Mystic Eyes of Death Perception from Zero

*Knock knock*

"Princess, are you awake?"

It was already nighttime. Graham, fulfilling his duty as a knight, walked to Priscilla's bedroom door and knocked lightly twice.

"Come in."

From behind the door, Priscilla's melodious voice came through. Graham then turned the doorknob, opened the door, and walked in.

"Yo, good evening, Princess."

As soon as he entered, he saw Priscilla lying on the completely red bed, staring at him.

The entire room was filled with red decorations, all proving her preferences.

After observing the room, Graham focused his gaze on the beautiful Priscilla, staring at her intently.

Before he could take a good look, Priscilla suddenly reprimanded him in a stern tone, "Where did you go just now? Didn't you hear me calling you?"

"Oh, you mean that? I just took a walk around the mansion and then met Baron Leip, who insisted on chatting with me. I couldn't refuse."

"Hmph~ You are my knight, not that old man's knight. But since it's your first offense, I'll forgive you this time. Don't let it happen again!"

Priscilla glared at him, then withdrew her gaze and continued what she was doing, reading a book.

No, on closer inspection, it wasn't a book, but various documents about the territory of Barielle.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment. Graham, feeling helpless, couldn't help but complain, "Say, Princess, old man Leip is your nominal husband right? So, it's only polite for me to give him some face, isn't it?"

Upon hearing this, Priscilla snapped the documents shut and shot him a sharp, piercing glare, "That's why I said don't let it happen again! And Graham! Don't take my leniency for granted. If you keep whining, you can get out!"

Seemingly annoyed by the interruption, Priscilla looked displeased.

"But, Princess, you specifically allowed me to speak to you..."

Graham's words were met with an angry glare from the young lady, but after thinking for a moment, she put down her work and looked at him with her arms crossed.

"Hmph, speak."

It seemed she remembered the matter. Graham smiled slightly and said, "Here's the thing, just now, Baron Leip suggested that I work together with him as his spy. As a reward, once that Royal Selection or whatever is over, he would give me the princess in her entirety."

"Hmph! Foolish! That old relic only has such petty tricks up his sleeve!" Priscilla snorted, a mocking smile appearing on her lips.

"You don't seem surprised at all," Graham pointed out.

"I'm not just extremely beautiful, Graham; my observation skills, sense of smell, and even hearing are superior to others. Not to mention, this is my domain, just like my own backyard. If I want to hear the footsteps of a mouse or the fluttering of an insect's wings from 10 rooms away, these sounds will naturally come to my ears."

"You're treating the entire estate as your own. Is that really okay? If Baron Leip heard that, he'd probably cry his eyes out!"

"If that old relic wants to cry, he can cry himself to death for all I care. I won't interfere," Priscilla didn't even lift her head, her tone full of arrogance and disdain for Baron Leip. Yet, in her haughty demeanor, there was a unique charm.

"By the way, Princess, aren't you curious about my decision? What the baron offered is quite tempting for me after all."

"Hmph, it's only natural that a commoner like you would be infatuated by my world-shattering beauty. So I forgive you. To fall at my feet is your honor! It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Alright, I'm already at your feet, Princess. As a reward, could I touch your long legs?"

As Graham spoke, his gaze wandered over her body. This beauty, he didn't want to give it up to anyone.

"The world was made for me, so everything about me, including these legs, is a rare treasure! Graham, you are my knight, so as long as you submit to my charm and keep your eyes on me, that's sufficient~"

Priscilla switched the leg she had crossed and continued, "If you wish to touch these legs, which are like rare treasures, then you must offer something of equal value in return...

A commoner like you, trying to obtain such rare treasures without any effort? Even with my vast generosity, I can't possibly forgive that! It would be the most severe desecration of me, and you would deserve to be beheaded!"

"No way, beheading? Princess, that's too unfair to me," Graham replied, feeling powerless to argue.

And comparing herself to a rare treasure—she's really full of herself.

"Fool, I am always fair to everyone. If you feel I'm being unfair to you, it's only because you haven't put in the effort. To shift the blame onto me is utterly foolish," Priscilla's beautiful eyes glared at him, and her gaze grew increasingly displeased.

"Yes, yes, I understand, Princess."

Graham waved his hand, indicating that he got the message. He sensed that if he upset her further, he would definitely be thrown out of the bedroom.

But her words were clear: if he wanted to admire her legs, which were like 'rare treasures', he had to put in the effort.

In the end, it was about pleasing her.

True affection is hard to retain, only by clever strategy can one win the heart. With this in mind, various schemes to deal with Priscilla began to flash wildly in his mind...