The Inner Palace Tale of a Villainess Noble Girl

... Wow what a temple heroine lady.

Deanna, who had first seen Shayla, had an odd feeling about what her brother was whining about at the tavern.

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A few moments had already passed since the king brought in the 'Red Rose' side room and declared the beginning of the night club.

Deanna's role was to serve as the king's first partner in the dance after the declaration of initiation and then after dancing with various opponents for a while, join the sideroom and the circle of ladies to gather information. At the same time, keep an eye on the movements of the cautious people. Identify and accept or say no to the students who sign up to "dance one song". Don't forget to pay attention to the whole hall during the dance too, marking those who make suspicious moves in the blink of an eye...... Etosetra.

(... not hippo)

Until last year, I wasn't this busy. Due to the characteristics of the Crestor family, it's probably the dwarves who come by, and we've only had to talk about it appropriately. It is the role of Dualis and Edward to be attentive, although we will also grasp the power strife that rages in the hall. Deanna was just glad to get the information from the ladies' movements.

Yet this year.

(Grasp the 'table' and 'back' moves at the same time, and be careful if they are not troublesome, men and women alike. Get the information and guess the latest moves from there... alas, maybe I don't even have time to take a break?

I sincerely envy the flower position on the wall that no one will notice. If I could only observe the hall from such a place, how much room would be made in my heart.

"Red Rose" has gone in, so my gaze will sting from the people, and those who talk to me will never stop, so blah, blah, blah, annoyance. 30% more when it was just 'Deanna Crester' and people flock wherever they are.

With a glossy smile, an elegant trick, seemingly enjoyable, but fed up with its fruit, he was swimming in the hall, that was when.

I came across an 'example person'.

"Look, it's that one."

Say hello to you, too.

"Oh, so, but..."

This conversation is pointing this way... and I casually glance at you and see you with the three courtiers that are solidifying in front of the table. The two of them looked familiar.

(... those kids, side rooms, right? Sure, I should have come to say hello once)

The side rooms of "The Red Roses" are so numerous that even Deanna just doesn't match her face to her name. If you're just here to say hello once, it's a shame.

"Oh, you know, Deanna!

"Oh, good day. Long time no see."

"Yes... we're out of time"

The two side chambers, they rush to bow their heads. An unrecognizable warrant sandwiched by those two seems bewildered by how they are.

(..., hmm?

Deanna observed a bewildered warrant so that she could not be noticed.

Light blonde hair, like the light of the moon. Clear eyes are blue in the spring sky.

The face is not noticeable, but if you look closely, it's pathetic and adorable. It's a cuter pedigree than a beauty.

I guess it went with the color of my eyes, dressed in a simple, empty dress, frightened by the 'red rose' in front of me, but standing upright. From that appearance, the strength of the core was asked.

... There is only one such warrant in Deanna's possession.

"Dear Deanna. I'd like to introduce you."

"Really? Could it be you?

"Yes! I am a lady who came to the rear palace from an emerging nobleman's house, just like us."

"Well. What's your name, what do you say?

"....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... My name is Shayla Carrerdo."

The blonde warrant lowered her head deeply.

Thus did Deanna meet Shayla, the 'man of the example' - the pet princess of King Juke.

"- Be polite. I'm Deanna Crester. Carrerdo... are you a lady in the Baron Carrerdo family?

Deanna was calm, albeit very rude in a way. I immediately re-hold it and turn the 'Red Rose' grin on Shayla.

The anxious Shayla still looked Deanna in the eye and let her snort clearly.

"- Yes."

"Yes...... I'm sorry I'm late for your father."

"Huh...?

"Oh, isn't Lady Shayla, your daughter, of the late former Baron?

There are no children in the present Baron Carrerdo. With that information, it's not that hard to guess Shayla's identity. Therefore, this conversation of Deanna should not be unnatural.

But the three side chambers, including Shayla, opened their eyes wide. Apparently, he didn't expect Deanna, who is gorgeous as a 'red rose', to cover even the circumstances of the aristocracy at the end.

"... Yes, you're right. The present Baron Carrerdo is my uncle."

"It would be difficult to say about your father, don't let him down..."

"No......, thank you for your concern"

- Quite the lady with the sights.

During the conversation, Deanna liked Shayla.

Deanna, the other person tells me something unexpected, but he keeps holding it back and talking. Plus, look straight in the eye.

It's common in people, but the reality is that there's not a lot of people who can do this from the first time they meet the 'Crestors'. Shayla broke through the first wall.

I want to talk more intimately, if possible, and grasp the crowd. But after a long talk with Deanna, who is noted both better and worse, that alone will expose her to the eyes of aristocratic curiosity, to Shayla. That alone, in Shayla's shoes, must definitely be avoided.

"- Bye. Ladies and gentlemen, enjoy the evening club."

Saying goodbye, Deanna turned her back on Shayla and walked out to the center of the hall. Along the way, the son of the approaching Marquis applied for a dance, smiling and nodding. During the dance, I was just taking a short break, to impress around.

My son took my hand and proceeded into the middle of the hall. Music changed, people tried to move, that moment.

Takeshi.

A slight twist echoed from the corner of the hall, around where Deanna was earlier. A slight, but heterogeneous twist.

(Huh......, Huh!?

Reflectively gliding her gaze, Deanna flashes into the scene that was going on there. My heart rate went up and I could see a nasty sweat flowing down my back.

corner of the hall, to Shayla, who was alone.

King Juke spoke and held his hand.

(What the fuck!!

The twist was gradually getting bigger. It came from people near Shayla at first, and it's spreading over time. As it is, a significant number of people will witness the King's actions. Deanna's care is also a bubble of water, cut up long enough not to draw Shayla's attention.

(- If we don't do something about it)

The dance had already begun. The gaze of the people gathered in the dancing 'Red Rose' again, and now there are still many more who have not noticed at all.

But it's also a matter of time.

(... now is the only time, right)

In no way did Deanna smile beautifully at her dance opponent.

"Is it fun, Deanna?

"Yeah, very much. - Ahhh!

I made a rough turn, with that clap.

Deanna fell in glory.

A deep red dress rises and Deanna's thin feet are exposed to the crowd. To the extreme of lawlessness, such as falling at a nightclub dance, and for women after their social debut, showing their feet in front of unfamiliar men is considered a shame, to the act of 'Red Rose' that took place in such common sense.

- If you can't get your eyes together, you're lying.

"... D, Dear Deanna!

"Dear 'Red Rose', are you safe!

"Are you hurt!? Something wrong with your body…"

After a few beats of silence, the hall became as noisy as poking a hive. He who rushes over worried, he who sees Deanna in the eyes of curiosity, he who openly despises him. Just convinced that he also drew the attention of those who were near Shayla, Deanna looked up quietly -.

"You seem a little overshadowed. Is there somewhere we can rest?

It was a beautiful, glossy, colorful look that made me smile.

The men around you knock out the house. Those of high stature running out to find a place for Deanna to rest, headed by the Marquis son of her dance opponent, stand up in support of Deanna.

"I'm sorry, Deanna. Can't support it well."

"Shame on you, do I have to be angry?

"If it is your anger, accept it spoiledly. Please, any punishment."

"It's a big deal. I didn't just fall a little."

"But... Deanna's name has a scratch"

"Oh... my, what do you mean, scratched?

Deanna doesn't break her grin while a regular courtier shows enough ugliness to turn bright blue and cry out. The smile, from the edge, is beautiful but somewhere cold.

He deserved the infamous' Rose of Ice Flames', which even uses ugliness to increase his followers.

The good people I've been watching around would have thought. It behaves too much as a side room with the name 'Red Rose', such as overshadowing and falling. Yet instead of being ashamed, Deanna Crester transformed even her lethargy into a part of attracting men, even with her attitude that she was just saying she would be forgiven. What a horrible woman... and.

Incidentally, some of the faces knocked out by Deanna may include young nobles who are once classified as good sense. While I understand in one corner of my head that it is used well, I still can't resist that smile.

- When the Crestor people take their faces seriously, they're actually not hammered by influence. I don't usually use it because it's a hassle. Even for Deanna, this is the first time she has used it in a place where a large crowd would gather.

(... what is this scary)

He was quickly transported to the couch and handed a cold drink, and when the samurai cooled her legs, he treated her as if she was more than demanding. If you notice, they're sending the wind with fans, and which queen am I? and makes me want to put in a scratch.

I can't get it cleaned up badly...... It was when Deanna was in a hurry, inside.

"Excuse me.... Deanna"

"Brother."

It was brother Edward who showed up from beyond the pedestrian walls. Quickly he comes in and peeks into his face.

"Are you all right? Are you hurt?"

"It's no big deal. Please be kind."

"Right...... Your cheeks are a little red. Didn't you get all worked up about it? It was my first night club up in the side room, and I guess I was straining myself."

"... I think so."

Edward offered his hand to Deanna, who grinned and nodded bitterly.

"Let's hit the wind on the balcony. That way it will be."

"Brother, are you going out with me?

"There's no one else to hang out with but me. You're the Red Rose."

"Yes, you did."

Receiving the offered hand, Deanna and Edward go through the hedge. The young men who were building the pedestrian walls did not move as one.

"... what is it?

"I was fascinated by you and climbed up, but I guess that's where I broke my heart remembering your position. Without authorization in His Majesty's side chamber, you will not be spared the title stripping"

"Oh, I see."

Two people who talk and walk gracefully in such a low voice that they can't hear their surroundings. Deanna naturally broke her face.

"Long time no see, brother"

"Long time no see, huh? I don't really feel that way."

"The letters, they were exchanged. But it's been a long time since I've seen you in person."

"Ah. How have you been?

"Yes."

We exchanged greetings for a resumption and the two went into the balcony.

... I wonder what the hell kind of mischief you're going to start this time, while being mistaken around.