Chapter 3 Stupid Prince

There was a wise man who once said that the best way to hide the truth is to cover it with the truth. People thought that Lycaon was a stupid prince, easy to use, and very bad at everything. So that image of himself he had deliberately applied to himself.

It was easy for Lycaon, no need to bother to live up to other people's expectations of him. People already branded him as a stupid prince, so just doing a little 'foolish act' was enough to cheer them up.

Like right now, he was preparing a big gift for his father. He smiled broadly and walked cheerfully towards the man's private room. Behind him is a guard who always faithfully accompanies.

"What do you think?" asked Lycaon as he looked back, glancing at the always serious-looking guard.

"Will dad like my present?" The question is like a 5 year old child who wants to give a birthday present to a friend.

Very innocent and sincere, not forgetting the clear eyes full of happy lightning. The guard only smiled faintly and gave a brief nod.

Lycaon who saw that could only snort.

"You're so talkative!"

After arriving in front of his father's room, he entered without knocking on the door. Just slumped like a child who doesn't know manners.

A moment later, the cheerful face slowly faded. Di looked around, only an empty room, no father.

"Where is she?" His eyes blinked twice. For a few minutes, he just stood, staring at his father's now empty throne.

Lycaon took a deep breath. The gift that was in his arms now he looked at, the eyes were sad. A silk robe with a rose pattern of gold thread he prepared for his father.

"Prince, why are you still here? The king is in the backyard--"

"Oh really? I thought he was playing hide and seek with me." Lycaon laughed. "Yeah, yeah! Dad likes that! He always disappears when I'm going to see him, even when I don't tell him I'm coming."

The guard behind him was silent. However, his mind always felt pity instead of laughing along. No joke was funny if Prince Lycaon made it up. Maybe because he knew it wasn't just a joke. More like pouring out your heart, complaining and the like.

"You want to see him?"

"Yes, of course!" answered Lycaon cheerfully.

They ended up heading to the backyard of the palace where the figure Lycaon wanted to meet was located.

There was the king and his guards who were practicing archery. Often done at leisure like this. There is no definite schedule, it just depends on the mood of the king.

Lycaon came up to him shouting

"Father!"

Due to Lycaon's loud voice, the King's concentration was disturbed and the arrow he launched missed the target board.

"Oh, sorry!" Despite saying that, Lycaon just giggled, not showing any guilt on his face.

Meanwhile, the King was trying not to throw arrows at his own son who was too clumsy. He let out a long sigh before returning to prepare to shoot again. "What do you want?" he asked indifferently.

Lycaon immediately closed the distance, got closer to his father, stood on the right side, then stretched out both hands which contained a gift box from him.

"Here, I have a present for Father."

The king didn't respond right away, he stayed focused on the target board until this time he got a perfect point. Satisfied, he lowered his bow and glanced at his son. "How many times have I told you not to do something stupid like this!" he cried in protest.

"What's wrong with giving gifts to your own parents?"

"I'm not having a birthday."

"Eyy... come on! It's not like I was the first to give it to you." Lycaon laughed again. It's much crisper now than before.

That's right, Lycaon wasn't just once or twice, it was the fifth time he had given the King a gift in one week's time.

"Don't be so rigid with your own child, just take it as a form of my gratitude because you have raised me well."

On the other hand, the king's expression changed. I don't know if it's just a facial line that means understanding or something else. However, what was clear was that the guards knew that Lycaon's words had the opposite meaning.

Those who had lived in the palace for a long time obviously knew about how Lycaon had grown. Affection? Maybe more of a formality as a Prince lives decently in a magnificent palace and without any flaws, of course except attention.

Each of them had their own speculation, which was about their Prince's stupid attitude. There are those who think and believe that Lycaon is not completely stupid and easy to fool, but there are also those who have branded the handsome handsome man with tall, pale skin and naturally red lips as a really stupid Prince.

Despite that presumption, who knows the depths of a person's heart? They are only palace servants there is no authority for them to get involved in the inner conflicts of members of the royal family, unless they are asked to join.

"You'll meet me in my room, won't you? Just put it there, or throw it away."

Unlike the seven-year-old Lycaon, where he was sad and wept bitterly at being kicked out by his own father while wailing in pain. The current Lycaon seemed to have become oblivious to his father's verbal oppression.

"I want to give it directly to Father. How could I leave this gift just to put it in my room, let alone throw it away."

Lycaon shook his head dramatically while moving his pointed index finger left and right alternately.

"You know what your problem is?"

"There's nothing more problematic in my life than myself. Right?" He answered in an enthusiastic tone as if what his father asked was a joke to guess.

"I know, I know!" He waved his hand.

"Father, even though I'm like this, I'm still responsive. Don't underestimate me who you think--ah, you think of me as a fool too."

He looked at everyone who was there.

"Because I am stupid!"

The king clenched his jaw and clenched his fists tightly. Lycaon saw that, but he kept smiling.

"Dad, take this. My hands are starting to tingle."

He whined, looking down at her in pain. Since then his hand is still in the same position.

The King glanced at his guard, aware of the hint, the guard took over the gift, but what happened was that the Prince was playing with him. Lycaon pulled back his own hand to avoid the bodyguards.

"I want you to accept my gift with your own hands."

"Ah, how troublesome!"