In the end I couldn't go to a poor village that day.

I looked at the necklace that Master Duke gave me on the bed.

It really makes me beautiful and snoozy.

I think Mr. Duke is treating me like a lady, not as a sister.

I wonder if I'm the only one doing this to everyone.

'Cause he falls in love with heroin, right? And I abuse that heroin, don't I?

... what if they told me to return my necklace.

But if I were a bad girl, I would never give back what I got, would I?

Besides, I'm sure I'll wear it even if it's not a jewel or something that was on my height...

I got up and stood in front of the mirror with my necklace around my neck.

This won't get in the way of the sword archery, and you can keep it on all day.

And you're really pretty. A slightly blue-gloss diamond… it looks like Duke is nearby.

... what a delusion.

He's the king's son, older and falling in love with heroin.

I started my abs so I wouldn't think of anything extra.

The next day Rosetta asked me about the necklace first thing in the morning.

"Is that the necklace Duke gave you yesterday!? How beautiful!

Glitter your eyes and look at my chest.

"... is this a diamond?

That's what Rosetta said when she looked at my face as she opened her eyes.

"Looks like it."

Rosetta opened her eyes even wider. Right, that's how it'll react, isn't it?

I guess I should take it off. But I'm a bad girl.

I'd still like to wear something expensive.

Then Brother Alan and Brother Henri also attacked me with questions.

Well, I was expecting it.

"" You got this from Duke!?

"It's a diamond."

"Oh, it's a diamond"

"You wanted to be there the moment I gave it to you too."

The two of them went on and on talking before I answered.

Even then, everyone passing by in the mansion praised the necklace.

Your mother was so beautiful, she said that and smiled, but your father curled his eyes and hardened.

That would surprise me if my own daughter got a diamond necklace from the king's son.

I wonder if it's still such a fuss.

What a rare substitute for diamonds to be the subject of the whole mansion for a day.

I went to the library thinking blurry about it.