Talia smacked her own lips when she realized what she had just blurted out. "Dear heaven! I’m so sorry, Your Majesty!" She bowed her head again and again, terrified that the Beast King might actually cut her head off for being so rude.
Edmund sat stiffly in his chair, looking helpless as his eyes kept darting toward Primrose. [Wife... what do I do?] he asked her in his mind, sounding a little panicked. [What if she gets even more scared if I talk?]
After staying in Illvaris for three days, Edmund had come to a painful conclusion: humans became afraid the moment they saw him, even when he did absolutely nothing.
Even though he had already shown everyone in the Duke’s manor that he had a very good relationship with his wife, some of the manor staff still flinched every time he spoke to them.
Because of that, he started to think that his voice sounded so horrible it made people afraid of him.
On the other side, Primrose gently patted his hand a few times, as if silently telling him not to worry.
"It’s fine, Miss Talia," Primrose finally said, smiling to ease the tension. "We know you didn’t mean anything bad, so you don’t have to feel guilty."
Before Talia could respond, Primrose added, "It’s been so long since I last ate here. Could you recommend some cakes and pastries for me? I must have missed a lot of your new creations."
Talia often made "monthly cakes and pastries"—special items that were only served during that particular month before being replaced by new ones. Primrose used to try all of them every month, but ever since she left Illvaris, she never had the chance to taste them anymore.
"O-of course!" Talia straightened her back and smiled brightly the moment Primrose mentioned her cakes and pastries. "I just made a few new ones for this month, but they’re still in the oven. Is it alright if you wait a little?"
Primrose nodded. "That’s fine. We’re not in a rush."
The auction would probably end in about two to three more hours, especially since there would be breaks in between the event, so they didn’t need to return to the auction house that quickly.
Besides, the auctioneer would never think they ran away since they were Lazarus’s family.
"What if I make this bakery empty?" Edmund asked once Talia walked away from their table.
Primrose raised an eyebrow. "Because you’re here? Oh, husband, our table is hidden from the others." She added, "They can’t see you from outside anyway, and it would be embarrassing for them to walk away after already stepping inside."
Primrose’s words made sense, so Edmund didn’t say anything more.
She then reached for his hand. "What’s wrong? You already shocked everyone by spending more than one million gold coins today, so I don’t think anyone’s brave enough to talk badly in front of you now."
To be honest, even if he didn’t show off his wealth, no one would dare openly insult the Beast King. At most, they would whisper in their heads, and Primrose would be the one hearing it, not Edmund.


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