The Sweet Alpha Crown Prince Loves Me So Much

Eirene was a cheerful young lady who was slightly older than Marco and gave a lot of small but helpful assistance, and had a wide range of knowledge, making her a good conversation partner.

“No wonder your face looks familiar. You two look quite similar. You both are beautiful sisters.”

“Oh my.”

The maid covered her mouth and fanned herself with her hand. I smiled, thinking she was quite cute.

This time, the expression on the attendant’s face was flushed.

“

, please hurry on to wherever you’re heading. We are on our way to see His Highness now.”

Natasha waved goodbye, her face even more flushed than before, as if she was happy that I had come to see the Crown Prince.

“I shouldn’t take up any more of your time. I happen to be on an errand, too.”

“Yes, then until next time.”

“Ah, Prince. If you happen to meet the prophet, please ignore everything she says.”

“What?”

I wondered why Natasha was saying something like that, considering that I had no idea who the prophet was or if I would ever meet her.

Was she some kind of Korean fortune teller?

However, Natasha’s answer baffled me.

“That person has someone she supports as His Highness’s mate, but I am on your side.”

“Excuse me?”

“She’s not a bad person, but her head is a bit like this.”

Natasha pointed to her temple and spun her index finger around.

“So it would be better for the prince’s mental health to ignore everything she says.”

Hey, how am I supposed to ignore what the prophet says!

Crinkling one of her eyes, she disappeared with the speed of the wind.

The attendant turned to me and said, “How rude and rambunctious!”.

“What was that about the prophet?”

“You don’t have to worry about it, Prince.”

The attendant awkwardly smiled and quickened his pace.

“…But I’m more interested in her.”

“She’s just a witch who occasionally makes prophecies.”

The attendant, who answered stiffly, pushed me forward as if to hurry me along.

A witch?

Well, I’ve never seen anyone use magic before, but if there are monsters, there could be witches too.

The attendant looked at me as if I were committing a heinous crime by showing interest in her.

We made our way through the corridors and arrived at what was supposed to be the Crown Prince’s study with a hurried pace that surprised everyone we met.

“

,

, here we are.”

The attendant, who seemed just as lacking in exercise as Carl Lindbergh, gasped for breath.

My mind was filled with thoughts of the witch who makes prophecies and the identity of the person she supports as his mate, to the point where I almost forgot why I came here in the first place.

I grabbed the attendant’s arm as he was about to knock on the door.

“Do you happen to know who the prophet supports?”

“I have no idea about that. I am an attendant directly serving His Highness the Crown Prince. I don’t understand why you’re talking about something so unnecessary.”

The dominant Omega Prince appeared. Daring to insist that the Beta is his mate. And grumbling that the witch was clearly crazy.

Just a moment ago, he claimed he didn’t know.

It seems that he’s quite displeased with the prophet.

The person the prophet is supporting is a Beta? I don’t know what kind of prophecy she makes, but could the person she’s talking about be the Crown Prince’s true love?

The attendant looked genuinely frightened.

“Prince, please, I beg of you. Take no interest in her. She’s just a woman who happened to make a prophecy or two that turned out to be correct, and has taken up residence in the castle, but she’s so eccentric that everyone avoids her.”

The servant, who had been looking at me with an anxious expression while I was lost in thought, lowered his voice and begged me to stop showing interest in her.

“But based on her nature, she seems to be quite trusted…”

“That’s…”

That’s what? As I approached the attendant who seemed hesitant to say something, the door suddenly burst open.

“What are you doing here? Without coming in?”

The Crown Prince, who appeared to be in a very bad mood, came out with a ferocious look and glared at the attendant’s arm I was holding.

“Is it your habit to easily get close to people? Or is it just your social skills?”

, the hand that was setting down the tea cup was heavy.

After unintentionally showing an appearance looking like a spy prying for information about the prophet, I apologized and averted my gaze, and the Crown Prince slumped down and crossed his legs.

I thought he might be able to cross his legs twice if he so desired due to how long his legs were. But then I quickly apologized when I noticed the Crown Prince’s serious expression.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that my curiosity got the better of me.”

“If you’re curious about something, you can just ask me. I told you, there shouldn’t be any secrets between us.”

I thought it was just a casual remark.

But the Crown Prince seemed genuinely angry.

I came here today to reconcile, but he got angry at me as soon as he arrived. I really haven’t learned my lesson yet.

“It’s just, I heard about the prophet by accident, and I’m curious, but I don’t think it’s anything to bother His Highness with…”

Speaking in a hesitant voice while fiddling with my fingers, the Crown Prince spoke in a slightly softer tone.

His tone had softened, but his jaw was still clenched as if he was still angry.

“It’s not bothering me, so if you’re curious, just ask me. Aren’t the servants busy? They’re the busiest people in the castle.”

“Then, can I ask about the prophet?”

The Crown Prince’s eyes narrowed, but I couldn’t do anything about it.

I had to know about the ‘real protagonist’ who might be out there somewhere.

It’s not about, ‘What if he suddenly showed up after we’d gotten married and had a child!’

… But rather, it was more like what would happen to the protagonist if the villain took his place.

The crown prince’s pheromones drifted through the room like a cold north wind, ‘once again’.

I’m not sure if he’s trying to stimulate me or if it’s only natural for him to release his pheromones without any apparent reason.

And today’s pheromones felt chilly.

As I sit there, my hair standing on end and sweat dripping down my back, the Crown Prince sighs.

“Although she’s called a prophet, she’s still a young girl. She was wandering in the forest when some from the top of the Duke of Balvenie brought her to the Duke’s estate. She accurately predicted that a fire would break out at the Duke’s estate and that a monster horde would attack the village from the west, which helped prevent a disaster.”

“She’s an amazing person.”

“Moreover, because she predicted that an infectious disease would spread around the knights’ order, we had no choice but to let her enter the castle.”

Look at that. If that’s not a real prophet, then what is? There’s nothing I can do about