How the Prince Makes Friends - Chapter 92



Only Noblemtl

Episode 92

Ella and Ellen lost their parents and lived alone in a small cabin in the woods. Despite their young age, they were both very intelligent and had no trouble getting by. After their parents passed away, they had a hard time, but they were able to endure it because they had each other.

Then one day, they met a wizard who was lost in the forest and they started a relationship. The wizard took pity on the twins who had lost their parents and were living alone, so he visited them often and helped them a lot.

‘Wizard! What did you bring me today? The cookies you brought me last time were really delicious!’

‘Brother, I want to eat the cotton candy you gave me as repayment for the day I got lost in the forest!’

‘Haha, cotton candy, right? But I’m sorry, what should I do? I didn’t bring anything to eat today… … Instead! I’ll teach you a magic trick today!’

‘Wow! Really?’

‘Can we make something shiny like you, hyung?’

‘Okay! Both of you, put out your hands.’

‘ruler!’

‘here!’

‘Even if it hurts a little and feels weird, I have to endure it?’

The little children who innocently reached out their hands, believing that they could use magic, looked forward to being able to use magic, even while enduring the unpleasant feeling of their bodies being torn apart.

The hands of the children who endured the ordeal had a white, shiny pattern engraved on them.

The wizard’s hand also had a white, shiny pattern, although the pattern was different, so the children jumped for joy, wondering if they too could now use magic.

The wizard said that he would be able to use magic the next day and went back to playing with the children until the evening as usual.

And that night, the cabin was raided by strangers, and the children were sold to a slave auction.

The misfortune began from then.

When Ella and Ellen discovered that the marks on their hands were slave marks, they really didn’t want to believe it. No, they couldn’t believe it. They were locked in the cage and screamed over and over again, wondering if something was wrong.

But it turns out that the wizard was a specialist in engrave slave marks, and he had been targeting Ella and Ellen from the beginning.

The reason I kept coming in and out of the house to try to gain favor was to make sure there was a guardian looking after the dog.

Ella and Ellen were put up for auction and sold to a wealthy merchant, but they managed to escape just before the auction ended.

The two drifted into the slums, and with their clever minds and good sociability, they quickly became friends with the children of the slums. Even when they were found out that they had the slave mark, the children said it was okay and played with them.

On the surface.

The children reported the twins, received a high reward, and the two were captured by the thieves.

It was then that the slave mark that had been engraved on the back of his hand was moved to his back.

The man who bought them at the auction house made them wear ridiculous clothes and make them say the same lines, make the same facial expressions and movements, and dance and sing the same songs as their twins in front of many people. If they made even the slightest mistake, the performance would end and they would be hit on the parts that were hidden by the clothes.

Then one day, they were sold to a nobleman who liked their performance for a very high price. The new owner did not let the siblings perform in front of people like their previous owner had.

He was given good food and clean clothes. He was kept in a very pretty cage-like cage until his owner came, but he was never beaten.

Instead, the owner wanted us to be close to each other. It wasn’t that hard to feed each other or change each other’s clothes. It was the same with holding hands or hugging. But the level was getting higher and higher, and when we, as children, started to feel that something was wrong, Ella finally burst into tears.

My sister, who always acted confidently and swore at me without shedding a single tear even when things were difficult, was a great shock to Ellen.

Ellen couldn’t stand it any longer.

That day, that very night when my sister shed tears.

Ellen secretly cut her sister’s hair short while she was sleeping. Then she waited with the hair for the maid who always came secretly at night to give her cookies.

Ellen spoke to the maid, sobbing.

I had a fight with my twin brother today, and while I was sleeping, he cut my hair like this. If the master found out, he would be very angry. Please help me.

The maid who brought the cookies seemed very surprised, but tried to fix it. She spent the night making a wig, however clumsily, and put it on Ellen. The length was a little shorter, but it was enough to fool her master.

Ellen stood facing the mirror, her shoulders squared and her fingers twirling her long hair. Her expression was fresh and her lips were slightly pursed.

From that day on, Ellen decided to become Ella.

Ella woke up and opened her mouth wide to see her cut hair and the wig Ellen was wearing, then burst out laughing as if it was ridiculous.

Even though I cut off my sister’s precious hair, she wasn’t angry at me.

My sister’s messily cut hair caught my eye. I should have cut it a little more neatly.

‘I’m okay. I won’t cry anymore.’

Even if I’m scared, it’ll be okay if it’s you, right? My sister said that with a sly smile, her hands behind her back shaking.

Ellen stared at her sister’s pretty smile for a long time, even with her short hair, before she distorted her face and cried.

‘Sister, I… , I don’t want to. I don’t want to live like this anymore. Run away with me. Okay? Please. I’m too scared alone… . . . ‘

“I hate it so much, I’m scared,” Ellen cried and confessed to her sister.

My kind, kind sister promised me that she would do it even though she knew it was dangerous, and hugged me tightly, saying that they would go through hell together.

The day I decided to run away.

Ellen chose the most extravagant and cumbersome skirt and wore shoes with sparkling jewels. Her wig, braided to the side to make it look especially innocent, was tied with a soft silk cloth.

The oil she had secretly taken from the lantern was transferred to a small perfume bottle and placed in a puffy sleeve with lots of lace, and the matchsticks she had secretly stolen were hidden in her neatly braided hair.

The plan wasn’t grand. Just set fire when you have the chance and run away while everyone is distracted. That was it.

…just on the surface.

Ellen knew that running away was useless. Her sister Ella must have known that too. The magically engraved slave mark had the ability to pinpoint a location, though it wasn’t exact.

They had already escaped before, and had been caught again, so they knew that the mark on their backs would be stronger than before. Even if they were lucky enough to escape, this time they might lose their lives because of the contract engraved on the mark. Even if there was no such contract, it would be difficult to escape and be caught.

Ella… my dear sister promised. She would die with me.

The two dressed up nicely and waited for their master to call them. He always came to see us in the late afternoon and that day was no different.

Ella habitually raised her hand to her head, then hesitated and lowered it, as if she was not used to her short hair. However, when she stood in front of her master, her attitude completely changed as if nothing had happened.

The twins already knew each other so well that it was quite easy for them to impersonate each other.

As expected, the owner didn’t notice at all that the two had switched. Ellen pretended to be Elaine and approached the owner timidly, but she was also very shy.

I double-checked to make sure that the fork that I had secretly taken from my sister was still hidden in the hem of my skirt. When Ellen lifted her skirt slightly to take out the fork, the owner just laughed and tried to look under my skirt.

Sister, I will definitely get you out of this hell.

Thinking about that, Ellen gripped her fork tightly. She had to stab him in the neck or the eye. If she was shallow, it wouldn’t be her damn master who would die, but herself and her sister.

‘You have to succeed in one shot, no matter what.’

Ellen thrust her fork with all her might into her master’s right eye.

‘Ugh!’

Perhaps because he was so nervous, the fork didn’t go in deep and just passed over his eye. The owner groaned in pain and covered his eye with his hand. Blood flowed out of his eye, but that was the end of it.

It failed.

If things continue like this, I won’t be able to survive anyway. If that’s the case, I should at least leave a scar that will last a lifetime.

Ellen thought about that and ran back. The moment the owner was about to shout out to the door, a shout was heard from behind.

‘Ellen, bow down!’

Ellen instinctively fell to the ground. There was a loud thud above her head, followed by the sound of something heavy hitting her.

Ellen stared blankly at her master, who had collapsed with blood pouring from his head, before suddenly turning her head as someone’s hand guided her.

‘What are you doing blankly!’

Ella untied the ribbon tied to her wig, and began to tie up her master’s arms and legs, who was lying strangely down. Fortunately, the guard waiting in the hallway did not hear her. The soundproof wall that had been installed to hide her secret hobby ended up squeezing her master’s neck.

Only then did Ellen come to her senses and take out the bottle of oil or perfume that she had hidden in her sleeve, open the cap, and cover the opening with a handkerchief. Thus, the Molotov cocktail was completed.

Although it was a bit small, it was sufficient for the purpose of simply lighting a fire a little distance away.

Ella, who had tied up her master’s hands and feet, approached the terrace and opened the window slightly. Since the master’s dinner was over and it was time for the servants to eat, only a few guards were walking around outside.

The master’s room was on the top floor of the mansion, so jumping down was out of the question. Ella and Ellen looked at each other for a moment, then began to tear off the curtains, tearing them into long strips and tying them together. They tied the tied curtains tightly to the terrace railing and pulled the blankets over.

And just in case, she hit the back of her master’s head with the vase again. This time, the vase broke, but Ella seemed glad and took a sharp shard of porcelain with her.

Ellen walked up to the terrace, lit a match, waited for the guards to pass, then lit a small Molotov cocktail and threw it as far out as she could.

The small bottle broke without a loud noise.

Thanks to this, the guards didn’t notice it right away. The grass, parched by the dry weather, quickly caught fire and began to burn.

‘Fire!’

The maid who first discovered the fire shouted. The guards and servants who were patrolling moved in unison to bring water. It didn’t take long for the fire to be put out.

Then, a guard discovered a pile of blankets lying outside. Feeling suspicious of the blankets out of nowhere, he looked up and saw a long rope-like thing hanging from the terrace railing, and black smoke was rising from the master’s bedroom.

‘There’s a fire in the master’s bedroom… …!’