About Becoming My Ex-Husband's Mistress - Chapter 99

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Chapter 99. You Are Mine
Seeing this, Bernard quickly spoke to Luderne Sellen.
“Your Highness, forgive me, but may I take my daughter with me? It seems Olivia doesn’t fully understand how dangerous the affairs of that woman can be, so I believe I should warn her.”
“Do as you wish.”
With Luderne Sellen’s permission, Bernard retrieved a small flask from his waist. He took a sip, gargled, spat it out, and then splashed the alcohol over his own body.
Then he smiled awkwardly at Luderne Sellen, who was watching him.
“Embarrassing as it is, when my daughter smells alcohol on her father like this, she’ll want to leave quickly.”
He approached Olivia swiftly.
Olivia, greatly flustered, left the scene with Bernard.
Seeing this, Luderne Sellen also headed toward the Cafe. Even as he drew near, the atmosphere didn’t seem particularly dangerous.
Not until he saw what Count Veloda Genoma was doing to Priscilla inside the Cafe.
So he administered immediate punishment, but his anger still wouldn’t subside.
The nobility never took a mistress seriously.
But I knew better than anyone how irrationally a person could become when their soul was sold to a mistress.
So Luderne Sellen decided he would firmly establish Priscilla as his mistress and become her backing.
So that no ordinary noble would dare treat her carelessly.
And now that I had done so… I found my desires impossible to restrain.
With the teleportation scroll in hand, my movements had become freer, and my heart had shifted somewhat.
With this magic scroll alone, I held an absolute advantage in survival.
Above all, it made concealment easier.
In other words, the probability that I could protect Priscilla had increased.
Moreover, as I had confirmed during this trip to the Empire, the Emperor’s lifespan appeared nearly exhausted.
Though I hadn’t grown up seeing his face, my biological father had cherished me in his own way, and his passing into the world beyond was not entirely welcome.
But since there was no situation in which I could prevent his death, in reality, there were limits to what Luderne Sellen could do.
So I would honor his final wishes ‘as much as possible’.
Only to that extent.
Before Luderne Sellen departed, the Emperor had said this:
“I have no intention of announcing the Crown Prince until my death. However, when I die, there is a will hidden in the Temple Sanctuary of the Empire—reveal it. Then all will know who shall sit upon the imperial throne.”
The sudden summons to the Empire, the confirmation of the balance of power, the granting of access to the Magic Scroll Storage, the location of the will.
Recalling this sequence of events, Luderne Sellen was certain of his father’s intentions toward me.
At that moment, the Emperor had imposed a condition.
“However, I must always be cautious.”
If I had misunderstood Eclite, and the curse that had befallen me were lifted, he would appoint Eclite as Crown Prince, valuing his administrative experience.
Even while suspecting Eclite greatly, he had prepared for the one-in-a-million chance.
It seemed Eclite was also his son, and he could not let go of his lingering attachment to the very end.
Luderne Sellen said nothing and turned to leave.
Now was not the time to concern myself with the Empire’s future. With my escape route secured, I had to lift Priscilla’s curse first.
I still could not reveal all the truth.
Everything was merely conjecture, nothing certain.
In any case, it was only now that Luderne Sellen could hold Priscilla comfortably.
I knew exactly where and how to touch Priscilla to make her writhe in ecstasy, so I indulged myself fully with the woman I knew so well.
‘You are mine.’
Swallowing the confession I couldn’t yet voice aloud, I continued to draw tears from Priscilla.
The climax was so intense that she eventually lost consciousness, but that was fine. For a brief moment, I could see the face of my beloved sleeping beside me.
As the warmth gradually faded from the sheets I clutched, I resolved to impose restrictions on Priscilla’s salon appointments.
If I continued like this, she would become pregnant.
‘She mustn’t overexert herself while carrying a child.’
I recalled the Raber Salon’s reservation system.
It operated on two-month cycles.
But if I leveraged my position as an investor to limit her schedule now, Priscilla could rest appropriately.
Of course, I wasn’t sure if she would agree.
‘And Matilda has returned to her fiefdom, hasn’t she?’
I recalled Priscilla’s reaction when I slapped Count Veloda Genoma’s face and knelt before him.
Her expression had remained composed, but her eyes had flickered with subtle emotion.
Though it was a crude method, witnessing direct retaliation must have provided cathartic relief to her pent-up frustration.
Priscilla was human too, merely managing her emotions well according to circumstances.
“Then I’ll give her a reason.”
Lost in thought, I rose from the bed.
Dawn had not yet broken.
But there was someone I could meet.
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The moment I arrived at the salon, Madame Laber called me over.
“Listen, dear.”
Madame Laber, her eyes half-lidded with fatigue, inserted tobacco into her cigarette holder and lit it.
“Yes?”
“Our reservation system accepts bookings up to two months in advance, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, that’s correct.”
“So here’s the thing—I’m thinking of not accepting any more reservations under your name. I’m going to cancel all existing appointments except for VVIP clients.”
It was an unexpected announcement. The fact that she was canceling existing appointments left me bewildered.
“What? Why?”
“You can’t go to the Empire anymore, can you? Because that rotten bastard caused such a scene.”
I nodded, acknowledging the truth of her words.
Though we were aggressively expanding the salon’s branches throughout the Empire by leveraging my Royal Elegance Contest championship, I was legally barred from entering the Empire as an exile.
“So if we expand the salon across the entire Empire to increase brand value, but the actual techniques don’t expand with it, we’ll only increase operational risk, won’t we? The more I think about it, the more sense it makes.”
Madame Laber inhaled the cigarette smoke deeply, then exhaled.
From the atmosphere, it seemed someone had been giving Madame Laber business advice.
“Looking at it objectively, Irina and Misha, whom you trained, are gaining recognition by the day. The noblewomen who love you are also quite pleased with their services.”
Madame Laber nodded, saying I had taught those two exceptionally well.
“So here’s what I’m thinking—from now on, unless the client is VVIP caliber….”
With that opening, she told me my primary duties would be changing.
Only work on-site when absolutely necessary.
I’ll gather talented people, and from now on, teach them my techniques.
The pay remained the same, but the flexibility in scheduling made things far more liberating.
Yet I couldn’t help but worry.
“What about the reputation of Raber Salon?”
“She said she’d handle that herself, so I suppose we needn’t fret. It seems her demeanor has shifted since returning from the Empire.”
Now that I thought about it, this wasn’t Madame Laber’s decision alone—Luderne Sellen’s influence was clearly at work.
‘He was asleep beside me until dawn, so when on earth did he manage this?’
Madame Laber shrugged her shoulders.
“What can I do? The principal investor insists on it. It’s not a trivial sum, so if he says jump, I jump.”
She chuckled softly at that.
“Besides, this way no one will come under the pretense of an appointment to assault her.”
After finishing my conversation with Madame Laber, I returned to the Service Room.
Soon my day’s work began.
This morning’s appointment was with Baroness Meldear.
She, who had maintained blonde hair all this time, said she wanted to change it to purple today.
As her hair coloring progressed, she chattered away relentlessly, living up to her nickname of “Speaker.” Without pause.
Though my ears grew a bit weary, I listened attentively and responded warmly, as all the gossip from high society flowed in at once.
“Oh, that was quite the news.”
“Pardon?”
“They say Count Veloda Genoma and Young Lady Bilsty knelt down in the street yesterday and apologized to you?”
I held my breath.
As I fell silent, searching for an appropriate response, Baroness Meldear’s eyes gleamed as she looked at me.
“To have Prince Wintem wrapped around your finger—you must be something special. Do you know? Ever since yesterday, high society has talked of nothing but you and Prince Wintem.”
As I forced a smile, she gazed at me intently before lowering her voice.
“And since it’s just us, there’s something I’d like to ask. Tell me, just me, dear.”
“Yes? What, what is it?”
“I’m terribly curious, you see.”
An inexplicable unease crept over me.
“So, um, what exactly?”
Baroness Meldear gestured for me to come closer.
As I leaned in, she whispered softly.
“The King and the Grand Prince are half-brothers, aren’t they?”
They shared the same mother but different fathers.
As I nodded, Baroness Meldear lowered her voice even further.
“I’ve heard the King lacks dignity, but what about the Grand Prince?”
I was bewildered.
What on earth was this question about?
“I mean, you know. I heard this ages ago, and it’s a secret, mind you?”
Baroness Meldear held up her pinky finger to me.
“His Majesty the King is exactly like this, you know.”
Understanding her meaning, I gasped and covered my mouth. Heat rushed to my face.
‘Good heavens, how could she ask such a thing!’
It was truly an absurd question.
Unable to conceal my agitation, Baroness Meldear playfully nudged my arm.
“Don’t be embarrassed—tell me a little. It might be awkward by your standards, but this is really important information.”
Hearing Baroness Meldear’s words, I detected a hidden meaning beneath them.

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