How To Train the Wolf King – Accidentally Spending the Night Together and Triggering the Death Flag,

Chapter 7: Otou-sama’s eyes are serious

King Julius Lui Legrand was in a good mood from the morning of that day.

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With a face so cool and composed that it was almost ruthless, he looked down on everything and everyone, a solitary wolf king who kept everyone at bay. But today, his surroundings felt somewhat softer. As a result, his beauty shone even more brightly, secretly making the women who worked in the castle’s offices flutter with excitement.

In such a king’s office, a man came to visit.

“She has arrived.”

“I see.”

In response to Prime Minister Jordan du Noel’s call, Julius stopped writing. He quickly put his quill back in its proper place and stood up.

“It’s a man’s shame to keep a lady waiting for too long. Let’s go immediately.”

But Jordan didn’t move. He looked at Julius with an unusual expression, as if he wanted to say something.

“What is it? Speak up.”

“Well, I’m afraid…”

The middle-aged gentleman bowed respectfully. But the next moment, he raised his face, shaking the decoration of his monocle with a clatter, and raised his middle finger vigorously.

“Don’t think you’ll get away with it if you make my daughter cry. I’ll do everything in my power to drag you down from the throne.”

“Is that a rebellion threat?”

“Depending on the situation.”

Julius stared intently at the Prime Minister, whose sharp eyes shone behind the monocle. After a moment, he let out a small smile.

“I don’t mind. I’ll keep it in mind.”

“Thank you for your kindness.”

As before, Jordan respectfully placed his hand on his chest.

Julius had bought this middle-aged man with a deep-set face who looked good in a monocle. I don’t know what Julius thinks of him personally, but he is a faithful man to his work.

He probably serves the “nation” rather than the “king”. He is a dangerous person in a sense, but on the contrary, the Prime Minister found comfort in his dry side.

On the other hand, Jordan is a family man who loves his wife and children. His love for his daughter, who looks exactly like his wife, is so great that he occasionally mentions her name even in conversations with Julius, who rarely talks about anything other than work.

The king muses on the day when the Prime Minister will question him about his daughter. 

That one night. It’s about her. She probably hasn’t told the Prime Minister about it. But Jordan probably has a vague idea of what happened because of his daughter’s subtle attitude.

(Well, the Prime Minister’s worries will turn out to be groundless.)

He doesn’t intend to make her cry. At least not in this matter.

“Your Majesty Julius, is here!”

Prime Minister Jordan, who had entered the audience room earlier, raised his voice loudly. There was no need to introduce himself as it was not a formal occasion, but it was probably his fatherly consideration for “her” waiting in the audience room.

‘She is here.’

His heart is pounding. Even though he hasn’t been attached to anything before, it seems that he can get excited.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Margaery.”

Trying his best not to reveal that he had come in a hurry, he climbed up onto the stage with all the dignity he could muster. Sitting on the throne, he elegantly crossed his long legs.

“I told you, we’d meet again soon.”

His lowered eyelids slowly lifted, revealing deep, sea-colored eyes that looked up at him.

Seeing her like that, the king’s face naturally lit up.

She knew it already, ‘the animation was really good.’

Margaery was once again amazed by Julius King, who appeared before her.

His long black hair for a man, his slanted, beautiful eyes, and his ruby-like bright red eyes that peeked out from them. His straight nose and his smiling lips were both androgynous, exuding a seductive charm. He was such a greedy existence that he even had dog ears and a tail added here.

(If only I weren’t the villainess Margaery, and he weren’t the death flag Julius…!)

She gasped. But there was no point in lamenting. He was undoubtedly Julius Lui Legrand, the death flag for Margaery.

While she was thinking about such things, she seemed to have been staring at him for a while. Suddenly, Julius narrowed his eyes with a pleasant expression.

“What’s wrong? You’re staring so much it’s making me feel embarrassed. Are you that happy to see me?”

“N-no, I’m sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for? I’m happy to see you. Really.”

Margaery plastered on a mask of a solid smile as she looked at her past life crush, Julius, who was oozing with sex appeal.

She wanted to enjoy her favorite god-tier artwork while writhing in pleasure, but right now she was the Marquis’ daughter. She had to smoothly brush off social niceties like a proper young lady.

This was just a game. That’s how Margaery tried to answer with a smile that was meant for others.

However, a piercing gaze from behind the king startled her the next instant. It was coming from Julius’ right diagonal back, specifically from the Prime Minister who was standing behind the king, Margaery’s beloved father, Jordan. He was staring at the back of Julius’ head with incredible pressure.

‘Kill you. Beat the wolf who dared to lay a hand on my daughter to a pulp.’ Margaery paled at her father’s appearance, which seemed like she could hear him saying those words any moment now.

(F-Father, calm down! You’re leaking your killing intent! You’re making a hunter’s face like you’re about to take down your prey three seconds before you actually do!)

“Oh, ohohoho…You’re funny, Your Majesty.”

If she continued like this, she would end up with a criminal in her family before the destruction ended. Feeling the crisis, Margaery quickly answered with a distant tone. Julius frowned dissatisfyingly.

“Yuri, right? I said you can call me that.”

“I cannot do that. Some people may find it disrespectful for a mere girl to call Your Majesty like that.”

“I see. It’s okay when we’re alone. That’s not a bad offer; I like it. But already, I think we’ve gone beyond that stage.”

(Father! Endure it! Endure it with all your might————!)

Margaery’s stomach twisted at Julius’s outrageous words. Her father’s eyes were now filled with killing intent as he flexed his hands, as if saying that he didn’t need any tools as a first-class hunter and could do it with his bare hands.

Then, suddenly, a small sound was heard. When she looked back, Julius was shaking his shoulders and laughing.

“Ku, hehe. Haha…!”

Margaery couldn’t help but be taken aback by his cheerful profile that revealed his true nature. At the same time, she realized. ‘I see.’ The king noticed Jordan’s gaze and was teasing him for fun.

(Stop it, it’s bad for my heart…)

Feeling exhausted, Margaery slumped her shoulders. If it’s bad for her heart, it’s bad for her stomach too. In fact, it seems like all her organs are about to give out.

Seeing Margaery like that, Julius looked at her with a pleased expression.

“Well, in any case, we won’t be able to have a conversation like this. I’m preparing some tea, so why don’t we move over there? I want to properly convey the details of the ‘request’ to you.”