Level 99 Villainous Daughter

◆5-21 Unexpected Counterattack

"That's right, I would like to ask you to call off the abolition of Sir Guardian at your meeting tomorrow."

Straighten the request.

In the middle of the audience, he can't say bad things either. If the Guardian doesn't know what's going on, you can tell him about the beauty of the Count Archiam in a theory of the nobility's good fortune. It makes sense for me to say that I admit him, even though everyone understands that he is famous and innocent.

Marquis Prenane covers his mouth and stares at me. If you look away, you lose. The marquis and I continued to clash... the marquis moved his gaze.

I think I won, but for a while the marquis looked behind me like he was licking me. Then, I removed my hand from my mouth. It was a full smile.

With a smile on his face, he exaggerates like a play.

"Oh, my God!" With that request from Count Dolcunes, I will have to change my mind, even if I entrust the Lord of Finance to me. Count Archiam has a good bond. If you are under the protection of Count Dorkness, you must consider more favourable treatment. "

So light?

Even though it's as you wish, your heart is dizzy. As I searched for the identity of this discomfort, I noticed that Marquis Prenean's gaze was still turning behind me.

When I looked back in a hurry, there was an unusual increase in the number of people. The men we talked to earlier were probably all extremist aristocrats.

They, like worms gathered in the light, rejoice with joy.

"Excellent. I thought Archiam was no longer available, but the Saviors have appeared."

"I will obey Count Dorkness, too."

"That's right. If we were to gather around her after she drank the boiling water..."

Then it's like you're not an extremist... but a Yumiella.

They come together, regardless of my intentions, to name the Yumiella faction. And people who borrow my prestige without permission and do whatever they want.

It turned out to be a bad thing. Is this what Marquis Prenane is after? He turned head-on in a hurry, his mouth twisting with ugliness.

"Oh. I wonder if they're Yumiella's people behind them?"

"You've shown your true nature....... Is this what you're aiming for?"

"Since Hill Rose disappeared, it's been hard inside the moderates. A tough rivalry emerged. We must unite again."

It turned out to be a bad thing. I'm about to be seduced by the role that the Duke of Hillrose once played in bringing the anti-Kings together in one place.

I'm sorry, but is there any way to avoid abandoning the Count of Archiam?... No. We can't pull it here. It doesn't make sense for me to return my palm and tell you that I don't want to be a protector.

The Marquis of Prenean will not be putting on the agenda of the Lord Guardian at his meeting tomorrow. And it is better to deliberately and foolishly say, "Yumiella can't help it." That alone completes my record of rescuing extremist nobles.

Why don't you let me fall back into Dolcunes when the extremists are on the rise?... I don't think this is going to work. These are the ones who ignore their will and celebrate the Second Prince. The prosperity of the Royal Capital has no effect on the territory.

It doesn't matter how much you pull, it's a stuffy situation.

If I can't pull it off, I'll have to push it. We have no choice but to push and push and let the enemy pull us.

I'll start acting again. Inheriting the will of the Duke of Hillrose, he stands at the pinnacle of extremists and steals strength from the moderates with all his strength...

"Count Archiam is an honorable person in the name of Sir Guardian, so yes... I think it would be fine to entrust him with more work related to the protection of the country."

I dared to say it suspended, but in short, I meant to give the military the real power to speak out.

As I imagined, the radicals behind me froze.

A senior position in the Central Army!?

“I envy you, but what position will you have?”

"That demon king would recommend it... by the way, isn't it the Warlord?"

It's very exciting, but if you want to call yourself Yumiella, please stop calling me Demon King.

Even so, it was more than I had ever imagined. The most talked about Warlord is at the top of the army, and one of the only three Marquises has been assigned to him for generations. There would be other warlords to negotiate with, and it was impossible for an amateur to take office all of a sudden.

Well, it's a good thing you're overreacting. The Marquis of Prenean would be troubled if he didn't get along with his peers.

The extremists under his control are now under my control. The marquis says with a strong smile.

"It's not up to me to set up an army post." Your Majesty will decide the end. I don't know if the other lords will agree. "

"Huh? You said earlier that the Marquis would consider treating the Archiam even more generously." Would you be willing to cooperate fully? ”

The marquis takes half a step back. It must be unconscious.

That's it, we're pushing. Just keep pushing and pushing... where's the landing spot? I tried pressing it because it got clogged when I pulled it, but there was no future outlook.

Well, I don't think the Marquis would like me to be serious about politics. Because his ultimate goal is to gather extremists where he doesn't like politics with zero ambition... Do I have to make you think that what I said when I pressed it came from the bottom of my heart?

Probably found out. I was able to see through the bluffs of a hundred battles. After seeing through it, it seems like it would be troublesome, so it's getting weak.

Marquis vs. Count, the one-on-one composition had already changed. It wasn't a battle between two factions. The addition of extremists established a chaotic situation in which everyone's goals and means were fragmented. If you fight harder, you'll be in a mess involving the moderate aristocrats and even the King.

Beyond capacity, don't know the correct answer to the next statement.

His familiar voice echoes where words are stuck.

Wait, Yumiella.

Patrick, who appeared alone, stood beside me through the crowd. There was a glass of champagne in one hand. What are you drinking when I'm in trouble?

Well, it was a good thing it was the right time to reopen the partition. The extremists who don't like it boost their booing.

Isn't this the time to attack?

"Except for the owner's girlfriend... who is she?"

Patrick ignores Noji and looks at me. Those serious eyes felt like they were saying, "Believe me."

"Too much. Don't be too nosy."

"I see...?"

"The only interaction is with the Count of Archiam, and you're not familiar with other nobles, are you?" There must be someone besides him who is fit for the high ranking position in the military. ”

The extremists turn into soisois. The conversation also stopped, and they were looking at each other sideways. Oh, is that so? You guys are simple.

I mean, Patrick said to them, "Who's better? Could it be... me?" changed the mood behind Count Archiam.

Say that somebody likes their class idols, and maybe you? It seems that there was only the type I thought there was. No. At least you're not the idol's type.

Patrick's words about how they valued themselves over the kingdom and the faction helped calm the situation at first sight.

I'm counting on you, Patrick. Wait for the next word.

"Yumiella..."

As he opens his mouth, he starts pointing somewhere.

There was an unexpected hapuncture. On the way, the glass in his hand hit me. The expensive thin glass container falls to the floor as Patrick leaves his hand.

A slow motion countdown begins until the glass breaks. I see that he's gone. Ugh, Patrick, this is so messy... it was obvious to me that it wasn't.

He can't afford to reach out now and catch the glass without spilling the contents.

It's deliberate. I have an idea and I'm pretending to drop it.

Then I won't move, and I'll look at the glass as the countdown approaches zero... Isn't that a waste? I forgive you for giving up a hundred steps and breaking the glass. It's a waste, but something that has a shape will break one day. But isn't there a lot of room for a drink?

Don't make food poor. I caught a glass of ground wrestling and drank in a bowed position. The empty glass slammed against the floor as it bent again.

It was a moment. It was enough time for ordinary people to say "ah" and everything was done. I said, looking at the shattered pieces of glass on the floor, stretching out my hand at my feet.

"Oh, I didn't make it."

I tried my best to get it in the air, but it was useless, and I pretended to be the wind.

I can look at Patrick blamelessly. It's okay, because no one can see.

I don't know what it's for, but if the glass breaks, right? He was in a panic when he thought it was no problem. I take out my handkerchief and crouch, holding it around the hem of my dress to hide it.

“I'm sorry, it could be a stain.”

The liquid settled in my stomach without splashing. There is no need to worry about stains.... I'm sorry, that's how it was.

And there is another problem. It was alcohol that I drank.

Even though it was only a little, my face became hot. Patrick's face looking up at me, wondering why he was drinking, was also distorted.

Patrick stands up and says:

"Your face is bright red." I told you to turn your drink into juice. How many drinks did you have until you got here? "

"... I don't remember"

It's a real drink, but it means pretending to be drunk. I knew it even with my wobbly head.

I see, my face is red enough to be seen by people. It's strange that you get drunk on alcohol even though you're poison resistant.

You should probably go home now.

Is that so?

"I don't care if I get drunk or rambunctious."

As soon as he says he will, the people around him take a few steps back and the circle around me grows. Even though I was on my way home, there were no dissident extremists.

Patrick hugs him and starts walking, and the crowd pulls back in an instant.

Patrick's maneuver thus ended the scene at the party unnecessarily.

Escape the Great Hall. Walk down the hallway and talk in a low voice just in case there are no people around.

"Why did you drink it?"

It's a waste.

"It turned out to be a good thing because I managed to get out."

"Thank you. I can't see the landing site anymore... eh, I'm getting sick."

I really think we should go home.

They go outside and are taken to the carriage. The cold night breeze was pleasant, and I felt somewhat relieved.

I was wondering if we could just go home in the carriage, but Patrick didn't come in.

"Patrick?"

"I'll stay. There's someone I want to talk to."

Having said that, he closed the door of the carriage from the outside.

Soon the carriage began to move. When I was shaken by myself, I felt lonely and anxious... no, the motion sickness was added to the alcohol intoxication, which made me feel even more sick.

Having left the front, I had no choice but to leave it to Patrick to endure his miserable drunkenness.