Chapter 50

“I, your loyal servant, will personally feed you so that the Princess can enjoy her dinner in peace.”

It had been a very long time.

Since her fiancé had offered to feed her.

Even if we exclude the strawberry ice cream he fed her most recently, since that was dessert and not a meal.

The first time Albert had fed her by hand was when they first met, so by that measure, it had been almost three years.

– Of course, it’s nothing. Why would I care what you think?

Back then, it had happened because of her provocation.

“Your loyal servant is diligently cutting the meat. Please wait a little.”

“…”

Now, it was surprising, if anything, that her fiancé was doing this to tease her.

“…I never ordered my servant to feed me.”

She stared blankly at her fiancé, who was preparing the food for her to eat.

Albert’s actions were hard to understand.

She had never asked him to feed her… In fact, she hadn’t even brought up the topic of food.

“A truly excellent servant handles things before the master even asks.”

“…”

It wasn’t the first time her fiancé had done something incomprehensible.

But why was he going out of his way to do something that would tire both of them?

“Everything’s ready.”

The announcement that all preparations were complete.

The exquisite food prepared by the Valencia Duchy’s chef had been made ready to eat by Albert’s hands.

Now, all that was left was for it to enter the master’s mouth.

And that master was none other than her.

The self-proclaimed loyal servant, who knew that fact better than anyone else.

“Ah, go ahead.”

He made the demand to her more boldly than anyone else in the world.

Just open your mouth.

If you just open your mouth, I’ll feed you right away, so just open your mouth.

What she heard was the simple sentence, “Ah, go ahead.” But the hidden meaning behind it was all too clear.

How had things come to this?

Just this morning, she had been in the best mood.

Even when she told Albert to live as her servant for the day, she had been filled with joy.

Even after that, she had been in control of her relationship with her fiancé for the first time in a while.

…How had she lost control again?

Even now, her fiancé was approaching her with a forkful of meat in his hand.

If things continued like this, that delicious-looking meat would soon enter her mouth.

Like a baby bird being fed by its mother. Like a baby being fed by its mother.

It was clear that her fiancé would feed her the meat with the utmost kindness.

“…Don’t come any closer.”

That was absolutely unacceptable.

How old was she to be fed like this?

In a world where even toddlers feed themselves.

For the proud young lady of the Valencia Duchy, who had even made her debut, to be fed by her fiancé.

She could not allow such a situation to happen.

“I said don’t come closer.”

“…”

But, as if her warning had fallen on deaf ears, Albert continued to approach her without hesitation.

“…It’s your master’s order. Stop coming closer.”

In the end, she had to bring out the word “master.”

Though Albert always teased her, he had always kept his word when it came to her commands.

If she brought up the wish he had granted, he would stop approaching her to keep his promise.

After all, her fiancé had vowed to be her loyal servant for the day.

As if confirming her thoughts were correct.

Halt-

Albert, who had been steadily approaching her, stopped in his tracks upon hearing her words.

The slightly stiff expression on his face suggested that he wouldn’t move for the time being.

“…Phew.”

Rebecca finally felt a little relief.

Honestly, she had been very tense.

Even though she was insisting she didn’t want to be fed.

She knew that if Albert actually tried to feed her, she wouldn’t be able to resist and would just obediently eat.

Strangely, whenever Albert got close, Rebecca couldn’t act normally.

Of course, part of it was because her fiancé always brought embarrassing words or food to feed her directly.

But aside from that.

She couldn’t look directly into Albert’s eyes when he was close.

Whenever she realized that his mirror-like black eyes held nothing but her.

Her heart would beat irregularly and rapidly, as if she had arrhythmia.

She was afraid he might hear her heartbeat, so she couldn’t look him in the eye.

Given how much she struggled being close to Albert.

It was only natural that she couldn’t handle a situation where he would get close to feed her, inevitably leading to their eyes meeting.

It was a relief that she had managed to use her “master” voice, even if it was late.

“…Princess.”

Albert, who had stopped at her command, called her in a slightly lowered voice.

Though she had a bad feeling, there was no reason not to answer.

“…Why are you calling me?”

Rebecca answered quietly, still on guard.

“Are you ignoring the efforts of the Valencia Duchy’s chef who worked so hard to prepare this food?”

“…”

And then she regretted it.

She shouldn’t have answered that call.

Even if it was embarrassing, she should have pretended not to hear.

“It’s disappointing that you won’t eat the food prepared so diligently by the chef and made ready by your loyal servant.”

Albert’s unanswerable question struck her.

***

I continued speaking.

“Your loyal fiancé and servant has prepared this food so lovingly for you, my beloved fiancée and master. Do you really not intend to eat it?”

“…”

Rebecca seemed at a loss for words.

Of course, it was only natural.

If she said she would eat, she would have no choice but to obediently accept the food I fed her.

If she said she wouldn’t eat, she would become the bad person who ignored both her family’s chef and her loving fiancé.

No matter what she chose, or didn’t choose, there was no right answer.

“…That’s not it…”

Still, perhaps trying to protect her pride.

The Princess tried to find a way out of this contradictory and difficult situation.

“If that’s not it, then open your mouth. This food is filled with both my devotion and the chef’s efforts.”

“…”

But her efforts were cut off by me before they even began.

Step- step-

My footsteps, which had paused for a moment, began to slowly and steadily approach Rebecca again.

And so, Rebecca, unable to use her “master” authority.

“Ah, go ahead.”

“…”

Had no choice but to obediently open her mouth to accept the food.

Gulp-

The delicious-looking meat passed through Rebecca’s mouth and into her digestive system.

There could be no more satisfying moment in my life.

The life of a fiancé who could personally feed his beloved fiancée the food he had prepared (?).

Isn’t that a pretty great life?

“…You have your own food too. Don’t just feed me, eat yours as well.”

However, the person in question, Rebecca, didn’t seem to think so.

Judging by her telling me to eat my own food instead of just feeding her.

Whether the Princess was saying this to end the embarrassing situation.

Or because she was worried about me, who didn’t seem to be eating, was hard to tell.

“I’m full just watching my beloved fiancée eat, so I don’t need to eat.”

“…”

In any case, I was too focused on feeding Rebecca to care.

“…I’m sure I gave you the Truth Potion…”

Rebecca was now beginning to doubt whether she had actually given me the Truth Potion.

Probably because even after drinking the Truth Potion, I was calling her “beloved fiancée” and “beautiful fiancée,” making her question the potion’s authenticity.

But I had indeed drunk the Truth Potion.

Earlier, under the influence of the Truth Potion, I had said things I would normally soften or not say at all.

Which had almost made Rebecca upset.

Contrary to the Princess’s suspicions, I had definitely drunk the Truth Potion.

It’s just.

“Didn’t I tell you on the first day of the Imperial Banquet?”

“…”

“Everything I’ve ever said to you, with a few exceptions, has been from the heart.”

“…”

“Only the words that belittle you are lies, and the rest are all sincere. Didn’t I tell you that?”

I had been speaking nothing but the truth, or sincerity, all along, so the Truth Potion was meaningless.

“…Ugh.”

Rebecca’s already red cheeks turned even redder upon realizing the truth about the Truth Potion.

“So, our lovely fiancée just needs to obediently accept the food her fiancé feeds her.”

“…”

“Understood?”

I continued to feed Rebecca.

Until the food Dorothy had brought was nearly gone.

Until Rebecca, unable to bear the embarrassment, said, “I give up… please stop…”

I fed her, filled with affection.

Until the very end.

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