Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 828 - 154:

The man in the black cloak said, "Red wine braised meat."

Shortly after, a dignified young man entered the room accompanied by the restaurant manager.

"Hey, Prince, just arrived, huh? I've been waiting for you for a while."

???

The way Other Shore greeted him instantly left Ilya and the man in the black cloak dumbfounded, and even the manager behind the young man was petrified on the spot.

No kneeling in salute, not even bothering to stand up—Other Shore, holding the menu, merely glanced at the young man before returning his gaze to the menu.

Throughout the Imperial Capital, they couldn't think of anyone daring enough to greet the flourishing Eldest Prince in such a manner; even his siblings had to perform noble etiquette when meeting him.

Even the Eldest Prince himself was stunned, clenching his fists, his face alternating between pale and flushed.

"Good day, Your Highness."

In response, after being dazed for a while, Ilya quickly stood up and performed a standard courtly noble salute, and the man in the black cloak promptly welcomed the Eldest Prince to sit. He could see that the Eldest Prince's impression of Other Shore was already extremely poor, as his leading position in the contest for the throne made him the target for flattery from nearly all nobles in the Imperial Capital, fostering his vanity and anger-prone character.

Those who inadvertently displeased the Eldest Prince during conversations often faced trouble shortly afterwards.

But this red-haired woman was the ally they currently needed to attract.

Ilya and the man in the black cloak desperately gave Other Shore meaningful looks, hoping she would come to her senses and respectfully salute the Prince with her lowly status; kneeling on one knee would not be excessive.

Other Shore sensed the odd atmosphere in the room and the fervent gazes from the two, first appearing thoughtful, then under their watchful eyes... she crossed her legs.

The Prince's face grew even darker.

This Prince... seems to have quite a temper.

But it's not surprising; it's said he's a strong contender for the throne, and spoiled Royal Family members during Julius's reign were not rare. Comparatively, she preferred Princess Sophia's vivacious and approachable nature, who now wholeheartedly indulges in film arts, and even enrolled in Professor Ba's Art Theory course this year, becoming a pillar of the Imperial Capital's film industry alongside Mr. J.K. Forest.

Sophia not only lacks any princess airs but is eager to learn without fearing to ask questions.

For instance, not long ago during Other Shore's freeloading in the Royal Palace, Sophia often came alone to consult her about combat techniques.

Of course, the lively and cute Princess Sophia also had enemies.

She hoped to follow Other Shore and learn forbidden techniques like "Millennium Murder," aiming to defeat her adversary in subsequent battles.

Indeed, it was Miss Ave, who often caused her to be grounded by Queen Margaret.

Whenever discussing her and Ave's enmity, Sophia always spoke with a face full of weariness, saying, "Such is the heir rivalry."

Other Shore didn't know the aftermath of Sophia and Ave's duel, but soon after Sophia mastered the Millennium Murder for a few days, a new cabinet issued a new law—prohibiting the spread of indecent methods, starting with the Millennium Murder, for the sake of public morality. If it caused any harm afterwards, the spreaders would face equal charges.

Other Shore recalled Sophia's determined demeanor during their practice, then glanced at the Eldest Prince across from her, whose face looked as if he had just been "Millennium Murdered" on the way.

The Crown Prince of the Silver Radiance Empire certainly wasn't adorable at all. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

However, her temper was generally good; under his fierce gaze, she relented and passed the menu to the Prince, "Alright, alright, here you go, you choose."

That's completely not the issue!

Ilya and the man in the black cloak felt hopeless.

Due to Other Shore's greeting method, the room's atmosphere had dropped to freezing point since the Prince sat down, leaving Ilya feeling uneasy; the prevailing low pressure made her unsure how to start the conversation, the Prince clearly being in a foul mood.

Endurance!

It's all this off-the-wall woman's fault!

Ilya endured until every dish was served, and when high-end red wine was placed on the table, she finally saw a glimmer of hope. She gestured for the manager to pour wine for everyone, then watched Other Shore with eyes almost emitting laser beams.

As the saying goes, the one who ties the knot must untie it; she hoped Other Shore could understand her hint and voluntarily toast the Prince to alleviate the dining atmosphere.

Such a hassle.

Other Shore held her head; that's why she disliked dining with these spoiled brats. His unpleasant expression reduced the appeal of the meal by 9 percentage points.

The man in the black cloak kept hinting at her—yes, exactly, flatter the Prince a bit and just let the matter slide.

Hey!

Such a brat!

Other Shore raised her glass, "Prince, thank you for your hospitality today. I've heard a bit about your reputation, and heard you're quite loyal and sentimental, if anything arises, feel free to speak."

Where did you come from, a mafia queen?!

The dining atmosphere became even more suffocating.

Ilya and the man in the black cloak's eyes went instantly dark.

They could sense the Prince was on the verge of storming out.

Other Shore disregarded the Prince's reaction; she drank the wine in her cup in one go. By now, she had a clear conscience, the previous toast had given plenty of face to the Prince, usually when dining with Old Sen and others, the conversation rarely went beyond this. As for the thoughts of this spoiled brat, she couldn't care less.

After all, her main purpose today was to savor the cuisine from this restaurant reputed to be the best in the Imperial Capital.

Other Shore directed her attention to the exquisite dishes presented on the table; she didn't want any more interruptions, ready to enjoy the time soon belonging exclusively to her.

"...Well, then."

The man in the black cloak, seeing the situation as it was, had to step forward himself; he understood now, that Other Shore was impervious to advice. Expecting her to suddenly get enlightened and grasp noble interaction etiquette was unrealistic, he thus resorted to talking business to try and ease the tension at the table.

"Miss Red Hair, to be frank, the reason we invited you today is to request your help for a certain matter."

"Go on."

"Her Highness the Third Princess now has two mysterious outsiders by her side. You've probably heard of the recent rumors of a Witch appearing in the Imperial Capital; as her elder brother, His Highness the Prince is very concerned for her safety, hence we wish to ask you to secretly investigate the identity of those two outsiders."

The man in the black cloak paused at this.

Despite the wild atmosphere of the meeting, this identifier matter couldn't be sloppy.

Getting rid of those two outsiders would prove Other Shore's capabilities; even if she was somewhat... unconventional, the Prince might tolerate it.

"If the rumors are proven false, naturally all the better. But if true, with a Witch infiltrating the Royal Palace endangering Her Highness the Third Princess's safety, we rely on you to eliminate them."

"No need for investigation."

Other Shore waved boastfully, "The rumors are true."

Once those words fell, the table sank into a silence again, even the Prince who had been sulking threw an intrigued glance.

"If you mean that white-haired woman; yes, she is indeed a Witch."

...

"Miss Red Hair... you know her?"

Such was a breakthrough development; Ilya hurriedly asked, not expecting Other Shore to speak with certainty about the white-haired woman's identity.

"Of course."

Other Shore said, "She's an indomitably dangerous figure; if you make a move against her, you don't have enough lives to cover the losses."

"What... is her origin?"

The man in the black cloak's face became solemn.

"Lindong Witch."

Other Shore stated, "A name that makes the entire nation shudder in fear."