The Inner Palace Tale of a Villainess Noble Girl

Although Deanna has a refreshingly Han-like thought circuit, it hasn't been like this since birth, of course. He also experienced frustrations in the crowd and became a jerk and a jerk.

But that's not the end of it, because the Crestors are in awe of the Crestors.

"... ugh, ugh..."

Plunging into an unpopular corridor on the west side, Deanna noticed a cry coming from the back. Apparently, Shayla is nibbling in tears at the end of the bend, in a place that is at an end.

Deanna walked over to the corner critical without making a footstep (although originally it was a carpet below, so no footsteps, etc.). Exhale quietly and quietly, applying force to the pharynx.

- And.

"... how did you do it?

The voices that came out belonged to a woman, who was sober and gentle, completely different from Deanna's usual voice.

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The 'Bad Face' and the prestigious Krester family are, naturally, the owners of a voice worthy of it. My father Dualis's voice is a bass voice that sounds at the bottom of his body, and when he laughs, someone probably freaks out. The voice of my brother Edward is a strange thing that sounds kind but feminine.

And Deanna's voice is an impressive voice that will never be forgotten once she hears it, hosting the queen at the same time the tension of passing well and the luster of attracting men.

Naturally recognised by people as the 'voice of Countess Crester', Deanna, for a time, simply sounded her greeting to the venue, making her unable to converse with an ordinary courtier. Because the dwarves who heard Deanna flocked and, conversely, the ladies avoided her.

No matter how long I said I dated the 'bad guy face', I just enjoyed this treatment. I can't even grasp the hangover, even if I want to build quite a few connections.

Anyway, I'm a woman. I don't have to go to night clubs.

Yanked and sloppy Deanna. But I don't have a wack that the Crestor family seniors, who have been dating this face for over three hundred years, will be surprised by such a thing.

'Oh I get it, anyone will do that once more than they were born in Crestor, right? Well, Deanna looked just like my brother, pathetically, so it was pretty quick.'

It was my aunt who taught Deanna how to swim in the Crestor Stream Court. The face of the Shiatsu Krester family did not even touch his teeth, such as the disobedience of his youngest daughter.

On the contrary.

'I'll tell you something good, Deanna. Humans can't change their faces, but can they change their voices if they train?

And even the rustle was the next step, and it taught me new skills.

By building up the muscles of the pharynx, you are free to go from the male voice to the voice of a tall woman. If you can use this move, if you're hiding yourself, you can normally talk to the person you want to talk to.

Words cleverly whispered, Deanna stretched out and forged her throat. At the time Deanna was unable to move with one greeting, a new move taught by her aunt seemed like a ray of hope.

After mastering my voice changing skills completely, I realized that my good aunt had rolled me over. It's actually a convenient move, so I decided to break it off with that. Because it's true that I could learn useful moves.

- Yes, under these circumstances, especially.

"I'm sorry, because it's what I heard crying when I walked by. I also thought maybe I should just shut up and walk away, it seems too spicy... I really care"

"No......, I'm sorry. Don't look down on me."

"You'll never be apologized for. Something painful happened?

Shayla is perfectly unaware that the person she is talking to is Deanna. It's the tone of the first person I met. Well, that's mutual, though.

"Hard things... Hard things, is it..."

"If it's good, why don't we talk about it? I don't know who you are or who you are. Wouldn't it be a little easier if I could spit it out?"

"... easy, to..."

Shayla's voice is sinking. Deanna purposefully gave a bright voice.

"- I'm sorry. Sounds like he was in charge."

"No! No, it's not!

Beyond the bend, there's a sign of standing up. Shayla's voice surely turned to Deanna.

"I'm sorry. It's not that your feelings are annoying or anything. I just don't know when, it's gonna be easier...!

"... you have a very serious problem."

"I don't know. That guy's heart, even his feelings, all the things he doesn't know."

Shayla seems quite confused. Still, Deanna talks gently as she itches her teeth that only her voice can deliver.

"Take it easy. One at a time, let's talk slowly, shall we? If you have a place to sit, have a seat. If you were a nobleman invited to a night club, it would be hard not to stand up, wouldn't it?

"Where I can sit...... I have a couch. But, you..."

"I'm fine. Besides, it's like I was there, and I'm not even that tired."

I'm more worried about you, and seriously, there was a slight rubbing sound. I hear Shayla lowered her hips.

"... the strange one. When I talk to you, it calms me down why."

"Oh yeah? Good."

Well, that's the kind of specification you're making. Now if you say 'nervous' or something, you just have to cry.

"Um... what about you?"

"Me? I am... if you call me Dee"

"Dear Dee, is...? Why is Dee here?"

"Oh, I don't like places like that. Until last year, I skipped it properly, but this year, by the way, I'm gonna have to stay for a while."

"Position...?

"Oh, you didn't say. It's me, Your Majesty's side room."

What made my position clear here was a kind of bet. Can you be alert and pulled, or can you be intimate if you are in the same position? If the latter, 'Dee' can from now on be in the rear palace, on Shayla's 'side'.

"Side chamber, is...!?

"Only one side room with 50 people. I'm sure His Majesty doesn't care about my presence. I don't want His Majesty's favor either, so I'm fully satisfied as I am now."

"So Dear Dee was also... from the home of an emerging nobleman, was he?

"Yeah,... that's kind of a hook way of saying it. I say 'too', then it's like you too..."

Shayla's voice broke for a moment. After the silence, I hear a loud, deep breath, and.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Shayla Carrerdo. I'm one of the side chambers."

"- Are you in the side room too!?

"Yes.... yes, it is"

A soggy Shayla voice. But Deanna, following the surprise, let her voice play.

"I thought the backyard was a boring and hopeless place. Everyone around you seems to be busy. - Um, Master Shayla, may I call you that?

"Of course!

"Does Lady Shayla want His Majesty's love? to stand above the superior side rooms of the family."

"No! For that matter, I don't want His Majesty's favor or anything. Until a short time ago, the rear palace was just a hard place for siderooms from emerging aristocracy. But" Red Rose "is what I need, and I can walk the hallway normally enough. Want more etc."

"Good! I need someone else to think the same way I do."

"Huh?"

Deanna's voice plays lightly. She continued, making sure Shayla's consciousness was right this way.

"Neither do I believe that the posterior palace before the 'Red Rose' entered the palace was a good place. But it seems to me that all of the 'Red Roses' today are also aiming to expand their forces and kick down the 'Peony' and dye the rear palace to their own colours. I don't think that's a good idea, and I disagree with factional strife. So if you can, I want to live quietly and peacefully without getting caught up in that."

"Dear Dee, I can't believe you wanted that..."

"There are 50 people, maybe one, who think the same way."

Tickling, Deanna grinned zero. There are also signs of laughter from Shayla.

"Calmed down? Dear Shayla."

"Huh? Yeah..."

"If Master Shayla smiled, good for you. Sometimes my skimming habits help."

"Well, Master Dee"

dull, Shayla laughs. After the gentle air flowed, the tone of Shayla's voice fell.

"... Dear Dee. Listen, can I have it?

"Hmm? Yeah, sure."

"Did Master Dee know the rumor that Your Majesty is going to adore 'The Red Rose'?

"Er... there were rumors like that."

"... I, today, met 'Red Rose' for the first time. It must be a rumor, it's beautiful and..., unlike rumors, it was a normal person to talk to."

Deanna's eyes opened wide. Because I understood that Shayla was not confused by the rumors and was trying to see 'Deanna' herself.

"Perhaps it was because I was the daughter of an emerging nobleman who seemed to be part of your own faction. Still, from your words and your eyes, it felt like you were working for me. … may be my, unsolicited desire"

"......, if Master Shayla felt that way, wouldn't that be right?

"Then how happy I am... how sorry I am"

The clouds of the story are getting suspicious. Deanna, who was heart-leaping with joy when Shayla saw herself properly in the 'Red Rose' state, leans her neck unexpectedly as the story continues.

"I'm sorry, what?

"Master Dee, have you seen" The Red Rose, "which was shown to you on the stage with His Majesty today?

"Uh... from a distance, hey, if"

"His Majesty is pouring a gentle glance on me... and I'm sure everyone thought," Red Rose, "if you put your thoughts to His Majesty"

No! As she nearly screamed reflexively, Deanna suppressed her mouth aggressively and managed to indulge.

Apparently, just before he showed up in the hall, Juke was able to listen to people a little bit, and, oh, that moment when he was looking almost at them growing up, he was creating so much misunderstanding. If even Shayla, who was looking at herself relatively calmly, felt that way, Deanna was attacked by a thin cold, wondering how many humans the hell she was mistaken for.

No matter how good you look, or how smart you are, such a mental-age toddler man, I wish from here. At almost the point of being present at a growing moment, Juke in Deanna would only be in a good, younger brother position.

But you can't keep it round and tell Shayla. What a dilemma.

"Beh, the Red Rose, take Your Majesty, is it? Wow, I didn't think so..."

"... you don't have to tell me. Dear Dee, you've noticed how I feel."

"No, so... feelings?

Deanna's heart is on the verge of breaking by giving people too many misunderstandings. It was best to deny it, but it seems that Shayla took the best of it in a different direction.

"... Dear Dee. When rumors of His Majesty and the Red Rose stood, it was not under the Red Rose that His Majesty was passing by."

"Huh...?

"It seems His Majesty was passing by... in my, room, is...!!

I'm sorry, I know.

Deanna was astonished and breathtaking, and she took care of the feeling that she was speechless, even though she couldn't give back her gavel to what she had told me with great determination.