บท 118: Chapter 118

"What was in that basket?" Zedekiel asked, wondering why it was so heavy for the servant. "He was sweating so much in this weather."

Prince Ron sat on the chair the Queen Mother had occupied before, snickering like a little imp. "There's a hidden layer underneath the basket and I filled it with rocks."

Zedekiel shook his head. The human Prince was truly mischievous. "But why?"

"I'm punishing him" Prince Ron answered. He plucked a grape from the bowl of fruits on the table and popped it in his mouth. "He insulted me in front of my servants. I'm just teaching him a lesson."

Well, Zedekiel didn't care at all. With how good Prince Ron treated people, he knew he wouldn't punish them without a good reason. Besides, the servant didn't matter. What mattered was that the person he liked was sitting in front of him.

Elves were very physical creatures. If they were around a person they liked, they'd want to hold. To touch.

And Zedekiel was no exception.