"Get everything settled. It's noon—let's eat out."
Luke was in a very good mood, and once again decided to go dine at a proper restaurant.
Don't ask.
If you ask, the answer is: because he's rich.
Yurna had come straight here with luggage. Hearing that, she gave a slight bow. "Yes, Your Highness."
With the luggage in hand, she chose a room on the first floor—more convenient for everything.
Luke, having nothing to do, sat on the sofa and stared at the deck of cards Lux had forgotten to take with her. He casually picked one up and toyed with it.
Then a new idea struck him. He aimed at the cabinet on the far side and flicked his wrist with one hand.
"Whoosh!"
The playing card carved a straight line through the air and pinned itself precisely into the cabinet.
Twisted Fate?
The thought flashed through Luke's mind, and he found it amusing.
When Yurna came out of the room, she happened to see Luke striking dramatic poses while flinging playing cards, having the time of his life.
A trace of confusion appeared in her eyes. She didn't know what His Highness was doing, but she waited patiently at the side anyway.
"Finished tidying up? Then let's go."
Luke noticed Yurna beside him and stopped.
Throwing playing cards wasn't that interesting.
…Yeah. Some other day, he'd level up that sleight-of-hand skill a bit more.
The two of them left the mansion one after the other.
Outside, the weather was a bit hot, the sun pouring out heat without restraint.
Luke suddenly realized something: as a prince, he couldn't just walk everywhere every day.
He needed some kind of transportation. The most popular thing right now was a carriage—he should get one.
Preferably something flashy, worthy of his status.
He'd leave that to Yurna. For today, they'd just make do.
Luke was getting tired of the restaurant they went to last time, so he decided to switch it up.
He strolled around for a bit, and before long found a high-end place that looked pretty good.
The manager was deeply honored by the prince's visit and personally came out to receive him, brimming with enthusiasm.
The food came quickly, too.
In no time, the dishes Luke ordered were set on the table—steaming hot, rich with aroma.
During the meal, there was a small issue.
When Luke ate, Yurna stood quietly off to the side.
It looked like she planned to wait until Luke finished, then go eat afterward.
There really was a rule here that servants couldn't eat at the same table as their master. Among nobles, it was called table etiquette—an old tradition that wasn't meant to be crossed.
Luke, living a second life, didn't care about that sort of thing. Still, he wasn't planning to change anything, either.
He just thought: if he finished and then had to wait for her, that would be annoying.
So he glanced at Yurna. "Sit and eat."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Yurna bowed in reply. She rarely showed expression, and simply walked to the opposite side, sat down, and began to eat.
That was one thing Luke found extremely satisfying about her.
Obedient.
Especially obedient.
No matter what Luke ordered, Yurna would carry it out immediately—never adding a single unnecessary word.
While eating, Luke glanced up briefly.
Yurna ate as quietly as she lived—small bites, unhurried, looking very proper and refined.
But her face showed absolutely no reaction to the taste.
As if delicious and terrible were exactly the same to her.
Luke suddenly wondered: if Yurna ate truly incredible food, would she show a new expression?
He tucked the question away and kept eating.
By the time Luke was nearly done, Yurna was almost finished as well.
Even though she ate in small bites, she wasn't slow at all.
Or rather… it was more like she timed it perfectly to finish when he did.
If Luke ate faster, her pace would probably still match.
Luke picked up the napkin and dabbed at his mouth, then raised a hand in a small gesture. The manager—who had been watching from afar—hurried over at once.
"How much?" Luke asked.
"Your Highness, it's an honor for you to visit. This meal is on the house." The manager bowed slightly, smiling. "As long as you come often."
"No need." Luke stood. "Yurna—pay whatever it costs. I'll wait outside."
Luke naturally wasn't going to mooch a meal. He gave Yurna the instruction and walked out.
The manager stared after him, full of regret.
After waiting outside for a moment, Yurna came out as well. "Your Highness, it was twenty-eight gold in total."
"Mhm. Let's go."
Luke nodded casually.
Even more expensive than the previous restaurant.
But Luke didn't feel the slightest pain. Don't ask—if you ask, it's because he's rich.
After he'd appeared at The Grand Plaza, his status had become truly extraordinary—he was the kingdom's suddenly revealed second prince.
Whether openly or in the shadows, people were definitely watching him.
Little favors like comped meals weren't worth accepting at all.
Walking along the street, Luke remembered the swordsmanship enthusiasts' training camp he'd visited before. He thought this would be a good time to go work off the food.
And maybe—just maybe—he'd run into Fiora by chance.
With that thought, he glanced sideways and sized up Yurna.
She was wearing an eye-catching maid outfit, her long legs below the knee-length skirt wrapped in black stockings, drawing plenty of attention.
"Let's go to a clothing shop first. Change into something casual."
After thinking it over, Luke decided to change her outfit first.
Before long, Yurna's maid uniform was replaced with a light, convenient set of everyday clothes.
Only after she took off the maid outfit did her figure really show—curves in all the right places.
They wandered to the mask shop and pushed the door open.
"Pick one you like."
As he spoke, Luke went to the mask rack and chose another frog mask.
The one he bought last time was at home. He hadn't thought to bring it when he went out.
The rabbit attendant recognized him at a glance and said, "Before you leave, you can store your mask with us. We guarantee we won't reveal a customer's identity."
"Is that so." Luke responded, but still bought a new one.
By then, Yurna seemed to have chosen her preferred mask as well. She pointed to a black cat mask and said to the attendant, "This one."
"This one's a bit more expensive—ten gold," the rabbit attendant said.
Yurna looked to Luke.
Luke nodded.
He'd already handed his wallet to Yurna. She had the money on her.
With his approval, Yurna paid.
Once she put on the black cat mask, it paired nicely with her ever-calm violet eyes—and it even came with a pair of cat ears.
Luke figured that was where the price went.
He brought Yurna into the alley.
After entering the training camp, he glanced at the rabbit attendant walking ahead.
Then Luke gave Yurna a quiet reminder from behind. "Everyone's equal in there. Once we're inside, keep a low profile."
"Yes."
Yurna answered—this time, she dropped the "Your Highness."
Luke didn't really mind people knowing his identity. But those were the training camp's rules, and he could only follow them.
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