I’m Not Sorry But The Prince Will Marry Me Anyway

A deal.

Not a word Tristan expected to hear from a mere errand boy.

But in some ways, it wasn’t surprising.

This man had always rubbed him the wrong way for no apparent reason. If something finally surfaced to justify that feeling, then perhaps it would bring him some peace of mind.

"That depends on what you're offering."

"Your safety."

"Are you really planning to slay the monster for me?"

"Do you think the monster is your only enemy?"

"…No."

Tristan lifted his gaze toward their destination.

The sapphire mine, once an active development site just last month, had been shut down overnight due to the monster outbreak. The broken railway tracks hanging precariously along the mountainside looked like rusted shackles, remnants of a halted industry.

They claimed there had never been a single collapse in these tunnels before.

But could they say the same now, after a monster had rampaged through them?

"Rick. How much do you know?"

"The primary collapse points. The ground weakened significantly when the monster was trapped inside."

"And what do you want in exchange for this information?"

Just then, a scout from Count Braum’s forces called out from the resting area.

"Your Highness! It’s time to move out. Where are you?"

"I’m coming!"

Tristan exhaled and began walking, but Rick murmured under his breath.

"If you ever want to talk alone, just sigh and complain, ‘I don’t feel like going,’ or ‘I have a bad feeling about this.’ I’ll make a nuisance of myself and come to you."

"Ah, so you’ve officially rebranded yourself as my personal provocateur?"

"That was my first job. I hadn’t expected His Highness to accept this monster hunt before I had a chance to provoke you."