MY PRINCE

Bab 06 - English Version

It was very unexpected, Emilia who was previously very kind and friendly suddenly turned cruel and cunning, of course, Arga did not believe in the change in nature of the slanted eyed girl because at first, he thought that this girl was different from his younger siblings, but who I thought, if you were a brother or sister, it was the same.

Now, because Arga has been trapped in Emilia's trap, he can't move anymore, moreover, the students of the white dressed princess are ready to attack him anytime using a hammer, making Arga even more clueless about what to do.

And he was sure, that the ballet room had been locked tight from all over so he could not escape. What can I do, Arga finally can only surrender to this situation.

However, suddenly, Emilia gave Arga a challenge, namely dancing against him, if that man won, he could repay Emilia's treatment at will, but, if he lost, a punishment awaited him, which was to hang in a crowded place with a completely naked body.

Anyone must be feeling pressured by that humiliating harsh punishment, right? Luckily, Arga can manage his emotions so as not to feel anxious and then he happily accepts the challenge, then, can he win the competition? Where she is the most disadvantaged here because dancing is not her forte, while Emilia seems to be a professional in ballet.

"Let's get started! Arga!"

The music that accompanies them has sounded melodious, out of nowhere, maybe there are tiny salons in this room.

Emilia immediately relaxes her body, spins on the slippery floor and performs various beautiful variations, such as jumping to the music.

Meanwhile, Arga, who is not a beginner here, can only gawk at the dance that Emilia is doing, the girl's body gestures are really balanced, and the gentle yet agile movements are enough to make the audience amazed.

"Damn, the more afraid I'm afraid of losing, the more I'm curious about winning."

Slowly, Arga tried to move his legs, it felt like he was walking on a slippery ice surface, so slippery, he nearly fell so many times that laughter could be heard from Emilia's students who were watching him.

Trying to focus, Arga got back up from his almost falling position, then, he wanted to raise his feet a little and only a few toes touched the floor, like a professional ballet dancer, but,

BRUG!

He fell to the floor with a very strong throw, again the sound of laughter was heard coupled with the sickening taunts of Emilia's students.

"Wretched." Arga also couldn't stop thinking that it was so difficult to be able to dance freely with his tiptoes on his feet, he felt sick if he kept doing that. "But, come on! There's just a little more I can catch up with him!"

In fact, Arga hasn't danced at all, all he just did was try to do the basic position before dancing, but he had fallen because of it.

While beside her, Emilia had repeatedly performed beautiful dances that could make everyone dazzled by her moves. Supported by her slender body, Emilia is very flexible, presenting a variety of different movements in each rhythm.

Arga looked a little annoyed by this painful difference, in fact, he thought that all of this had been arranged in such a way that defeat would fall on him.

"Don't be stupid, I will definitely beat you too! Emilia!"

SET!

Annoyed, Arga immediately straightened his body, his arms spread and bent a little like a crab, then, his chest was pulled to make it even straighter, and the last ingredient in his appearance was a charming smile.

NOT!

Her shoes were beating, hitting the floor, causing Emilia's disciples to turn their attention to Arga. Then, with a very firm movement, Arga began to shake his buttocks and move his legs to spin like a blender machine, until finally, he jumped with a handsome smile.

On reflection, Emilia's students screamed hysterically because they were so happy to see the random dance made by Arga. Even though his movements were messy, Arga covered his flaws with a confident smile, which could hypnotize anyone.

Realizing that something was different, Emilia glanced at Arga's place, and she was surprised, because it seemed that her opponent this time was able to dance swiftly, although not as agile as herself.

Feeling competitive, Emilia didn't want to lose either, she immediately showed her great variety, spun fast, flung her black hair in all directions, and slammed her legs repeatedly while dancing, indicating that this time, she was really serious.

Some of the students turned their heads to watch Emilia, while some still watched the Arga dance with excited screams.

The music continued to rumble in the room, until it was created, the stunning final seconds of Emilia and Arga's appearance in front of the audience, making the girls scream in support of two different camps.

As a result, since the music has finished and the dancing is over, now is the time for judgment. Arga was a little worried about the result, because he realized that his dancing was not as good as Emilia's. Meanwhile Emilia scowled in annoyance at Arga's surprising ability.

What determines who the winners and losers in this fight are them, the spectators who have watched from start to finish.

"How tiring, huh? I even forgot to breathe while I was dancing, huh." Arga said frantically.

Her chest flared up, Emilia's condition was just as bad as Arga because she was tired from dancing. However, their souls were still burning like flames in awaiting the results of the audience's assessment.

"I think, everyone already knows, that the winner in this battle is a--" Emilia's words caught off guard as her eyes saw the true result of the audience.

The way to judge it is that the audience is given two red and blue boards, if they like Emilia's appearance, then they have to lift the red board, and vice versa, if they are interested in Arga's appearance, the blue board must be lifted.

And who would have thought that if twenty of his students raised the blue board, this was impossible, Emilia should have won this match. Ah, try to think positively, they might wrongly lift the board, Emilia immediately smiled kindly.

"Kids, the board you picked was wrong, you know? You should have picked up the red one. Come on, just keep the blue board, dear." Emilia cooed to make her students think that she was careless.

"S-Forgive us, Master! But, this time, we didn't lift the wrong board, because we really like the appearance of… Mr. Arga."

Emilia's heart was crushed for a moment after hearing the answer from one of her students, her eyes bulged until her red veins appeared, and she bit her lip until it hurt.

While Arga stares at the results he gets, it is unexpected that his appearance can make the children like him.

"Wow! Amazing, kids! You guys are really great!" Arga smiled broadly as he ran to the children and hugged them at the same time with his big arms so happy.

The hammers they had previously held were replaced by the blue planks in their hands. For some reason, the children also returned Arga's hug with cute smiles on their faces.

Seeing all of that made Emilia's body tremble with exasperation, in fact, her entire body turned red due to the rising anger.

Realizing that, Arga let go of his hug to the children and stood staring at Emilia who looked mumps about her defeat.

"So, do you remember about the rules of the game? Emilia? You made it yourself, right? That if I lose, then I will be hanged in a crowded place naked, but if I win," Arga smiled warmly. "I can repay you any way I like, right?"

"Just tell me what you want." Emilia replied with a bull-like growl.

"Hmm? What do I want? If you ask that, I will be confused, because, there is a lot I want to do to you, but let me make it up," said Arga with an eyebrow raised. "How about you become ... my friend now."

Emilia was shocked by that statement, even though there were still more cruel things to retaliate for her actions, but why did Arga only choose that in return?

"Friends? What do you mean?"

Arga smiled and folded his arms gallantly. "If you don't want to, that's okay. I don't really want it either."

"OKAY!" Suddenly, Emilia shouted loudly. "Y-From now on ... I will try to be ... YOUR FRIEND!"

Arga was surprised to hear that, he thought Emilia would flatly reject his request, but what is this? He did?

"However, I have one thing to say to you, Emilia." The girl was immediately stunned by Arga's words. "As long as you are my friend, I want you to destroy your mask. I do not like your fake face that is clever to deceive."

Emilia lowered her head, she felt regret at her nature that likes to show falsehood on everyone, after hearing that, her heart moved a little to change her nature.

"Okay, I understand. Thank you for not repaying me with evil, I really thank you, Arga."

Then, Arga came out of the ballet room, leaving Emilia and her students who were silent because of her words.

***

"Geez, I never thought that today I got another surprise from King William's daughter, but this time, I was really tired by Emilia."

Arga has now returned to his beloved room, after taking a bath, he immediately ate the grilled sausages brought by the waiter, he ate it from the balcony of his room, to enjoy the view of the evening sky.

"I think, compared to the sadistic Charlotte and the cruel Victoria, Emilia's character looks more dangerous than the two of them, because that girl is good at playing the role of an angel, when in fact, she is just as bad as Charlotte and Victoria. Come on! here whose heart is kind and behaves like an angel? I guess, royal princess should have such traits, but why the girls I met all have bad attitudes. Haaaah ~ I'm tired. "

Even though Arga said that, but to be honest, he also has a feeling of interest in Charlotte, Victoria, and Emilia.

Puk!

Suddenly, an object fell out of nowhere onto his head, after he saw it, it turned out to be a pencil on which the name 'Laila' was written on.

"Oh, it looks like this pencil belongs to Princess Laila, it just so happens that I have never met her, then, tonight I will ask the maids about Princess Laila's room, I will return hers and also, get acquainted with her."

Arga whistled casually, when in fact, he was still traumatized by the attitudes of the princesses here, he hoped that Princess Laila would be different from the three daughters he had met.

TO BE CONTINUED ...