The Resurrected Evil Prince Decided to Start an Experiment of Love

“Ramee! Mister Ramee!”

“What?”

“You were so excited that you’re going to see the third prince, so why are you sleeping here?!”

 

This is a small oasis halfway between Edessa, a city on the border of the Kingdom of Pluvia, and the imperial capital of the Rubrum Empire.

Few people use this little oasis because it is a bit off the regular route.

A man who was swinging in a white hammock suspended from the palm trees there woke up when his name was called.

 

The voice was coming from a Rubrum man with long hair tied back in a single high bun. He is dressed like a dancer, supple in contrast to his strong body.

With his lips painted white and his eyelashes decorated with transparent adornment, he looks like a clown at first glance.

The clown-like man tilted his face as he crossed his arms.

 

“And so? How was it? The third prince, the one they call the hidden treasure of Pluvia?”

“About that…”

 

The man called Ramee rubbed his sleepy eyes and did not hide his grumpiness.

He felt grumpy about being woken up when he had gone to sleep in an unoccupied place. Then he spat out his words in a boring manner toward the clown’s question.

 

“He was trash.”

 

The expression on his face didn’t even change one bit.

He spat out those words as if he was talking about a speck of dust on the side of the road. As if he was talking about a grain of sand, in this vast desert, that didn’t matter to the man called Ramee.

“Huh? You said it so harshly. But I heard that he’s incredibly beautiful?”

“He’s just a kid, without any sexual appeal. He can’t even use his head. He also doesn’t know how to carry himself. He was just a stupid piece of trash”

“Oh my.”

“On the contrary, it was amazing of him to be born with that face and yet grow up to be so stupid.”

 

In a daze, the man called Ramee raised his upper body, scratching up the hair around his neck.

His shoulder-length earrings shimmered.

 

The third prince of Pluvia was coming to the border to inspect the place for some reason, so the man went to check it out.

The prince is closeted with no rumors about him other than his face.

It was a well-known fact that he was the first on the list of the first prince faction, but that was not even of his own volition, but only because he had been raised by the queen since he was a child.

The first time the man saw the prince’s silver hair, it was as beautiful as a translucent jewel. So were his calm blue-gray eyes, which showed a high intelligence. And his face, with its well-defined parts perfectly placed, could only have been loved by God. The man also did not dislike his long, trembling, downcast eyelashes as he approached him, nor his cheeks, which were stained vermilion, as if he were embarrassed.

But still— he felt like garbage.

The clown continued.

 

“But the glasswork thing didn’t work out, did it?”

“There was a knight with brains with him. I can commend the guy for not even letting the prince spend his money.”

“Even if you couldn’t get an official order, you wanted the fact that the third prince bought that thing, right?”

 

That’s right, the prince looked so incompetent, but the man’s intentions had failed.

The man felt that he was a little happy about it, though he did not know why. But as if to shake off his imagination, a few words escaped his lips.

“Even though I was going to lay all the charges on him and ruin him.”

“My, how scary!”

“To see that beautiful face distorted by the fire, it would at least be a snack to accompany my liquor.”

“Oh, so you liked his face! You’re a sucker for beautiful faces, aren’t you?”

 

To the man, the incompetent third prince only has that much worth.

 

“Hm? So is that the end of the Ramee Trading Company? Even though you were so excited saying, I’m Ramee! I’m Ramee!”

“Let’s burn you at the stake, too.”

“Nooo, that’s too scary!”

 

The clown looked frightened like a woman, which was out of character for his physique, but the man’s expression did not change.

He just looked at the clown as if he was looking at something unimportant, then turned his attention back to the desert as if nothing had happened.

This endless desert had only tormented him and brought him no benefits. He was sick and tired of the abominable thirsty sand that occupied most of the country, even though it was the country where he was born.

The man was starving. He wanted moisture.

He was hoping that the third prince, who visited such a place on his own volition, might bring something interesting to his thirsty self.

And then, his expectations were met with disappointment.

 

“The plan is fine as it is. That kind of thing can be done at any time, anyway.”

“Yes, sir! Are you going back to the palace, then?”

“Yeah.”

 

The clown wiggled and moved his body in vain, only making the man feel even more uncomfortable.

And so the clown’s ridiculous phrases continue.

 

“Then. I will transform you into Emperor Rashed Wastiters Rubrum~”

“…….”

“Eek! Don’t look at me with such beastly eyes! You’re making me feel weird!”

“You’ll also be burned at the stake when it’s all over.”

 

The clown, holding his flushed cheeks with both hands for some reason, said happily,

 

“Oh noooo~”