"I'm happy with how your father and mother feel, because I've already made up my mind. Besides, if you can do whatever I want, that's what makes dresses. Let me also like not making dresses. Because, as I said earlier at important nightclubs and such, I intend to renovate my dress. I promise I won't let your fathers scratch their shame."
Strictly speaking, it's all about spending what you need and what you don't need.
I am now fifteen, but if I become sixteen, I will be able to make my social debut and attend a royally-sponsored nightclub.
Royally-sponsored nightclubs are more or less once every three months.
About the time I attend, I'm thinking about making a dress.
It's been new every week so far. With that in mind, I thought maybe this much would be forgiven.
You can't overdo it, but you have to hang the money where you hang it.
I am the fiancée of the First Prince and will undoubtedly attend every royally-sponsored night club. At that time, always in the same dress, my father makes fun of everyone.
So I've been trying to stick with this place the way I've always been.
"Really...? If that's all you need."
My father snorted when he listened to me and was convinced at first. I mimic it, and my mother snorts.
"If that's what you want, I won't stop you. But you can stop it whenever you want. I don't want you to have patience. Because she's a pretty girl."
"Thank you. Yeah, the debutant dress is going to make something satisfying."
To be clear, my father and mother nodded satisfactorily.
I can finally finish talking there. Luke's been sneaking up on me.
"- Good day, lady. But did you really mind?
"Shut up, Luke. I said it was good, so it's good. Or what? You disagree with what I've decided?
"No."
Staring, he narrowed his eyes and grinned.
"I'm your butler. I don't object to your desire to do so."
"Yeah, that's fine."
Tung, turn that way. Luke nodded "Yes," and stepped back. But there are signs of laughter.
Absolutely, my butler gets in trouble.
But I never hated such trivial interactions that have been common lately.
Finish your meal and go to the library. I usually go straight back to my room, but I kind of wanted to stop by.
The library is on the ground floor and houses many books held by the Duke's house. There are, of course, books about difficult territorial management and precious books left by old scholars, but they also contain books with stories.
There are many romance novels and this seems to be my mother's hobby, but I was also made to read it.
I tried to read one of those books today, and I followed Luke to the library, but there was a customer there today.
My two brothers. We met earlier in the dining room, Victor Beltran and Hugo Beltran.
They're in a completely different part of the library, and they don't look like they're talking to each other.
Sigh into the sight of the usual.
My youngest brother doesn't, but my oldest brother hates us and doesn't try to talk.
My oldest brother.
Victor Beltran.
Just like me, blonde blue eyes. I'm twenty years old this year, and I'm impressed with the cold atmosphere and glasses.
He serves in the castle and is primarily a civilian responsible for legal relations.
He's good enough to be rumored to be a minister in the near future.
Such a brother, he used to not, but he doesn't talk to his younger brother, me, and his parents except the minimum he needs.
My brother always sees us with a harsh eye that just tells him to stay away, and we can hardly talk to our brother.
Especially since my brother seems to hate me furiously, and he still looks at my face and doesn't like it. You don't have a choice in the dining room, but you didn't want to see me until you didn't have to?
……
Think just a little.
Usually I would have made a U-turn as soon as I saw my brother. I don't hate my beautiful brother, but he hates me. I don't like to get close.
But I remember what Al taught me.
he said. "Villain Warrant Lady" is often hated by families and servants, he said.
Luke probably shouldn't hate me anymore, no, at least now.
But when it comes to this, my older brother, I can assure you that he hates me.
- Isn't that the first thing you need to do?
At some point, my brother hated me, so I don't know what caused it. But if that didn't happen back in the day, there's got to be some kind of hang-up.
I need to manage to improve my relationship with my brother.
Otherwise, Miss Villain Warrant.
……
Imagine, I shivered too much of my fear. That's how I make up my mind and talk to my brother.
If you think you're going to be a 'villain's warrant', you're over a hundred times more likely to talk to your brother.
"... Brother Victor"
Get a little closer to your brother and hang up.
You didn't think I was coming by, my brother looked surprised. But there is still disgust in those eyes.
"... what can I do for you"
"Oh, no, not that I need anything in particular..."
"If you need anything, stay away from me. It's unpleasant."
My brother closed the book in his hand with a bang, and when he glared at me, he left the library early enough.
"... I failed."
"Shouldn't we at least have made some errands?
From Luke, too much advice flies in now. I looked back at Luke who was behind me and told him.
"What's an errand? I have no business with my brother."
"I guess that's true, but the lady wanted to speak to Lady Victor, didn't she? Then I think I needed to build a lot of errands."
"A twist..."
"It doesn't matter what it is if it's going to be a cut of the story. Yes... for example, why don't you ask Viktor a question about the book he's been reading?"
Sure, it's not a bad topic. But there was a big problem.
"Your brother's book doesn't make sense to me."
"... so you should have told me because I don't know."
"Even though you're not interested? I can't."
My brother's book was too hard to read, and he pummeled.
It is also difficult to pretend to be interested. To be honest, Luke looked at me like he saw something unfortunate.
... me, my husband.