I Became The Servant Who Received The Crown Prince’s Obsession

A ragged breath was briefly rippled into Clyde’s breathing.

 

It was evident that she was persevering with her instincts.

 

The Alpha’s slow bursting beast roar was ferocious. The fact that the voice contained human language was surprising.

 

“Edith, when were you diagnosed as a Beta?”

 

He suddenly asked a question.

 

Clyde’s eyebrows which were slightly raised, stood up sharply. She didn’t understand why he was asking such a question, but she confessed as if overwhelmed by the atmosphere.

 

“It was also decided at an age where temperament was often determined.”

 

“I was ten years old when my first Alpha’s rut came. When exactly was Edith?”

 

She traced the original Edith’s memories. By the time of her possession, Edith didn’t develop any temperament until she was sixteen.

 

People who will become Alpha or Omega often go through their first heat in their early teens and their temperament is determined. Clyde’s rut showed up quite early; and even if it’s late, it’s never over 20 years old.

 

Those who didn’t have a rut were diagnosed by a doctor around the coming-of-age ceremony. Unless something unexpected happens, they will be determined as a Beta.

 

Clyde stared intently at her and waited for her mouth to open, it was too burdensome.

 

She mumbled her answer.

 

“Maybe… twenty years old?”

 

“What’s with that vague thing? When did the doctor confirm it?”

 

Her bewildered eyes rolled. She felt caught off guard.

 

Noticing her hesitation, Clyde urged again without giving her a break.

 

“Edith is twenty years old now. Tell me what month and day the doctor diagnosed it, no, tell me where the clinic is.”

 

The atmosphere’s temperature dropped rapidly, and now he felt more like a judge prying into sin than a beast coming at her.

 

Was this topic worthy of such inquiry? She was uncomfortable with the questions. Though it was not something to hide, she didn’t want to be so angry because of the backlash.

 

“Why do you keep asking? This is my personal matter. Whether I’m a Beta or not, it doesn’t matter as a servant.”

 

“Does it really don’t matter?”

 

When he asked back, the situation was now coming back to her. Edith was speechless and had to curl her lips.

 

The heavy hand on her back was boiling like a fever patient. If it were an Omega, it would be able to help him with his rut, so the temperament was deeply related to him.

 

She couldn’t help it. She had no choice but to tell him the truth.

 

“I haven’t seen a doctor this year. Because I wasn’t sick at all. My temperament is… it’s obvious. If I don’t have any pheromones, I’m a Beta.”

 

There was no room for a second thought.

 

Edith in the original was Beta and is still a Beta now. Therefore, she wrote Beta without hesitation in the application for imperial administration.

  

In this world, Betas were not treated as inferior. The three temperaments have different characteristics and are not superior or inferior. Among them, Beta is a class with all-round capabilities and has a high potential to grow through effort.

 

In fact, Edith liked that she was a Beta. Beta had the largest number of people wherever she went, so it was easy to mix in without hesitation.

 

It felt unpleasant that Clyde was prying into her identity, which she had taken for granted. She was attached to it in her own way because the four years she spent in this world could be considered long.

 

But Clyde’s complexion changed dramatically. I was surprised by opening my eyes to the extent that my bloodshot whites were exposed.

 

“So… does it mean that it’s not decided?”

 

Although medical treatment cost was low, it was excluded because she didn’t want to spend money in vain due to her tight living.

 

“No. I don’t even need to see the doctor.”

 

Edith let go of his hand around her waist and hurriedly backed away. Now there was something more important than arguing.

 

His scorching body temperature and reddish eyes had been bothering her all along. She thought they should stop talking about temperament and put a wet towel on Clyde’s forehead.

 

“Your Highness, please rest. Your condition looks very bad.”

 

Perhaps her firm attitude of drawing the line worked, he clenched his empty hands and silently stayed by the bedside.

 

There was a large bowl of water in the corner of the bedroom. It was equipped to simply wash hands or wipe his face. Edith soaked the towel next to it.

 

He came running as she was about to rinse it clean and squeeze it out.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

“I need some wet towels.”

 

“What are you going to use it for?”

 

Did she have to say it? Of course, she was going to put it on his forehead.

 

“Your Highness seems to have a severe fever….”

 

Clyde’s signature eagle eyebrows rose as if they were flying.

 

He snatched the wet towel from her hand and growled furiously.

 

“Don’t do this.”

 

He must have been angry. He had never said something like this in the past few days since she had been with Clyde.

 

The towel she was trying to squeeze was thrown and floated on the bowl. It was a very wet towel because she wasn’t good at twisting it, but the appearance of floating alone in the water felt different.

 

“What do you mean? Your Highness has a high fever right now.”

 

Edith tried to approach the table, but he blocked it with his body.

 

“Whether my brain melts or not, Edith isn’t here to run errands.”

 

“But…”

 

She was the Crown Prince’s caregiver, but he didn’t even let her touch a wet towel.

 

She was grateful for his determination not to make her work overtime, but she was worried about his body temperature due to the rut’s influence. He sighed briefly when she looked at him with a worried look.

 

Clyde twisted the towel himself, squeezed the water out, and folded it neatly into a square shape.

 

“Is this enough?”

 

She took Edith’s hand and wiped it with a clean towel. He wrapped her wet hands in a towel and gently rubbed them back and forth.

 

The towel she was going to use for Clyde was used to wipe the water off her hands.

 

“Edith. I’m telling you, don’t hold anything in your hands other than paper and pens in this palace.”

 

Was that a little too much? Edith’s position was clearly the Crown Prince’s closest aide and in charge of care.

 

In addition, there may be another case where there were only two of them alone. Whenever that happens, it’s kind of weird if only Clyde does small things.

 

“But there are times when you need it. Just like now.”

 

“Never. I won’t allow it.”

 

He dipped Edith’s hands in the refreshing water and washed them, then wiped her with a wet towel. However, there was a dry towel next to her.

 

He cooled off with cold water and unbuttoned a few more buttons on his shirt. His chest was exposed through the shirt that was split up to the pit of his stomach, but she had to pretend not to see the man’s bare skin. It was hard to tell him to get dressed.

 

Clyde’s condition improved considerably after the atmosphere changed. His rut level was still in jeopardy, but his cognitive abilities have returned to normal.

 

After drinking a cool lemonade together, Edith had nothing to do.

 

“Then can I go out now?”

 

Seeing his mouth raised and his expression looking emaciated, she was convinced that he was well.

 

“Where are you going? Isn’t this your office?”

 

“Pardon?”

 

“It’s still working hours.”

 

Then Clyde tilted his head towards her annex.

 

Did he want her to work in the middle of this mess? The nasty temperament that pissed her didn’t leave this guy.

 

“No, but reviewing the documents in this situation….”

 

“Did I call Edith to prepare wet towels? Or would I call you to pour lemonade? You’ll have to catch up on a few days’ work.”

 

Whoa, he’s a complete viper. A devil. A satan. An incarnation of hellfire.

 

It was true that Clyde prepared lemonade, but it was still too much. Aside from Alpha’s bedroom, where the rut cycle is in full swing, she does the work that has been pushed back. 

 

“No, Your Highness, you need to rest….”

 

Clyde’s fingers twirled and pointed in the direction of her desk.

 

“Does Edith want to rest?”

 

She has no choice but to enter the special room beyond the walls with a pale face.

 

Sitting shabby in front of piled-up policy reports and vast amounts of proposals, Edith had to go through documents she hadn’t opened for days.

 

To ensure there was no room for idleness, Clyde ordered that several proposal files be reviewed like last time. The threat of not being able to go home until it was done followed as a bonus.

 

Was she couldn’t go home again?

 

Where was she going to sleep tonight?

 

Her gaze ran over the clear text on the document, but she thought of Clyde’s comfy bed in her head.

 

The thought made her cheeks turn red. The experience of using the same bed last time and the hardships ahead crossed her mind.

 

‘A bed with two people lying side by side. It’s also with an Alpha, who’s going through a rut cycle.’

 

Clyde kept an eye on her the whole time, excited by the heat.

 

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It was only after she actually experienced how significant the impact of the Crown Prince’s rut cycle on his servants was.

 

Until Clyde returned to his normal condition, Edith had to live in a built-in bed in the bedroom.

 

During the rut period, she served him from start to finish. It was important to stand by the Crown Prince 24 hours a day.

 

Edith was initially absorbed in organizing the report, which was her job, but she didn’t know how thrilled the physician was just because he wasn’t sick alone.

 

However, aside from eating well and resting well, psychologically, they had to remain tight throughout.

 

He was obsessed with attention, so she couldn’t stretch her legs and rest. She was within Clyde’s field of view at every moment, and every move became the subject of attention.

 

He was like a beast that was contemplating whether to devour its flapping prey. She instinctively felt like she shouldn’t approach him. Edith barely survived Clyde’s rut cycle, quivering and nervous.

 

So by the time she finally got home, she was as limp as an earthworm.

 

Even if others say she looked better, it was actually the opposite. It was so messed up that she thought she was entering a new world even though it was smooth on the outside.

 

Fortunately, he used the household affair as an excuse to put off the transition to a servant in the palace for a while. If she lived in the same palace as the Crown Prince, it seemed that Clyde’s annoyance would soon damage her bones.

 

There was one good thing about overcoming a big crisis. Instead of working full-time during the rut cycle, she was given plenty of time off.

 

Edith slept long without dreaming in her humble but comfortable home.

 

She spent time on the mansion’s terrace doing nothing the next day. Because she really wanted to do nothing. In the Crown Prince’s busy palace, only the superiors enjoyed the leisurely time.

 

She roughly wiped one chair without touching the dusty table and sat down. The mansion state, which lacked manpower, was not considered very important.

 

As she dozed off and lost track of time, her rest was interrupted. The servant brought a gold-rimmed envelope on a tray.

 

“What is this?”