Daughter of the Emperor Chapter 282

Chapter 282: The Emperor’s Daughter Chapter. 282

“It appears you have a lot of time on your hands. I feel like I’ve been seeing you quite a lot these days.”
The cocky Dranste smiled cheekily at my question. He took a sip of the tea in front of him and got his chin upon his hand. His appearance was like a rascal in the countryside, so I thought it felt sourer in my eyes.
“I suppose so.”
I was sure he’d go away again soon… but I guessed he had decided to stick around for a while for some reason. His room had always been empty; now, he’s wholly unpacked his things… and it had already been almost two months… I was mainly just surprised because I was sure he would have vanished again without a word by now.
Well, it’s okay, even if he’s here for a long time. The real problem was that he followed me around all the time just to make fun of me!
Just like today!
I was enjoying my brief taste of peace…and now he had even come into the garden to taunt me.
I stared at Dranste with a frown, and all servants were being so polite to him on the way here. What’s so special about him? He always came and disappeared like the wind; I didn’t understand why he was treated so warmly.
When I frowned openly, Drancete laughed aloud.
Oh, it’s annoying.
“Who are you, really?”
“Why do you ask? Are you really that curious?”
Yeah, that’s right. I wanna know what Dranste was and what he did in the past.
We had already known each other for 7 years, but all I really knew about him was his name, what he looked like, and his favorite tea. That’s just three things!
It wasn’t because I wasn’t interested in this guy. I was not really impressed when he’s not around me, but when he’s in front of me, I couldn’t help but be curious! I couldn’t help but pay attention to him because he was standing right before me.
In my response, Dranste smiled as if he felt good. The number of my irritating gauges went up again. Oh, I hated him.
I thought the most mysterious person in the world so far was my dad, but there were just two more like that in the world. First, there’s Assisi, and the other was Dranste, who stood right before me!
“Most importantly, I’d like to know why everyone calls you my father’s teacher.”
Dranste put his chin on his hand dully.
“Because that’s what I am.”
“What did you teach him?”
“Well, who knows…”
Should I just slap him?