The Evil Queen’s Beautiful Principles

"Please reconsider! Don't use people as a trading ingredient!

I put myself in the hands of my emotions and screamed as loudly as I could.

My name is Oscar Weston.

Weston Marquis' wedded son.

However, the owner of the room, Father Ralph Weston, had just frowned.

"... that story again. You don't have to worry about anything like that."

"Something? Is that what you're saying?!

"On the contrary, what else do you call it? The people belong to us. Isn't it the owner's right to like what to do?"

Speaking very much, the words were stuck for a moment.

... what the hell is the man in front of you?

You think the man who treats people's lives as things is my father and both?

They're not things.

"Do you still say such a myth? They're like livestock. And if you leave it alone, it'll grow on its own... and I don't care."

I bite my lips into my father's words.

My eyes were dyed bright red with anger.

"......! Do you want to be king when you speak of the people as cattle?"

My father just laughs at my words.

"Something wrong? The kingdom is the possession of the king."

"No! Kings are supposed to protect and guide the people. If I were a people, I would never want to live in the country you rule, even if you could be king."

"Don't be cheeky!

Dokari, I heard a dull sound.

My cheeks hurt.

I thought you had been beaten up, like some other HR.

"If only I could be king." I am essentially the king of this land.... I told you so many times. We, the Marquises of Weston, are descended from royalty. The Marquis is now where the hated Askarid clan has taken their place and authority as kings! I'm just trying to get it back. Almost there! We're almost done with that blind little Askarid girl and we can get her back!

It's a paranoid word.

If you don't get along, you exhale.

"... excuse me."

I left the room saying that it was no use exchanging words anymore.

Then he kept walking and violently opened his room door.

"Welcome back, Oscar. How about a discussion with our master... Oscar!? What's wrong with your cheeks?!

He was greeted by his closest friend, Sam.

He is my brother-in-law and a member of my family.

"Don't worry. My father beat me up."

"Just... why did you do that? Ah, it's not that far now."

Sam began to heal the wound, even as he asked.

"... Father, I can't do it anymore. As a man who stands above men, he has crossed a line that must not be exceeded....."

"Oscar...."

Don't worry, Sam was staring at me.

That would be a natural reaction.

For the Marquises, the Lord is absolute.

Speaking of a man in wedlock, I will not be allowed to disobey my lord.

Still, I've just argued with my father, and I'm still criticizing him.

I guess Sam's worried about my position.

"No, it's just the beginning... as Wilhelm said, the Five Marquises have been corrupt for a long time."

Still, I won't stop.

From the mouth comes the words of nature and our criticism.

"... did Oscar get along with Wilhelm?

"Oh, you didn't tell Sam.... it's going to be a long story, so sit down."

I pointed to the chair in front of me.

Sam stops his hand and reaches his seat.

"Hora, you used to go out a lot with you and your escort, right? It was in Wilhelm."

"I didn't know you were seeing Mr Wilhelm... but I wondered which woman you were seeing."

"Ten years old or something? You're quite a hungry man.... oh, yeah. At that time, you were still an official chamberlain."

"Yes, just then, when I left Oscar's side and trained as a waiter as much as I could."

"I see... I see. So when I first came to King's Landing, were you there?"

"Yes... where did you meet? At ten, you haven't been to a formal tea party yet, have you?

"... it was a coincidence at first. That's when I got excited about my first visit to King's Landing and left town on my own with a guard. I'm going on a little adventure.... but my boxed son is also a good place. As soon as I walked the city, I had a little trouble."

"Trouble?

"Ah... well, to put it bluntly, I almost managed to escape."

"Ku, are you running away? Oscar!?

Sam rounded his eyes in surprise for a crime that would ordinarily have nothing to do with the Marquis's legitimate son.