Act Gracefully As A Villainous Lady

However, Merriah Rose's ordeal did not remain solely within the school.

"Dear Merriam Rose, you are beautiful today"

"I'm from the Viscount's -"

"Be sure to be in my realm once..."

Once Meliá Rose is at the night club, your sons will finally come, as if they were ants swarming with sugar.

When I was engaged to the prince, this didn't happen.

That would have been nice if we had just had a proper conversation and danced with the prince to the extent that we were sorry.

But not now either.

Your sons and daughters from all over the country gather together to shoot Mary Rose and take her into the Duke and Prince of Maxwell.

I can't even intimidate you to pull in because it's depressing.

Mary Rose, wearing the mask of Reishi's Duke, was constantly being chased to deal with it.

For once, the person's name and family pattern, basic information, etc. are in my mind, but I'm really distracted.

He managed to put a grin on his face and had a conversation to the point where he wouldn't be rude... and those who were gathered at Merriah Rose paved the way.

This would mean that something came that was more of an identity than we were.

Who the hell was that, and Melia Rose pulled herself together and circled her eyes at the person who showed up.

"Hey, long time no see, Merriam Rose"

"Well, Master Pascal!?

- Pascal, a man of the Duke of Spencer's house.

He is a long-haired beautiful man with bright blonde hair, not as much a prince as Prince Ulysses, but a coveted prince of the daughters of the King's Capital.

The year is several above Merriah Rose, graduating from school and already serving the court.

For some time now, I've been traveling to neighbouring countries...

"I'm surprised, if I thought I heard you say you were engaged to the prince, I can't believe it was an act to push the prince's back"

"Well, that's embarrassing."

Covering her face with a fan as she pretended to be illuminated, Meliá Rose managed to fix it that she was about to flatter her face.

Between those of the same high nobility, Meliá Rose and Pascal have faced each other many times before.

That's why Melia Rose knew so well about Pascal.

He's... no better than Bertram, he's a feminine!

We always bring different women in social settings, and we have accidentally encountered the scene of an encounter.

That's why Melia Rose was so bad at this guy named Pascal.

I'm sorry I haven't seen your face for a while, but you finally returned home...

Pascal came all the way to the sight of Meliá Rose, wiggling her people-loving smile.

Your sons around you just don't have the courage to defy the Duke's man, and they seem to be watching his trends.

"Meliá Rose... you look so beautiful"

"Oh, there's nothing to praise."

"I mean it. You were as beautiful as a piece of art from a small place, but you were more and more polished."

Pascal mumbled Merriam-Rose's hair with one hand.

A twirl rose from your princes and ladies watching around you, and MerriaRose pulled herself away one step, pretending to be ashamed.

- No way this guy, I've been in range too......!?

Pascal is a sloppy man for a woman.

But the subject was narrowed down to "women" from the time she made her social debut, and she didn't seem so interested in young girls, including Merriah Rose.

So until now, Merriah Rose has never had his poisonous teeth...

"How about a song to celebrate the reunion?

Of course, I guess you don't even think fine dust will turn you down.

Pascal's laughter was marked by a sense of leeway and… superiority towards his surroundings.

... I guess I'll say no here and shame him.

That's what Meliarose thought, knowing several of the warrants that made him cry, but then a crack would run between the Dukes of Maxwell and Spencer.

Whatever it takes. That would be bad.

I had no choice but to take his hand as Merriah Rose pretended to be happy.

I'm just used to women, and his escort was brilliant.

Not only is it polite, but it also unfortunately demonstrates something colorful that makes a woman look like someone else.

"Merriam Rose, take a look. Everybody's looking at us."

She was whispered in her ear as she moved her face closer than she needed to, and Mary Rose managed to see her face about to flatter.

This man is more skilful than ever, such as holding him in the guise of an accident from time to time.

Though I'm glad because I know his nature, Merriam Rose, if an intolerable courtier were to behave like this to a conspicuous princess, she would soon fall for it.

Bearing in mind that it would be over soon......, Meliá Rose had even changed her expression to a smile that seemed to draw attention to her beloved chami.

"You look really pretty. There were plenty of beautiful women in other countries, but I'm sure there's no one in line for you."

"Oh, that won't happen. I often hear rumors about beautiful princesses that we all work with."

"Just rumors. Actually, it's no big deal. Compared to that, you..."

Pascal's oral complaints also seemed to flow from right to left.

Anyway, I guess I'm saying the same thing to every other person.

In such cold thoughts, during several turns, paler blondes than those of Pascal are reflected in Merriah Rose's vision.

It was a familiar colour of Meliá Rose.

"... Willem"

"Hmm? Did I say something?

Pascal talked to me about something, but it didn't get into Meliá Rose's ear anymore.

That color was, no doubt, the color of Willem's hair.

I have not heard that he will be attending this evening's party. Willem was the Count's third son, and he didn't seem to like these nightclubs very much either, which he hardly ever encountered on these occasions.

- How could Willem...

I don't know how he's coming to the club today, but suddenly there's a rush on Merriah Rose's mind.

For some reason, he doesn't want to be seen dancing close to Pascal like this.

Willem across the crowd walks farther and farther with his back to Merriah Rose.

- Wait, don't go...!

No more about Pascal or anything else out of consciousness, and Melia Rose was desperately following that back with her eyes.

And as soon as the song was over, Melia Rose rushed right out.

"Sorry, I found someone I know...!

"Melia Rose!"

I heard Pascal's clasp from behind, but Merriah Rose kept running without looking back.

Willem keeps going and seems to have left the venue.

Melia Rose also managed to find that back when she jumped out of the venue in a hurry.

"Willem, wait!

Without knowing how she could be so desperate herself, Meliá Rose ran over to him and accidentally stuck to that arm.

"Willem, why are you here?"

"What?"

Willem looks back at Meliá Rose as surprised.

As soon as I saw that face, Melia Rose was stunned.

".................. Huh?

The color of my hair and my face did look a lot like Willem's.

But... if you look closely, he wasn't Willem.

I would be in my twenties or so in my years.

It belongs to a grown man with a slightly more adult face than Willem and a better body.

- No way, different person!?

The colour of your hair alone makes you different, you get familiar and cling to your arms, etc... whatever you think, as a lady, it's a disappointing behavior.

Melia Rose was embarrassed at once when she realized what was going on, and in an instant the heat gathered on her cheek.

"Also, I'm sorry, I...!

"Um... Miss Mary Rose from the Maxwell family, right?

He called his name, and when Mary Rose looked up... the young man stared at Mary Rose with gentle eyes without anger.

She smiles gently with a face very similar to Willem's, and Merriah Rose gets unexpectedly squeaky.

"Do you know me?

"Yes, because you are famous. Besides, my brother told me."

"Brother...?

That means maybe...

In front of the pompous Meliá Rose, the young man tried to grace the perfect knight.

"Nice to meet you, Master Merriah Rose. Willem's brother, Anselm Herschel."