I Have No Intention Of Training The Male Leads - Chapter 21 Part 4

“Inform me of your schedule for today, and I will arrange additional security.”

“I’d like to visit the food market in the old town district.”

“I understand.”

“I heard there’s an old restaurant deeper inside that’s known for its seafood dishes.”

“Ah, yes. I know the place. It’s called Twin Pearls. The chef is from a port city.”

“And south of there, there’s a street lined with small publishing houses, isn’t there?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The streets Edward was describing were starting to sound familiar. Eve nodded calmly, engraving his itinerary in her mind. 

“And if you go past the publishing houses and turn onto Luke Street, there’s a two-story house with a green roof a few blocks down.”

“Yes, Your Majes… What?”

“I hear the dog they’re raising there is quite large.”

Eve buried her face in her hands, groaning. 

“…I’ll send someone ahead to make preparations, Your Majesty.”

“I’m counting on you.”

The knights, observing their cryptic conversation, maintained their stoic expressions, but couldn’t help but feel bewildered.

“Perhaps we could stop by the grand plaza on our way there and admire the fountain?”

“That’s not a bad idea.”

Now that he mentioned it, it had been a while since she had invited him to her house. She vaguely remembered hearing that William had visited the palace a week ago. Eve assumed they had probably argued about something.

Leaving Edward to finish changing, Eve stepped out of the dressing room. As she mentally mapped out the route from the palace to her house and the list of knights she would need to deploy, she sent a page with instructions.

A short while later, Eve and Edward boarded the carriage. Sharing her commute with her boss was an excruciating experience, but she masked her true feelings and acted maturely, playing the role of a tour guide as they visited the bustling streets of Central City and the historical district of the old town.

Technically, Edward was the one born and raised in the capital, but having been confined to the palace walls his entire life, like a ?caged animal?, as he had put it, his knowledge of the city extended only to the palace grounds, certain areas of West Plumen, and the imperial estates.

“I’d like to visit the east side of the river next time.”

“Don’t give the guards a heart attack, Your Majesty.”

“I should have waited to eliminate the beastmen gangs. I feel like I could conquer my own homeland right now.”

“Please, stop with the nonsense. Just finish your ice cream.”

Edward scooped up a spoonful of ice cream from the small, disposable paper cup with a tiny plastic spoon. He twirled the waterproof cup in his hand, his demeanor surprisingly innocent.

“I’ve never experienced living outside the palace walls. So many things have changed.”

“Takeout seems to be quite popular these days.”

“Take… what?”

“Here, try this.”

To distract him, Eve scooped up a spoonful of her lemon sorbet and shoved it into his mouth.

Edward’s face contorted as the tart flavor hit his taste buds. Eve chuckled, knowing he had a weak spot for sour things.

“Don’t spit it out. Swallow it. Good boy.”

The soul bound to her will forced his throat to swallow the unpleasant substance. Edward licked the roof of his mouth, trying to get rid of the lingering sourness, and glared at her playfully.

“That’s mean. You might as well poison me.”

“It’s because you’re old. Your taste buds are deteriorating, that’s why you hate sour things.”

“Technically, my body is still in its thirties.”

“But your soul is almost a hundred years old.”

“You’re one to talk.”

His blue eyes crinkled, almost disappearing behind his long, golden lashes. He took a scoop of his chocolate ice cream, attempting to cleanse his palate.

Meanwhile, the carriage arrived at their final destination – Eve’s mansion. It was located in a middle-class neighborhood, with no designated parking space for carriages. The carriage stopped on the street in front of her house, and Eve stepped out first, offering Edward her hand.

He accepted her hand without hesitation and stepped out of the carriage. Approaching the knight dressed in a coachman’s uniform, who had been driving the carriage, Eve instructed him to station guards only outside the perimeter of her house to avoid interfering with His Majesty’s ‘commoner experience.’ She then reminded him to collect a receipt for the carriage parking fee to be reimbursed from the imperial funds.

Once he entered her house, knights dressed in plain clothes would be deployed around the neighborhood, disguised as ordinary citizens. Eve glanced at the source of all this trouble, smiling sweetly in front of the carriage, the man who had forced countless knights to work overtime, and smiled back at him.

“Right this way, Your Majesty.”

“Hm. I’m quite curious to see what a ?commoner?’s house looks like.”

‘Did he hear that, too?’

Eve grimaced, watching him effortlessly eavesdrop on her muttered comment and turn it into a teasing remark.

The maids, having been alerted by the page Eve had sent, were ready to receive their distinguished guest.

However, what she hadn’t anticipated was that Castel was still at her house.

“Uh… Sir Castel… What are you still doing here?”

“I was waiting to greet His Majesty.”

‘No! I told you he was coming so you could leave…! Oh, for goodness’ sake!’

After Edward was bound to her will, the ministers, the Chairman of the Privy Council, the senators, and the Royal Guards, especially those who frequently interacted with him, became the main targets of his verbal abuse and frustration.

The members of the House of Lords, who had vehemently opposed Edward’s decision to appoint Amelia as his heir after he presented them with the diagnosis confirming his ?infertility?, were now gritting their teeth, thinking it would be better for their sanity to just let Princess Amelia ascend the throne as soon as possible and shove the Emperor into retirement.

And the person who endured the brunt of Edward’s abuse was, without a doubt, the steely knight standing before her. It was blatant harassment.

However, Castel’s mental fortitude was so strong that he simply shrugged off the insults and nitpicking, his expression unchanging, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

His unwavering loyalty was admirable, but it was also incredibly awkward to witness. Eve had been trying to subtly shoo him away, but he seemed oblivious to her intentions.

Edward, however, had caught on to her intentions. He observed Eve, who had buried her face in her hands, a sly smile spreading across his lips, and grabbed her arm.

“Show me the dog, Eve.”

“Why do you even want to see him?”

“The Alpha of Sidus was quite notorious. I have to see for myself how such a man could be reduced to a mere house pet.”

“Just look with your eyes and don’t you dare harass him. He gets anxious whenever he sees William.”