The Inner Palace Tale of a Villainess Noble Girl

King of the Kingdom of Elland, Juke de Rail Elgrand.

A young lord who is 22 years old and has a reputation for not forgiving injustice, courageous and courageous if he holds the eye of ice blue and the sword in his sagging and silver hair.

At the same time, there are places like children, who continue to refuse to formally decide on their wives "until they find the woman they truly love," and who have finally been the cause of the heavy ministers who boiled their careers to decide to lift the ban on the rear house.

For Deanna, she's the number one person she doesn't want to be involved with, even if she's wrong -.

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Finished with fragrance oil, brilliant hair. I was polished and carefully massaged in my body. Dress yourself in pure white nightwear and you'll be ready at last.

"Well... how beautiful you are"

"Your Majesty will surely move you."

"Thanks...... Thank you all for your hard work. Others in Rita, please step back."

That's right. "Princess Ice Flame Rose" also seems nervous, the royal palace lady and samurai left the room in a gracious manner without deep pursuit. The moment it was just the two of us, Deanna erased the smile she was gut-sticking and cling to Rita.

"What shall we do, Rita... What shall we do?" Uncle Crester's Daughter "is supposed to have a bad reputation, so why is this happening on your first day? Does His Majesty surprisingly like pinching?

"Please calm down, Deanna. Perhaps some pressure has been exerted by a party that pushed Deanna to enter the rear palace."

"Really, those people, all the extras......!

From the side, he boarded the rear palace with dignity with his father's glory on his back, and "Miss Count Crester" appeared brilliantly satisfied with her candidacy for the righteous queen, but the inner part of it came unceasingly and reluctantly against the public wind,. I don't even want it from the start, like the king's favor.

In the first place, the Crestors are ancestral, romantic marriage proponents. Contemporary contemporary husband and wife Dualis and Elizabeth also did not leak into the example, and the two were still good friends. There's no way Deanna, who grew up looking at her parents like that up close, would want a marriage that disregarded her will. Not to mention, it seems natural among the nobles, other with "overnight fire games" and so on. He is the owner of an unusual sense of chastity at this time, firmly believing that it only makes sense to connect his body and mind with the person he really likes. There is no way Deanna can play the most serious role given to her daughter in the rear palace.

"Be with the king and conceive the inheritance" - that is the significance of the presence of the women in the rear house. Only for that reason are their daughters gathered, and kept, so to speak, in a cage called the rear palace. There's no daughter's will there - not even the king's will.

"I do not want to be with you, even if you are the king, except for the lord who likes you."

When the rear palace entry became an inevitable reality, in front of the family, Deanna declared so. What Deanna truly wrapped up in going to an inhumane place, such as the rear palace, is not a gorgeous dress, but pride as a person. Protecting Deanna Crestor, unnecessary in the rear palace, but most importantly, wearing honorable armor, came to my heart ready.

But the reality is.

Such a girlfriend, as if to mock her.

Rita chewed up the world's inertia. I don't know what my surroundings take for granted, but her lord doesn't want to be gorgeous or anything like that in the back palace. I wish you would leave me alone without pressure or anything.

But I can't help saying that now. Rita switched heads and decided to encourage her husband.

"Dear Deanna, please take your time. From the prior investigation, I don't think His Majesty likes it and crosses to the rear palace. If you carry it well, you can do it without being with them."

"Right, I wish Your Majesty hated me!? It's a boulder, Rita. Something I'm confident of, from being hated by the righteous"

"... confidence in a bad direction, but it"

Apparently Deanna got into a less through-the-curve thought circuit of confusion. Even as she penetrates, Rita worries about how to follow up, as the content of her confidence itself is sadly undeniable. I do hate myself for inadvertently thinking that expecting the blood of the Crestors might be the best way to open this place.

Thanks to Rita's failure to put in the fix, when Deanna successfully finished assembling The Great Ops Your Majesty Hates, it became noisy beyond the door. Ha, and the two of us look at each other, and then nod.

"Deanna, I wish you good luck"

"Yep. We've got an operation. All you have to do is run it."

"... hope you don't do too much rushing"

When confused, I take through words and actions. Mainly, I just stab the nail once. I think it will be fine if I have to.

I checked Deanna, who knelt down in front of the bedroom, and waited beside the door. From the other side quickly, the voice sounds.

"Your Majesty is here for you."

"Rita, open the door"

"Yes, Princess"

Open the door from the inside. Standing beyond it was a young man, of appearance as it was in the preliminary investigation. A red-brown-haired young man standing behind the man's step looks at Rita and opens his mouth.

"What happened...?

"Yes, my name is Rita, a samurai with Deanna"

"Master Left? His Majesty is spending the night here tonight. Stay back with us."

"As you say."

A man with silver hair walked past Rita, deeply thankful. Rita followed 'Between the Red Roses' with great care to drop him off and keep his inner anxiety out of the table.

Meanwhile.

Deanna left in the room, naturally but silently, awaited action from His Majesty. She's in the process of deciding "Operation Hate Me" right now, but that would be a disgrace to the parents who raised her.

"... you've been in the castle for a long time. Already a queen?

Be polite and open to Deanna, who was lying face down. What came down the most was a dialogue that I can't even say favored such flattery. Without having to indulge in the content, Deanna returned it.

"I can't figure out what you mean. Was it that much?

"How long has it been since we issued a circular in the spring? It's a reputation, Miss Crestor took the time to dowry and went into the womb with a ringtone."

"... I didn't know it was such a rumor"

As always, it is the Krester family, which is interpreted on the nanomes to do and do. In fact, I didn't have time because I searched for a way to avoid entering the rear palace until I was critical, and only hastily and minimally "dowry tools" have I brought them.

"- Stand but good, Deanna Crester"

From the first voice to this point, their voices are out of cold. Deanna stood up with an inner leap, wisely sensing that she hated "Operation Hate Me" and nothing from the beginning (Hannah).

"I was pushed around my father and I put him in this" Between the Red Roses ""

"… I know"

Though, to be precise, 'the faces you mistakenly think surround your father'. In the forces that Dualis intended to create, never.

"- But don't get me wrong"

Flying in were words as sharp as arrows and as cold as ice. Deanna didn't think, she raised her eyes lying down, to 'it' where she could even feel hatred. - And.

"That was only a one-sided room. And no matter what the world ends, you will never love me that way."

Not inconceivably, I met you with an ice-blue eye that was filled with anger and hatred.

It is probably the young king of this kingdom of Elland, the Juke de Rail Elgland, who is in front of us. He has silver hair and ice blue eyes, and looks at Deanna with disgust from all over her body.

If you hate me from the start, fine. Deanna couldn't stop the joy and smiled.

"... go ahead, be my guest. Your Majesty's heart belongs to His Majesty. Who you love, that's not what you decide around you."

"- Well, that's clever. Only the arm that takes a man in his hand, I see. Something like that."

Yep... how could that conclusion be reached in the current dialogue...

It's a wish or a fulfillment to be hated, but when people interpret words uttered with vegetables as nasty and hate them, I kind of miss them, even if I know it. That's why there's no back in my words, and I'm driven by the urge to explain it for about an hour.

- That's right.

(Your Majesty, you look a lot worse...)

Perhaps I am getting tired, it was in the report that I was in government without much sleep, but up close I can tell that's not a lie or an exaggeration.

Blah, blah, if you have time to come to the back palace, go to sleep. You have a bad level of complexion. I know you're running impotently because you're young, but just because you're young doesn't mean you don't overwork to death.

(... maybe I'll force you to drop it. The most constructive, isn't it?)

As a daughter of nobility serving the country, protecting the health of the king is a top priority. I don't know what he hates, but I have trouble keeping him better than being king.

"... Your Majesty, I will now have a pre-bedtime herbal tea, would you like to join me?

"Stupid. You think I'm the one who made the tea?

"I thought you said that."

If you don't drink, don't drink. How to drop a weary, accumulated human being, and so on.

A vigilant, standing king - pull a cart by the juke and prepare several herbs and pots, hot water. When the water was poured from a high position into the pot with the herbs in it, the aroma of the herbs rose with the hot air.

"Ko, is this...?

"I told you it was a bedtime tea. It smells good, doesn't it?

"Ah, ah..."

It seems to have worked while I was saying it. To him fluttered at his feet, Deanna once again let the hot air bubble with a light fan.

"This, this, what..."

"Please, Your Majesty, use that sleeping area over there.... I'm tired, I need to get some rest."

As Deanna's voice led her, Juke fluttered and fell down on her bedside. Soon I hear a slight sleep, and in a flash I let him know that he's had a nap.

(Man, I can take care of you burning)

Deanna's herbal scent has a sleep-inducing effect. Using it in normal humans only slowly invites you to sleep, but when you let a human being whose tiredness is increasing to the extreme, the scent alone produces a high sleep effect.

While wearing a futon to His Majesty the King who fell asleep, Deanna was turning her thoughts around about him.

The sense of justice seems strong. I am also motivated by my executive duties.

But on the other hand, the way things are perceived seems too honest. I also receive rumors of the Crestor family on par and don't even suspect that's the 'truth'. Just a one-sided view, I think I could have foreseen it all.

Hey, is it dangerous...? That's the impression Deanna had on the king. If you don't grow up a little bit more and gain a multifaceted perspective and a constant depth of thought exploring the 'truth', you'll be a good duck for the aristocrats who are good at surface repair.

In the meantime, would you like to talk to your father and brother?

Drawing the usual conclusion, Deanna sank her body on the couch.