If I look up at Addy, he stares back at me like he asks me what's wrong with my rusty eyes. It's a dramatic look somewhere, because I'm sure I saw the color of anxiety in Mary's eyes.
"... Hey, Addy"
"What's going on?
"What if... what if we're talking about? What if Alicia wasn't a princess..."
"Your daughter?
Addy peeks into Mary's words, which turned from a voice color cut off against the maid earlier to a weak tone.
Rusty eyes stare at me. Still, the anxiety in her chest did not stop, and Mary distracted herself from her gaze to escape.
Now it's hard to even get Addy's gaze.
Do you think we've come this far to talk about this now?
If I can't go back, will they say what I'm lost in?
Would I be disappointed if I didn't seem to notice something like fright in the earthen pit......
But now he's trying to challenge the Council with the Albert family's name on his back. When you front the various doors, your hand to knock on the pressure stops moving.
I'm not going to mention that any more now, such as the knowledge of the games I played in my previous life. That was already a thing of the past, rather an uninvolved memory of Mary from the edge.
Now as Mary Albert, I am here with my own thoughts.
... That's why I'm anxious.
Seeing how Mary felt like that, Addy muttered, "That's right," in some prolonged voice. Contrary to Mary's tone, which exudes anxiety gushing in his chest, his attitude floats much.
"If Alicia wasn't a princess, the Alberts would have taken up a false princess."
"Oh, right... it's a big sin..."
"Yes, all responsibility will be borne by the lady who has the authority to be the master."
"Responsibility…. Right, I'm to be held accountable... Maybe we can sin and let it fall..."
If Mary raised her sad voice, she gently placed her hand on her shoulder so that Addy could forgive her. If I'm wrapped around my shoulder with big hands, I feel a little warmth.
Encouraged by that hand, Mary slowly looked up at him. Rusty eyes stare calmly.
That's how Addy told me:
"Then you'll achieve your grief."
It was an unusual word for this occasion and for the current situation.
Mary unexpectedly rounds her eyes properly. "Sadness?" What a dumb thing to say about a potpourri and a spilled voice.
But even as Mary is rounding her eyes, Addy is flat, and on the contrary, she says like she's happy. Besides, "it's been so long" or "finally," isn't it as if Mary had hoped for a long fall?
"... Addy?
What do you mean? And Mary stares at him wonderfully.
In contrast, instead of explaining it, Addy gave Mary a freaking look at what she was talking about. He flaunts his shoulder and even says, "What is it now?"
"If Alicia wasn't a princess in this case, your daughter would be held accountable as an Albert family representative. But the Alberts themselves should be blamed for their loyalty to the country."
"Oh, yeah..."
To Addy's explanation, Mary, who still can't grasp the whole story, just gives it back with a simple gavel and a cocky nod.
But Addy is right, if Alicia is concluded to be a fake princess in this case, the Alberts are supposedly responsible for the fake princess. That responsibility would be imposed on Mary, who went to the Council as the principal. Being authoritative means standing on the arrow at times of need.
Even so, nothing was malicious towards the country. "The Alberts supported both sires and false princesses because of their patriotism," he said. "Mary has acted too friendship with false princesses," and explaining so should lighten the blame on the house itself.
The most famous family in a country that is not another, if easily crushed, the aftermath will resonate to the outside of the country rather than the country at home.
I'm not sure what the plotter is making a victory condition in this case, but I wouldn't exactly be aiming until the complete fall of the Albert family. You should decide that shredding authority is enough.
"The authority of the Albert family is shredded and your daughter is to blame.... and then"
"What if I do?"
"The land of the north has its ancestors, so we can both be banished to the island of the south."
Hey, and Mary, who was listening to me sneerily, rounded her eyes to Addy's words, who said it was like a name.
The land of the north, the island of the south...
Then he said, "The two of us are banished."
But if you look at what he's trying to say, the confusion, tension and anxiety that was gushing in Mary's chest will melt in an instant, and even create room to spill a laugh all the time.
Surely he is right, if Alicia fails to prove herself to be a real princess, the Alberts will be blamed and Mary will bear the blame.
Isn't that exactly the fall itself that Mary once wanted?
Then why should I be afraid?
"Well, come on down to the southern island."
"Yes, of course."
Addy responds happily that Mary's book is finally back on track.
Pushed back by his calm eyes like that, Mary slammed the door with determination as she clenched her fist all the way.
Once upon a time, Mary attended a council just like she is now.
... but that's not Mary's will, it's a far cry from formal attendance. He was forced to attend the council to explore the identity of Alicia, who had the royal seal of wax, taken out by her intending mother, Carrell.
But not now.
My mother didn't bring me to the royal palace. I got into the carriage at my will properly and got here. I'm not a helpless lady in the wrong place, I'm legitimately qualified.
And not like then...... I have a proper friendship for Alicia.
I wouldn't even be able to imagine myself at that time when I was looking to fall.
When I walked indoors, most of them were already seated and the interior was quiet with Shin. But Mary's appearance gives rise to a slight twitch.
Those who have a surprised look at Mary's entry, those who have not yet seen Mary and yet the Lord looks for somewhere and what she looks like, those who are flabbergasted to believe it...... Everyone stares half-heartedly, but no one talks to Mary about whether she's going to pinch an extra mouth.
Among other things, he found Patrick rounding his eyes saying he was surprised, and Mary smiled small. "Shall I wave at you," he suggests to Addy in a joke mix, and he clasps his shoulders and says, "Stop."
"Because you rarely see Patrick's face like that. That perfect prince wears bean cannons, too."
"The bean cannon was fired by your daughter... Anyway, let's sit down as adults. I'm finally standing nervous."
While hissing such a conversation, the maid guides you indoors.
I have to say it's a boulder because Patrick makes his expression Rin in the meantime. Blue eyes with determination and readiness are more masculine than usual, looking to those who sit opposite each other.
Next to him like that... and Mary turned her gaze and took a small breath.
I have Alicia.
Sitting in a chair in a standing position, he looks straight ahead to those who doubt him. Purple eyes appear clearer than usual, and golden thread hair is illuminated and beautifully radiant with indoor lights. The dark blue piece makes her feel simple but clean, making her hair shine more beautiful.
I'm just sitting there looking forward. Neither flatter nor expose your anger. Even so, its appearance is graceful, and it has an unspeakable sense of intimidation. The more in front of you, the more barometric Mary could be.
That's the princess Piercing Loch.
Yes, Mary shrugged in her heart, then laughed invincibly.
I'm here bearing the Albert family name, and I have trouble if she doesn't challenge me with the right character.
With that in mind, when Mary got to the seat she was led with Addy, one of the indoors talked in a low voice, "This is..." Those eyes are asking for an explanation as to why Mary gets to her seat.
No, I rather understand it without having to be explained, but you want a proper word. Nanaka and Mary also laughed calmly and took the pocket watch out of her jacket chest pocket.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I'll be there today."
"Really...... We were just wondering if your father would be attending."
"Don't worry, I've discussed it with my father. My opinion is the Albert family."
Clearly, he said he was here, not my father. Mary complains that she is sitting in the chair where the Albert family owner should arrive, carrying her family name.
I'm sure this story will instantly reach out to the social community. Maybe it shocks the social community as much as Princess Alicia's authentic and fake ending.
Mary shrugged in her heart that she was going to be tailored to talk about beauty again. The next stage performance could be a success story where a broken warrant in love wakes up to the family business to get a housekeeper.
But that's funny, too.
That's what Mary thought, exhaling deeply once, challenging the deliberations to begin with the facilitator's cough.