Chapter 4

- ... Juliet Montagu! - Princess Priscilla shouted sharply.

Her face, at that moment, became brightly red with humiliation.

- Yeah, how dare you talk to me so arrogantly? Do you really believe that Duke Carlisle is so attached to you that he will turn a blind eye to your cheeky behavior?

- Yes.

- Ch... What did you say?

- Yes, that's right. I believe the Duke will turn a blind eye to it, so I'll act as I think it is necessary. - Juliet said with a charming smile on her lips, but her gaze remained cold.

Priscilla was shocked by her words. This was the first time a princess was so insulted and humiliated in crowded.

- Juliet Montagu! Even if you don't care about someone's favor, there are still boundaries that you shouldn't cross...!

Juliet did not respond as Priscilla expected, who enjoyed humiliating Duke Carlyle's mistresses.

But Juliet's words were not impressed at all, she remained completely calm and the expression of her face did not change at all throughout the conversation.

- I don't understand what you mean. I just answered the princess's courtesy.

- Yes, how dare you...!

Priscilla stared furiously at Juliet. She realized that her own tricks turned against her, but still did not want to accept the same disrespect.

- ... You'll pay for it!

Priscilla realized that this time she lost, so all she had to do in this situation was retreat.

- P-Princess!

Some ladies, not knowing how to react, rushed after Priscilla. Juliet watched their retracting backs, completely relaxed.

The reason for Priscilla's slight defeat was simple.

All Lennox Carlisle's previous mistresses were of low status and remained ignorant about the social rules of conduct. Frightened by Priscilla's high status, they had no choice but to run back to the Duke and complain. Or, worried that they might lose his affection, they remained silent.

None of these cases were applicable to Juliet.

"I thought she'd grab my hair."

"If she had done it, I'd answer her the same thing... but it all ended unexpectedly peacefully."

Juliet looked around. The remaining audience, struck by what had happened, turned away whenever her eyes met their eyes.

- Hmm! - She coughed slightly, and soon they broke up.

Juliet smiled widely, looking after their moving figures.

To tell the truth, people could mock and laugh at the Duke's mistresses as much as they wanted, because Lennox Carlisle was completely indifferent to them. In other words, it meant that Juliet could behave in society as she wanted, and he wouldn't blink his eye.

No one wanted to turn the Duke into their enemy, unless that man was too stupid.

But as it turned out, there was soon such a man.

It happened when Juliet was leaving the temple. A man waiting outside in the hallway furiously grabbed Juliet by the wrist.

- I heard that Duke Carlisle has a vulgar taste. And looking at you, I can now understand what these words meant.

Hearing his sarcastic comment, Juliet tried to free her hand from his grip, but could not, so she only measured him with a cold look.

- I don't understand what you're talking about, Count Caspera.

It was Count Casper, Princess Priscilla's fiancé.

- Ha! Maybe you want to find some excuse? - The Count asked, leaning closer to her. - Don't bother yourself. I've heard everything before.

What... What is he talking about?

There weren't as many visitors in the corridor as in the temple itself. But Count Caspera, noticing several people around him, lowered his voice and whispered:

- Tell me, what secret magic trick are you using?

Juliet was very surprised to hear his question. She's heard something vague about heretics before.

- There's no secret," Juliet said sighing quietly.

She's already guessing what the rumors are.

- Did you lure the Duke into a trap? Yeah?

He talked about vicious black magic.

Juliet frowned. The feeling of his finger stroking her wrist was disgusting.

- Or it's... Are your skillful actions with another part of his body?

Juliet easily read an open desire in Count Caspera's cloudy eyes.

She wasn't even surprised by it. This has happened to her several times in the North. Although it was a long time ago, everything was much more serious then than it is now. There were also men who looked at her frankly and lustfully.

"But what happened to them in the end?"

Juliet, suddenly thinking about this question, looked at the count in front of her. If you think about it, she didn't remember ever seeing men who dared to get closer to her.

- You think you're a real Duchess, don't you?

While Juliet's thoughts were wandering, the count seemed to dare even more. He must have thought she was scared.

- You must already understand what I'm talking about. Lennox Carlisle isn't that decent, so you'll be over when the Duke changes his mind. You know that, don't you?

- Oh, that's how you finally showed your true intentions.

Juliet raised her head.

- You ask me if I thought I'd ever become the Duke's wife?

Even thinking about it seemed strange to her. It was easier for her to understand, Princess Priscilla, than to think about it, because her desires were transparent and simple.

However, people like the princess who wanted to humiliate her were not close enough to her to have a personal dislike for her. And since they were afraid and despised Lennox Carlisle, they had no choice but to resort to bullying Juliet.

Duke Carlisle was scary, so it was easier to torture a helpless woman.

"Damn panties."

Juliet laughed at them deep down. They lacked the courage to ridicule Duke Carlyle directly, so they directed their anger at an easier target.

It seems that this count was also not delighted with the Duke of Carlisle as much as the others.

- And what are you going to do? Are you going to cry to the Duke? Huh? - Count Caspera noticed mockingly, although he seemed to know she wouldn't do it.

Juliet looked at him and asked:

- Count, are you jealous?

- What are you talking about?

- Oh, I'm so sorry. To the best of my knowledge, His Highness the Duke is not interested in people of the same sex as him.

- What are you doing...

Count Casper didn't immediately understand Juliet's words and just blinked stupidly.

- But if you're all counting on something, you'll have to sweat," Juliet looked him head to toe.

Only then did Caspera's face blush.

- Oh, my God, you're a crazy bitch...! - Count Casper cried out and already raised his hand to hit Juliet on the cheek when something unexpected happened.

People who watched what was happening from afar were confused by the events taking place. All they saw was the scene when the Count Caspera raised his hand furiously against Juliet Montagu.

However, a blue butterfly was flying in the air from this couple, but few people here paid attention to it.

And the next moment...

- Kuke!

With a loud sound, the Count Casper fell to the floor.

People couldn't believe what had just happened before their eyes.

Juliet, who was closest to him, came first to the Earl of Casper.

- Oh, Count? - Juliet asked in surprise.

At that moment, she looked like the most vulnerable and innocent creature in the world. Everyone saw that she didn't even touch the count with her finger.

It was obvious that the Count of Casper fell on his own.

- Oh, my God, are you okay? - Juliet kindly extended her hand to Count Casper.

From the outside, her gesture was like help, but...

- Aeuuuk!

With a frightened expression, the Count Caspera tried to crawl back. Juliet followed him with an indifferent expression on her face, as if she was going to help him rise, but when she caught up with him, she grabbed Count Casper by the breasts and leaned over.

- Count Casper," whispered her red lips in the man's ear, but so quiet that they wouldn't be heard by yawners. - Shut up and listen. If I were a count, I'd keep an eye on my tongue.

Despite the fact that Juliet's heel was soaking into the Count's right hand, he seemed too scared and shocked by what happened, so he even noticed it.

In fact, the Count didn't even understand what had happened to him. He was just trying to teach this bitch a lesson in good manners.

But suddenly a blue butterfly appeared and touched his forehead.

And, and...

Aghhhh.

The count had a hard time suppressing the moan. A few minutes ago, she ordered him to close his mouth, and he still couldn't talk because he was shaking with fear.

As soon as the bizarre blue butterfly touched the Count's forehead, the image of the most terrible and huge creature he could imagine arose from nowhere in his head.

- It's over this time, you understand that, don't you? But if you meet this "crazy bitch" next time and...

Saying this phrase, Juliet smiled coldly.

- ... Distrust her, you can become a man who jumps off the roof in the middle of the night, performing a magic trick.