The Baby Raising A Devil

It was Aunt Camilla who came to the reception room following the situation.

Sitting side by side with the Emperor and Lady Camilla, the aunt next to me looked at them without a look.

"You're neglecting your hospitality because you don't have anything to say."

It was an offense to two people who came without the owner's consent.

Mrs. Camilla swallowed a sigh.

"That's a lot of humility. That's a great treat."

The tea set from Dublin was somewhat bad for serving the Emperor and the Great Depression of the Empire. Tea leaves are also mediocre.

But what he said was great hospitality was that he admitted to committing a felony, and he was sorry.

And the Emperor,

"Glad you didn't neglect the hospitality."

He still speaks the art of turning people's clothes upside down.

My aunt's eyebrows went up.

"I beg you. If you do this, please go back today so that you can serve His Majesty."

The Emperor's eyes were distorted by a polite but obvious livestock decree.

"Too arrogant. I didn't come to see the baby myself."

"I'll ask you why."

"I heard you were looking for the baby's godmother in Dublin."

"Yes."

"I had some help the other day, and I used to think of my baby as valuable. A child destined to save the Empire must have a suitable godmother. So I'm going to be the baby's godmother."

I almost opened my mouth.

'What is she talking about?'

Auntie swallowed laughter.

"It is imperial law that the Emperor, Emperor, and Emperor cannot engage in social activities at the time."

"Pre-cultural laws. Do you not know that the Emperor and Emperors of all time have exerted influence on the social world through noble princesses? I hate that hypocrisy. It's like me stepping up, my hands stepping up, my car."

The goddess Camilla looked at the Emperor with a stubborn expression. I felt deep homogeneity in my heart.

The godwife frowned and said,

"What are you talking about? The difference between the degree to which a child with parental assistance is taking the test and the degree to which the parent is taking the test himself. How is that the same?"

It was a metaphor like a chalkbread.

The most dangerous thing about emperors, emperors, and emperors coming into the social world from the front is that they will be a cause for solidarity with nobles.

'The Emperor takes it most seriously.'

If he heard it, he would fall by the back of his neck.

Above all, under the pretext that I could not leave a precedent, I would become a completely erased person in society.

Then why don't you stay put?

That word of the Emperor just goes all the way to 'Dublin and the Imperial Court must fight'.

"How is that equal to that? Aren't you afraid that when I'm in the social world, at least your role in social isolation will disappear?"

The Emperor wanted to frighten the goddess, but my purpose was revealed.

'I wanted to take away the role of social detention of the goddess Camilla, whom the Emperor has secretly empowered.'

The emperor took the godmother Camilla seriously.

From his point of view, the reason for not hitting Duke Rokar with such a thorn was because he was a godmother of Camilla.

Even during the reign of the Emperor, the Emperor had several accidents, and the Angry Emperor entrusted the Emperor's education to the godmother.

'Perhaps all the emperor could have grown rationally was the goddess Camilla.'

The godwife is a rational person, even if the Holy Spirit is like fire, and she raised the emperor without discrimination from her son.

The godwife frowned as she looked at the Emperor.

"Stop it. How long are you trying to push me away?"

"When did I care about you?"

"I never said that."

"You're right."

I watched as I blurred the battle of the most noble princesses in the country.

And I took out the last card to close this fight.

"Ahh! Aunt, it's time for Daddy to come."

I sold my father because the royals were afraid too.

The Emperor and the goddess shut their mouths.

Especially when I was four years old, the Emperor wanted to avoid because he had suffered from Dublin's spectacular back duck.

"I have to go back today. I feel bad about the landscape."

Then I left.

But the godwife remained. And I asked my aunt for solidarity with me.

"I have a story to share. I'd appreciate it if you could make room for me to talk to the kid."

A man who is about to become a godmother reveals himself and asks for help. My aunt looks at me.

"I love it!"

"…… yes."

Auntie listened to me and left without saying a word.

The goddess barely opened her mouth with her dry lips.

"I went to the bakery forty years ago."

I also heard what I expected.

I tried to make a childish look. I opened my eyes and nodded.

"How do you know that?"

"My maid saw you."

"Wow, that's amazing."

"There was a kid with you?"

"Yes! Leonele."

The goddess squeezes the handle of the teacup.

"Is it true that she lived in the jungle?"

"That's right. He lived there all the time since he was born and only came last year."

"…… the child's mother. You've met your mother, haven't you?"

"I saw my sister instead of my mother. I know a lot of fun stuff, but I love being honest. And he's a nice guy who cares a lot about the people he loves."

"Haven't you seen her?"

"Leonele is with my sister. I don't think she lives with me. However, Leonele sometimes calls her mother.... I must miss my mom....."

When I deliberately spoke with a sad expression, the goddess bites her lips.

'I gave you all the hints, godmother.'

Mrs. Camilla looks at me with a clear eye after calming her exhaled breath.

"Where are you, boy?"

"Count Bartu, it's me. Count Bartu is his sister."

Sunshine!!

It was because the goddess put a strong cup of tea on the glass coaster.

The stunned maid rushes in to see if the noise has leaked out the door.

"Mrs. Godmother, are you all right?"

"I was a nobleman....."

The maid is surprised by the murmuring and stops her mouth.

I support the goddess Camilla, who seems to be going down soon.

"Mrs. Godmother, are you okay?"

"I'm sick of headaches again. How long you intend to harass me."

It would mean that the Grand Duke's loss of vision still affects the aftermath.

"I'm thinking about it. '

I'll let my son know, or not.

There is no way Count Bartu, the goddess of the social gathering, knows my rumors.

I'm wondering if I can meet his daughter with my son.

"I....."

I stretched my eyebrows and looked at the goddess. She turned her face to me as well.

"I read a book a long time ago. The woods are always dark, surrounded by trees, but the moment the landscape gets sweeter around sunset. It's not necessarily a bad thing to wander in the dark. You will know the value of the sunset landscape."

"……!"

You'll be amazed. This was a book that Duke Rokar, the godmother's son, secretly wrote in the hope of losing his sight.

'You had those days.'

There was only a time when I wanted my son not to lose hope.

The Grand Duke sought sight, regained even the life he was about to give up, and even had a daughter-in-law and grandson.

'Even if you have a problem with your daughter-in-law, what could be worse than that?'

It means.

"So headaches aren't necessarily bad. You're trying to make me healthy!"

I added like a child, but I didn't think the godmother's gaze would fall from me.

"Young love..... you're telling me what I really need."

'So don't forget me.'

I smiled.

A few days later, Count Bartu told me that a man from Seria had sent me. The first luxury wagon I've ever seen at this mansion came in.

The Grand Duke found Leticia.

* * *

Laura took her coat and cape and pondered for a while.

"I think the coat would be nice because the weather is cold today, but the baby in the cape is so cute...! Mm-hmm. What do we do?"

"I like the coat!"

The cape is long and uncomfortable to walk.

Today was the first day I went to a social party in the Islands. You should never fall.

Laura said, "Yes. He said," I have a coat on me.

When I finished preparing, I looked in the mirror and there was a cute, foamy little lady.

'It's Sharon's clothes, too.'

They were all very pretty, from coats to dresses and ribbons to shoes.

As my aunt said, I went out of the room to become an infant who smells of money.

Aunt, who was waiting, reached out her arm.

"Aunt, it's cool……."

Black trousers on a blue long coat similar to mine, moderately vintage, well-groomed longboots and pommed hair.

There were no uncool corners to either.

"Today's your first social party. Escothamar."

"I thought the escort of the White Horse Captain was amazing! Emperor Emperor, and only the princesses!"

As she covered her mouth, she laughed, "I'm a white horse captain." He added:

'You're Javelin Arije, though.'

The only person she escorted was Empress Elza.

I grabbed her arm and left the mansion.

The party leader who arrived was lavish. It was a party hosted by the Earl, which was as formal as the banquet of the Imperial Palace.

"Javelin Cecile Arijeu, you're the LeBlaine Reset Dubled!"

When the man shouted, the door opened and I entered the party hall with my aunt.