Otome Game Mob Villain

Chapter 609

"Hey, Lord Johan. Please stop, everyone is watching."

"I don't want to. Why should I stop?"

Citri blushed and desperately tried to  pool away, but he shook his head, showing no intention of letting go.

As everyone looked on in astonishment, Amon, with a frown, literally stepped between the two.

"Citri is uncomfortable. Moreover, that matter has not yet been 'announced.' I would appreciate it if you refrained from doing anything that could cause misunderstandings."

"Don't be so uptight. Even if it causes misunderstandings, it will be announced at today's meeting. There's no need to worry about it."

Johan narrowed his eyes, showing his white double fangs, but Amon shook his head and glared.

"That's not acceptable. There is a proper way and discretion according to the situation. Furthermore, Lord Johan, as the son of the Beast King, you are a prince of this country. Such behavior in front of foreign guests could lead to doubts about your dignity. It could also demean Lord Zubera and Lady Sekmetos."

"Hah, demean my mother?"

He was startled and glanced sideways.

I cleared my throat and nodded, "Well, that's true."

"I already know Johan and Lady Sekmetos' character, but those who don't might view it harshly. Especially foreign dignitaries."

"Ugh..."

Perhaps because Sekmetos' name was mentioned, Johan looked embarrassed.

Even though cultures and etiquette differ by country, there is a minimum level of courtesy.

His current behavior is a bit too mischievous.

If I had done something like that to Fara when we first met, Mother Eltia would have given me a chilling glare.

Even though the official relationship between Fara and me might not have changed due to international agreements.

But the relationship between Renarte and Baldia wouldn't have been as good as it is now.

"Etiquette and courtesy should be about respecting and considering each other's cultures."

I gently advised, and Johan, with a thoughtful expression, looked at Citri.

"Then, I'll guide you to my room later. It should be fine there."

"N-no, thank you."

She vigorously shook her head and hid behind Amon.

Seeing this, he slumped his shoulders in disappointment.

"Um, Lord Johan. It's about time to guide everyone to the guest room, if you please."

From the open gate, warriors in dragon-like full armor approached and cautiously asked him.

"Ah, right, that's true."

Johan was startled by the question, and I tilted my head at the mention of the "guest room."

"Yeah, my mother told me to guide everyone since I know their faces. Come on, this way."

Johan smiled, showing his white double fangs, and briskly walked through the warriors into the castle.

Amon sighed and started walking, followed cheerfully by Rafa and others.

I watched their backs and stopped to look up at the towering gate and castle.

The grand castle, built in a style different from the Empire and Renarte, showed signs of repairs here and there up close.

It must be hundreds of years old.

In this castle, which has walked through history with Zubera, the tribal chiefs will gather for a meeting.

By some twist of fate, I will be participating in that meeting.

According to my prior research, there is no record of an Empire-born noble participating in Zubera's tribal chief meeting.

When I reported it to my father via communication magic, he was amazed, saying, 'Truly, a maverick troublemaker. Whatever the circumstances, it's unprecedented.'

"Um, Brother Ridd."

"Hmm, what is it?"

As I was lost in thought, Citri asked hesitantly, looking dejected.

"Um, what kind of scent do I have?"

"Eh, what kind of scent..."

I tilted my head and stood in front of Citri, then naturally hugged her lightly.

Her fox ears brushed against my cheek.

"Fweh...⁉"

"Hmm. A gentle, reassuring scent, like the sun."

I smiled and said, then, "Ah, sorry," and stepped back, scratching my cheek.

"While telling Johan not to do it, I ended up doing it myself. That's no good."

"N-no. Brother Ridd is family..."

Citri blushed and looked down.

"I can understand why Lady Fara feels uneasy."

"I think so too."

Tink and Tis, who were watching our interaction nearby, suddenly looked exasperated.

"W-what's with those looks, you two..."

"Nothing, nothing. But Brother Ridd, you might want to learn a bit from Cross."

Tink shrugged as if resigned.

I do respect Cross.

Maybe there's still something lacking.

"Eh, why?"

"If you show more of your devoted husband side, it might reduce misunderstandings."

"Ah, devoted husband, misunderstandings...?"

I was taken aback, not understanding the implication, and Tink and Tis sighed, exchanging glances.

"Why is it that someone called a maverick troublemaker can be so dense?"

"Yeah, yeah. Sensitive to people's feelings, but a bit weak in this area."

"Um, I don't mind, so let's leave it at that..."

Before I knew it, Citri's expression had returned to her usual dignified self.

She then said, "Ah, if we don't hurry, we'll be left behind," and started walking.

Looking ahead, Johan and Amon's backs were getting smaller.

"Ah, true. Let's hurry, everyone."

"Understood."

We  pick the  pace and entered the castle, chasing after the group ahead.

The decorations inside the royal castle, influenced by the Mistina religion, which is said to have been involved in its founding.

There's a sacred atmosphere with white as the base.

The air, or rather the aura, feels pure, and the architecture is majestic.

Even looking at each candlestick on the walls, it feels like they are adorned with decorations inspired by various characters and atmospheres from the Mistina religious texts.

The pillars that appear here and there in the corridors are mostly round in Zubera's royal castle, unlike the square ones in the Empire and Renarte.

The overall structure is rounded.

Different countries and cultures naturally have different architectural philosophies.

This is part of the fun of broadening one's horizons by seeing other countries.

After walking through the castle for a while, Johan, who was leading, stopped in front of a door adorned with dignified and majestic decorations and turned back to us.

"This is the guest room. You are to wait here until the tribal chief meeting begins, as per my mother's message."

"Understood. Thank you for guiding us."

I expressed gratitude on behalf of everyone, and a soldier reached for the doorknob to open it.

"Well, well. If it isn't Lord Amon Grandork."

It was sudden.

Without any sound or presence, a strangely soft and pleasant voice came from behind.