Curse the Mainframe! 243 He Failed, You Know?

Alistair and Alec had come to reluctant terms regarding their partnership, but while they had agreed to work together, that didn't mean that they trusted each other fully.

As such, both of them were going to keep an eye on each other, accompanying each other during the day.

Which also meant that even when day broke, Alistair was still inside Alec's room.

The crazy princess, Ophelia, disregarded all her etiquette when she barged into Alec's room, only to find her brother and Alec's face close together, Alistair leaning over Alec and kissing – or so it appeared from the angle she saw them.

She fainted again, and Alec let out a snort, surprising Alistair. He looked at the younger man with appraisal in his eyes.

Alistair looked at Alec with amusement. "I'd have thought that you'd be nicer to women, seeing how you come across."

Alec just smiled at Alistair, as if he had no idea what the prince was talking about.

Alec deposited the princess back in her room, not bothering with a seal this time.

The more she saw and the quicker she experienced it, the sooner he'd be able to slip from her grasp.

Alistair's end goal was to take over for the throne – at least, that was what Alec himself inferred, but he had yet to hear anything along those lines from Alistair's mouth.

Yet, the other was quite willing to feed him the information about the royal family's plans on the future attack on the Neil Clan.

Alec was rightfully suspicious, and Alistair knew it as well, if the smirk on his face was anything to go by.

"Half an hour," Alistair said considerably, leaving Alec's room.

The moment he stepped out, his demeanour completely changed, reverting back to the same decadent prince that he portrayed himself as.

Alec clicked his tongue.

The other's transformation was nothing short of amazing. Alec didn't think he was able to do that. Even keeping up this gentle mask had taken years of practice, and he wasn't able to let it go so simply like the other.

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All eyes were on Alec and Alistair, the unlikely duo, and the rumours that were flying around about them had spread at a rapid and frantic pace amongst the nobility circles, and so many girls were cursing the entire Rhys Royal Family for daring to put their hands on Alexander.

Not only had the princess done so, the prince had also snuck into Alexander's bedroom?

Many womenfolk in the nobility circles that regarded Alexander as a pure spot in the filth in their circles were devastated now that Alexander had 'lost his purity'.

Alec's lips twitched a little when he heard the whispers and talk from outside the room, which was not missed by Alistair's keen eyes.

"Hey… I've been thinking about this for a while, but are you able to hear the conversation outside as well?"

Alec turned calm eyes to Alistair. "No."

Alistair smirked, his eyes contemplative. "You can."

"I can," Alec admitted freely. He could see that the other man wouldn't budge in his belief no matter what he said, so he might as well admit it now.

"Interesting… so, what are they saying?" Alistair said, crossing his legs, and his personality was exactly like how Alec remembered it was like in the sect, so much so that Alec felt a sense of déjà vu.

He supposed that this was the first prince's real identity. Or was it yet another mask that he wore easily?

Alistair noticed his look. "Ah, are you wondering about this? Yeah, the sect is more like my home than the palace," he said casually, as if he wasn't talking about something so fundamentally important to Alec's understanding of him. "But enough of that. What rumours about us are going around?"

Alec raised a brow. "Things like us being a couple, us doing naughty stuff in this private room, 'Alexander' having been tainted…"

Alistair chuckled, leaning back on the sofa. He looked completely relaxed, but even then, his actions carried a subtle sort of grace like it was his natural actions instead of being anything fabricated.

It was a far cry from his usual sloppy act, and Alec was sure that many ladies would lose their mind over him if he acted like this in public.

Alistair hadn't been able to properly relax with all those second-generation wastes hanging around him and partying away, but since it was part of his image, he couldn't just kick them away like that.

But now he finally had the perfect opportunity to do just that with Alec's help.

He wanted badly to go back to the sect, but the empress would become too suspicious if he was away for long.

The two sect members sat in comfortable silence – well, one of them sat in comfortable silence.

Alec, on the other hand, was listening to the rumours about both of them growing more and more outlandish. There was a quirk to his lips as he thought that their imagination was wonderfully detailed.

Then, his eyebrow twitched a little when he realized that he felt a very familiar magical signature approaching him.

He also heard cries from the staff outside.

"Sir, you cannot come in here! Sir, please!"

"Guards!"

Alec's lip twitched.

"Sir! Sir! Sir, I repeat, you cannot be in here!"

The cries from the workers here were obviously being ignored, if he knew Dominique.

He could also feel Thea's signature, but she was keeping scarce. She'd shot him a look earlier when he entered the place with the first prince.

The door open and shut behind them, causing Alistair to raise a brow as his posture immediately changed.

Exactly who was so bold to enter a prince's room without any warning?

With the sloppy smile painted on his face, his eyebrows shot up when he saw a famous – or rather, infamous face in the sect.

Alistair slunk out of the room, quietly taking care of the panicking employees outside of the room, their faces completely pale when they saw that the infamous first prince had come out of the room.

The first prince waved them off and they thanked him while apologizing profusely.

Alistair let himself back into the room, resuming his previous position, disregarding the glare that was focused on him.

It was Dominique Falren, the sect leader's son. Not only was he a Sin, the other man didn't have any regard for authority whatsoever, so he was always challenging the elder's orders, so many sect members stayed away from him because he was a loose cannon.

He'd heard rumours that the Sin had taken to following Alec around, but he hadn't actually thought it was the truth.

Yet, when the other appeared here in the middle of Rhys City without any rhyme or reason, what other reason could it be?

The way he looked at Alec changed a little.

Alec privately thought to himself that at least Dominique hadn't actually broken into the palace to find him.

He'd be hard-pressed to talk his way out of that one.

The other wasn't stupid by any stretch – he was a Main Character, after all, but like other Main Characters, he also possessed characteristics that meant he didn't care about anything as long as they were in the way of his goal.

"Mini."

"Boss!" Dominique turned purple fanatical eyes towards his boss.

"Boss?" Alistair said, raising a brow.

Dominique's eyes narrowed into a deeper glare, his eyes sweeping up and down Alistair's form. "Who are you?" Why was someone else interrupting their reunion?

Alistair felt a bit speechless. Why was it that neither Alec nor Dominique knew who he was? He was actually rather famous in the Heavenly Ascension Sect! Right? At least, he thought he was?

Then again, it was also rather refreshing having this sort of reaction to him. Both his identities were usually recognized be it in the streets or in the sect.

Alistair's eyes flashed, and he pulled Alec closer to himself, slinging his arm over Alec's neck. He felt like stirring a bit of mischief.

"I'm Alexander's lover, haven't you heard the rumours?"

It wasn't anything over the line, but a dagger immediately flew at him, the hostility and killing intent filling the air.

Alistair clicked his tongue, deflecting the dagger, his eyes widening a little when he felt the force of it. The other man was really trying to kill him. He was a prince, you know? A prince!

Alec actually rolled his eyes, thankful that the OOC option was no longer applied to him. "Don't bully my subordinate."

Dominique shot a smug look at him, and Alistair made an indignant sound.

"He just tried to kill me, you know," Alistair said dryly.

Alec shrugged. "He didn't succeed."

Dominique scowled.

Chapter end

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