Princess's Struggle for Survival-Chapter 206: Pleasure of Alistair

As a matter of fact, the news that Charlotte might be developing a new type of magic-powered device was not only spreading among the noble circles in the Capital, but also attracting the attention of some nobles far away from the imperial capital who were always watching the political changes.

Listening to the servants’ report, Alistair kept tapping his fingers on the chair, his gloomy face hidden in the shadows, only his shoes and trouser legs exposed to the light, the whole person seemed to be covered with a layer of gray.

When he heard that Astrid had recently stayed at Charlotte’s manor and often went in and out of the temporary magic workshop, the second prince’s lips slightly raised, and then he waved his hand to let the servants leave.

When there was no one around, Alistair took a sip of red wine, and the smile on his face could not be suppressed.

He was a little surprised when he heard that Astrid and Charlotte had successfully repaired their relationship.

He thought that the former had finally opened up and knew how to use the emperor’s favor and the relationship left by her parents to earn political chips for herself, becoming a big help for the eldest prince on the road to the throne, and could also rely on this power to protect herself in the future.

Now it seems that the fool is still a fool. He obviously wanted to take sides, but he didn’t even know the current focus of Lucas’s efforts.

Blindly flattering Charlotte would only lead other nobles to think that the eldest prince was on the side of the reformists, losing his natural advantage as the crown prince.

If he remembered correctly, the Duke Cassian was one of the nobles who opposed the popularization of magic-powered devices.

He believed that these high-magic devices driven by elemental crystals were substitutes for some servants and were luxuries that should only be enjoyed by nobles, and he was closest to Lucas.

"I really don’t know how my dear brother will deal with this troublesome sister."

Alistair muttered to himself, turned around and pulled out a book from the bookshelf, and with a heavy click, a secret room was revealed behind the bookshelf.

The man walked down the steps step by step, and the candles on both sides reflected his long and thin shadow.

It was fine that Astrid didn’t understand the situation, but he didn’t believe that Lucas didn’t know that the emergence of two different voices in the same faction often meant that they were about to fall apart.

When he came to the end of the corridor, a blood-stained black figure was fixed on a tilted round plate.

Alistair picked up the small knife on the table next to him, and his eyes carefully looked at the man’s exposed arm, rubbing it with his hand, looking for the veins and smooth and natural muscle lines hidden under the skin.

"Let’s wait and see who will sit in that position and who will become a stray dog on the street that no one cares about."

The blade cut through the skin with a sound like tearing cloth, and the person lying on the round plate moaned weakly, as if his throat had been hoarse from long-term torture.

Alistair looked at the blood that quickly seeped out, his eyes full of gloom and cruelty.

This was one of his ways to relax under pressure. Every time he heard the sharp object cut through the flesh, and then saw the bright red flowers blooming on the strong limbs, some indescribable pleasure made every organ in his body cheer.

Unable to help but find two good positions and cut a few more times, Alistair’s expression gradually became crazy, and his originally handsome face became extremely distorted under the influence of his facial features.

In addition to Lucas, there were also those nobles who relied on their status to be high and mighty. He would pay back the humiliation these people brought to him one by one.

As the second prince of the empire, when did he need to make concessions in such a low voice.

After venting in the secret room, Alistair washed the blood from his fingers with water magic, and when he saw the gorgeous clothes stained with a little scarlet, his brows immediately frowned in disgust.

Only the blood that had just gushed out could make him happy. This kind of solidified and dried black and red liquid... was disgusting...

Disgustedly throwing the clothes aside, Alistair returned to the room and changed into a clean robe, letting the wind blow away the blood, and his facial expression had returned to calm, no longer ferocious.

Next, he was going to meet the youngest son of the Duke Thomas to talk about the mining of the mineral veins.

On the surface, this mineral vein that crossed the fiefs of the two dukes was a conflict between the Duke Thomas and the Duke Cassian, but in fact, it was also a contest between Alistair and Lucas. Neither of them wanted to fall behind.

.......

On the other hand, in the misty bathtub, Lyra’s ears were hot and her face was red. She clenched her hands and forced her eyes not to look around.

Her blue eyes reflected the rose petals on the water, her heart was pounding, and her white and tender legs under the water subconsciously curled up.

What happened just now... how did the situation become like this...

Opposite the pink-haired maid, a stunningly beautiful girl with silver hair and red eyes sat naked in the bathtub, her soft and delicate body mostly hidden under the water, a few drops of water hanging on her delicate and slender collarbone, like flowers with morning dew.

A quarter of an hour ago, Astrid proposed to go to the bathtub to take a bath. As a maid, Lyra naturally had to follow to serve.

However, at first, Lyra thought that the so-called service was just to help Astrid prepare the clothes to be changed and cook a cup of tea to drink after the bath. The whole process was similar to that in the imperial palace.

When she arrived at the place, Lyra realized that Astrid’s so-called service was to let her enter the bath together.

After all, the meaning of a close maid was to take care of the master’s daily life at all times, strictly speaking, including more private matters such as bathing and sleeping.

Wearing a maid’s uniform into the bathtub would be easily wet by the water vapor in the bathtub.

At that time, the light maid’s dress and the smooth white stockings would stick to the body.

Not to mention whether she could serve well, if it were other heterosexual nobles, it could be said that the bad maid was seducing the master.

However, from the result, it seems that there is not much difference from the last time when she took off all her clothes and entered the bath with the master.

Thinking of this, Lyra hugged her legs. Because she was in a shallow position, this posture would expose the girl’s smooth and round knees to the water.

Feeling that something else would be exposed with the movement, Lyra carefully leaned her body back, and the hot water immediately passed over the roundness and stopped at a finger’s length below her neck.

Because the magic potion that could speed up the recovery of mental power was added, the water in the bathtub was not completely clear, but slightly light green. If you didn’t look carefully, you couldn’t see the human body under the water.

Astrid looked at Lyra who was almost shrinking into a ball, gently picked up the black tea on the steps behind her, took a small sip, and then put down the teacup and said. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"Are you nervous, Lyra?"

This kind of bathtub is very popular among both nobles and commoners, but the former relies on fire elemental crystals for heating, and the scale is relatively small, while the latter relies on manual fire, because it is not as private as the nobles, but is open to the public for a fee, so the capacity is much larger when built.

Seeing that Lyra was so nervous as if she had never been here, Astrid couldn’t help but be curious about her past life, although most of the original plot was carried out from Lyra’s perspective, the fast narrative rhythm of the novel led to the fact that the heroine of destiny had a lot of blanks in her daily life.

She naturally went to the bathroom in her room and went to the bathtub to take a bath, and naturally, the author omitted them all.

"Yes." Lyra nodded, her snow-white chin touching the water and causing ripples.

On the one hand, such a large bathtub was only available in the city, and the village girls generally could not come into contact with it. On the other hand, she was indeed not used to taking a bath with others.

For Lyra, everyone took off their clothes and took a bath in a large pool together. Even if they were all of the same sex, it would feel very shy.

Astrid was a little surprised when she heard this, but soon she understood why.

In her previous life, she didn’t like to go to the bathhouse, and at this time, Lyra’s living conditions were not up to that level.

It was the first time... no wonder she was so shy...