Eleonora waits for her father, stepmother and half-sister in the main hall to go to the ball with her, but she is a strange being here in the Duke's house.
It was gorgeous, beautiful, smarter and quieter than anyone else.
His father, Dmitry, who succeeded the Duke of Plupreus, was a trio in the first place and was not raised as a successor. Furthermore, it was badly spoiled by being a youngest child who was separated from his age, and after dropping out of the academy, he spent time studying at home and abroad.
Such a Dmitry is now dominated by the Duke because his eldest son fell ill and his second son died successively in the war.
His mother, Eleonora's grandmother, was very anxious to marry a well-educated woman who was apparently not the Duke's main vessel. The woman is Emilia, Eleonora's mother.
Emilia, who was financially challenged but was raised in the right family, was to marry the Dmitry regardless of her will.
Emilia, who was to take over the Duke's house in place of her son, received an education as Duchess from her aunt, but it was very harsh. Originally, the husband who is supposed to be responsible does nothing, and even his mistress. Even after her aunt died, Emilia couldn't forgive her.
Emilia's short marriage can hardly be described as happy. Even after his death, he was never looked after.
The little portrait of Emilia, which was supposed to be in the hall, was removed sometime, and everyone is forgetting her presence. Eleonora was never forgotten, and she stared at the place where the portrait was.
"I don't want you standing around like a street prostitute."
And my stepmother and half-sister laughed at Eleonora's bright red dress, which was popular among prostitutes.
(This red bell, I didn't prepare it. Basically, why does your nobleman know about the hooker fashion?
But no matter what you say, and above all, it takes time for Eleonora to talk without accenting, so she concealed her mouth with a fan and sighed.
(Too much trouble. I don't want to go, either. It's much more fun to play properly!
Eleonora looked sad and rode in the carriage with them. When you pass through the suburban noble Mansion and enter the Imperial City, you will see a large castle. The castle is where the ball is held and where Emperor Alexei lives.
(You can always look at the castle!
Located on a hill in the middle of the Imperial Capital, the castle was not a chalk castle, but a solid grey stone building, originally a castle fortress. A few generations ago, the emperor lived in a palace not in the castle, but a little off the capital, and the luxurious palace with its vast gardens is much more modern, gorgeous and luxurious than the old castle.
"Mother, that palace would have been nice. Because this castle is creepy."
I see. There used to be dance parties in the palace for days, but since the emperor changed, those kind of nightclubs have disappeared. Antiimperialists are being executed more and more. What if the fearsome demon emperor sees Sofia dyed? "
Father joins mother and child conversations.
"Ha ha ha. Don't worry about it. My Duke of Plupreus is a birth emperor. If it's cute, Sofia, the demon emperor will be boneless."
"Well, Sofia would be good for the Mother of Nations."
Eleonora knows that her father, Dmitry, did nothing and therefore did not become an anti-imperialist.
The anti-imperialist nobles were much more capable than the Dmitry, so they were greedy. And the intention to make the emperor a puppet was returned to the current emperor.
(Still, was this family okay? Your Majesty has to be honored when you talk to your family. Your Majesty's name is Alexei Grachies Willides. Twenty-seven years old. It's a lot different from Ola.
Dmitry called out as Eleonora blurred as she watched the scenery from the window. Looking at him, he lays his arms around his eyebrows.
"Eleonora, never pull Sofia's foot. You really have the same hair and eye color on your mother's face, and it's an absolutely abominable and unpleasant existence."
That woman is about her mother, Emilia. They don't call Emilia by her name.
Eleonora nods silently.
And the carriage went into the castle.