasia Vale, contacted the anarchists. It was her way of asking to spare her as well as destroying the noble’s honor. For a high class mistress of the Vale family to contact the treasonous group to bring down a bastard. She couldn’t have been more foolish. Also, their crime was to fulfill their greed, so it wasn’t a reasonable ideology that the anarchists could use.

They were claiming the end of the class while hunting the nobles and they weren’t shy on being violent against the royals that were putting Louvre down. Is it right to really call them anarchists?

Maybe they needed the shell of being anarchists to justify themselves.

Kieran got out of the car, kissed Rosina’s hand and looked up. The man with the same eye color as Canillia’s eyes saw Claude and smiled bitterly.

Claude saw the car carrying Canillia from afar and put on his leather gloves.

“Let’s go down.”