Reincarnated As My Husband's Mistress-Chapter 18: [] I’m here for the job interview, ma’am.

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Roardnes, sprawled out in the morning sunlight, looked like a sculpted statue. Clearly, the prince had passed out from drinking in front of the dungeon.

"The resume?"

"I'm still thinking about it."

"You're still thinking about it?"

Neil, glaring at the self-assertive chest muscles peeking out from the open shirt, spoke gruffly. It was hard to get used to a master who acted like a madman one moment and asked about an absurd Elacon language tutoring resume the next, right after waking up.

"I used to receive resumes every day, but it's not easy to send out a resume in Your Highness's name. Should I use the imperial seal, or one of Your Highness's many titles...?"

"Just send it as if you were a commoner."

As if hit by a terrible hangover, Roardnes sat up and wrinkled his handsome brow. Despite the black, evil-looking monster's blood splattered nearby, his eyes shone with an icy glare. Roardnes picked up the sword, sheathed it, and glanced around. Considering his usual distaste for dirty sleeping places, it was no different from sleeping in a stable.

"...What do you put in the experience section? That you got perfect scores in all your Elacon language classes at the academy?"

"You know the answer, so why keep asking annoyingly."

Shaking his head in annoyance, Roardnes' face finally twisted into a look of irritation, and Neil, who was already on edge, mustered his courage.

"So you mean to say that even though you're a commoner, you should say you graduated from the academy? And that you got top grades at the Royal Academy, which only the royals attend. That's a bit too impressive for a tutor who teaches a noblewoman's hobby..."

Roardnes stopped his childish behavior and looked down at Neil. Neil, lamenting that his mouth was becoming like his master's, handed over the resume he had prepared.

"You must have written it well, but you're being sarcastic."

Having seen blood the day before, Roardnes didn't kick him or curse at him. Instead, he roughly folded the paper that Neil had spent all night working on and handed it back.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!"

From far away, Vicente came running out of breath. Roardnes, who usually held his chin up arrogantly, looked down at the piece of paper Vicente had brought. Soon, his handsome face crumpled completely.

"...A memorial?"

"I heard that His Highness, the Crown Prince, seems to be leaving the palace this morning, so I looked into it..."

"He's acting out of character."

Muttering coldly, Roardnes tore the invitation to shreds.

"Your Highness!"

"You borrowed it, so..."

Vicente looked pale and desperate as he reached out his hand in vain. But when Roardnes put on the jacket he had thrown far away, he was even more surprised.

"Where are you going?"

"To ruin the party."

"What?!"

"Even though you weren't invited, and it's not a place to laugh and chat, but a memorial for the deceased...!"

"What does it matter?"

Roardnes casually stuffed the resume he was about to give to Neil into his shirt pocket. He then lifted the corner of his lips, revealing a bright smile at his dumbfounded aides.

"Don't people call those who don't care about such things troublemakers?"

Roardnes stared into the distance as if reminiscing about something. While I still stared at him dumbfounded, the carriage sped out of the entrance to the Duke's mansion, crossing its vast garden. Then it raced madly along the endless, dense vine forest path.

'How did this man come to this memorial?'

I had heard rumors that the Crown Prince had attended this meaningless event on behalf of the royal family. After all, Noah was a prominent member of the Crown Prince's faction.

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'Could it be that he really came to see my corpse?'

Even though the carriage was jolting violently, Roardnes' large body didn't move at all. It felt like only I was being shaken. Surprised and curious, I decided to speak to him first.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

"...For what?"

After a long pause, the statue-like figure finally replied.

"For saving me from the maids earlier."

"Can I ask why you were doing that?"

His rigid expression and subtle look. It was as if he was genuinely curious. I shook my head, forcing a small smile.

"No."

I answered firmly. I couldn't tell him what I couldn't even tell Noah. Remembering the cold treatment I received from them during my time as the Duchess, and the death that followed, I couldn't say anything. If I did, I would probably be treated like a crazy woman.

"Alright."

Despite his polite tone, his posture remained terribly awkward. I was trying to figure out what to say as an excuse, but fortunately, he didn't ask anything else. His perfectly shaped lips were tightly closed as if they would never open, and the silence was no longer heavy. However, a greater tension was steadily expanding in my heart.

'A childhood sweetheart. Are you here to see the corpse of that childhood sweetheart?'

'I knew her first, and I cared about her first.'

After Noah left, and only this prince remained, the conversation I had with Noah earlier gnawed at my heart. Why did I have no memory of him at all?

'Am I that person to him?'

When I glanced at him, the prince, who was still sitting awkwardly, was looking down at me arrogantly. I could feel my face turning red.

'Where did he see me?'

I felt an impulsive urge to jump out of the carriage. The carriage, which had been speeding rapidly, began to slow down and move at its usual pace. Inside the slightly darkened carriage, his eyes shone like a beast's.

"There's no way I could forget someone with such bright, sculpted teeth like that..."

He stared at me without changing his expression, even as I glanced at him. I straightened my posture, conscious of his gaze. He stared into my eyes for a long time before opening his mouth heavily.

"Did you hear everything I said to the Duke earlier?"

Feeling like he had caught me mulling over that conversation, I flinched slightly.

"...A little."

"Then I'll be quick."

As the carriage entered the central square of the capital, the outside lights began to shine inside. When the light fell on Roardnes's face, he sparkled like a jewel-encrusted statue. His eyes were so bright that I squinted slightly. Taking that as a sign for me to continue, his thick Adam's apple bobbed noticeably.

"I want to hold your hand."

"What? What do you mean...?"

"Have you thought about what you want me to help you with?"

This man had clearly said I was his first love. Then it made a little sense why he had cried so much at the cemetery, why he had searched for me even to the Count's manor, and why he had danced with me at the victory celebration. Although I had no memory of him at all, I could understand it a little if I assumed that I might be his 'first love'. It might be a cowardly thought. The truth is, in this body of Blier, I needed help from someone. Just because I was physically sound didn't mean I could do everything. A divorce. A direct royal family member who could approve the divorce. A prince who seemed to be on bad terms with Noah. A man who seemed to have positive feelings for the original 'me'. Gulp. Inside the carriage, where the dim gaslight seeped in, the man in front of me, with his face bathed in both shadow and light, was the epitome of a dangerous temptation. I didn't know what the cost would be, but if I took his hand, I would definitely get what I needed.

"A divorce..."

"..."

"I want to divorce Count Acacia and escape Noah's influence."

"Your goal?"

"...I don't want to be his mistress anymore. And I want him to be very sad."

Saying that I wanted Noah to be sad was to sway Roardnes a little more. It was true, but it wasn't something I needed to say. If 'Adriene' was his first love, then he wouldn't like Noah, who had married his first love, or his secret mistress. It wasn't something a mistress of his, Blier, should say, but I didn't think he would dislike it, as I wanted to escape him and get back at him. His half-open eyes slowly wandered over my face. I felt a strange and erotic sensation as if an invisible, wet tongue was licking all over my body. I was breathless in a different way than before.

'I knew her first, and I cared about her first.'

Those words kept echoing in my ears strangely. Grasping my strangely pounding heart, I opened my mouth again.

"I want to betray you when you're completely at ease with me being your person. I've already finished talking with Count Acacia..."

"It seems I, a direct member of the royal family, will be necessary."

He muttered to himself with a low sigh.

"Will that be enough?"

I slowly nodded.

"Yes, Your Highness. What do you need?"

When I answered without hesitation, Roardnes seemed a little flustered, tapping his seat with his fingers. It seemed that he was a little taken aback that I knew all too well that this wasn't a free favor. I had only ever seen him arrogant and relaxed, so this side of him was a little unfamiliar. With another sigh, a low voice filled the carriage.

"While I help you achieve what you want, I want to achieve one thing I want."

"...What is it?"

Our eyes met. His face was set with determination. Then he said.

"Please help me confirm Adriene's body."

"!"

"And..."

He took out a crumpled piece of paper from his bosom. Stunned, I took it and unfolded it.

"!"

[Elacon Language Tutor Application]

"I've come for the interview, Madam."

Looking at the application in front of me, I lifted my dazed face, and the man, who had completely erased his earlier tense expression, was smiling with one corner of his mouth.

"It seems like I need help with this too."

Although his mouth was smiling, his face was a little cold, as if he could throw me into hell at any moment. It was as if he had come here to interview me from the very beginning.

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