The Inner Palace Tale of a Villainess Noble Girl

What the hell do people do when they realize that the place they want to stand is endlessly far from where they are right now and they don't even know how to get there instead of the road?

Suppose there is already a person in that aspiration and you have to kick that person down in order for yourself to stand there.

... suppose that person who could be kicked down by himself looks very good in the place, combines qualities that should be there, and is more respectable than anyone else.

What am I supposed to do?

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- Also tonight, the king visits Shayla's room.

"Come not, Your Majesty"

"Ah.... a little late"

Shayla smiles and shakes her neck sideways to the kind king who cares for her eyes and works so hard for her. Juke laughed relieved when he acted on the tea he had prepared about the small table.

"The tea you drink in this room tastes rustic. Ask Alford to brew it next time you take a break from your duties."

"Such… is not as great as His Majesty the King loves to use"

"I don't think the price or quality has anything to do with the delicious... right. When it's worth it to be able to drink in Shayla's room, I decide to think"

The look on Juke's face of laughter is the honest boy himself, overflowing with the sentiment of 'delight'. With a smile back at him, Shayla hung out for a while, chatting without any other love.

Laugh, be surprised, or let it peel a little.... Will I be good and behave?

Fighting the anxiety that floats from time to time, she still doesn't want to mourn her casual moment with Juke, and Shayla laughs. - She doesn't know how to do anything but laugh.

Fuji interrupted the conversation and the room became quiet. I wasn't even scared until a while ago. That's sexually horrible now.

"Um,"

"- Still don't feel like talking?

In an attempt to find the topic, when I opened my mouth, I was blocked by a quiet voice.

When he looks at the person in front of him with a slight surprise, he stares at Shayla with a deep glance that sees through to the back of his chest.

"I know you've been worried about something. When I asked poorly, I was going to persevere and I had lost sight of the opportunity to cut it out..."

Shame on him for looking for words but not moving his gaze, for his immaturity, which he had not been able to repair.... I didn't want to be noticed. This gentle guy, if he finds out, he'll worry.

"Shayla. What bothered you is, can you solve it by yourself? Am I lacking someone to talk to?"

"Such a thing!

No, it's not.

I'm not unreliable to Juke...... maybe nothing, but at least I know he'll listen seriously if I talk to him.

Just in case it's "just a story here," I believe it won't even confuse public and private.

So it's not that Juke is lacking as a consultant. It's just that Shayla's not ready to hit the juke directly with the problem she's having right now.

I think it's Deanna, not me, who deserves the righteous queen - I can't believe you're worried about that, in a way, hardest to say to the man in front of you.

"It's not, Your Majesty. I just..."

"Just what's up?

"It's just... I feel sorry for myself"

To the full-blown and overflowing truth, Juke opened his eyes wide.

"Pity? Did you?

"I… for the sake of my country, for the royal palace, because there is nothing I can do"

- Tell you what you can do.

Cold voices and dark reflections of contempt revive the eyes.

Shayla quietly, laid her eyes down.

Since the beginning of the year, the rear palace, although partly deliberate, was generally calm. At the end of the year, it was a handful of samurai who were harassing Shayla, which means the backhouse decided to deport them. The side rooms where the samurai served also seem to be cautious with mismanaged responsibilities.

So many rumors come around, irreplaceable, but most delightfully mediocre days for Shayla. They no longer harassed me on a room by room basis, and Ray and Marika were finally at ease and ready to do their day-to-day work - that was when.

'If you think of anyone, aren't you Baron Carrerdo's warrant? That was just fine. I need to talk to you about something.... you can join us, right?

Stepped and tumbled on the hem of the dress. That's what I told Shayla with my face up - Countess Tandor, Sophia.

It was the side chamber, whispered to be the most vocal in the "Red Roses".

Shayla, the baroness, cannot refuse an invitation from the countess to face and face. Nodding, in the blind spot of the garden where he was taken, Shayla fell into a very unexpected situation, in a sense within the assumption.

Do you really think you can sit in the seat of the Queen?

"Your Lady deserves nothing more than a red rose."

"If you're saying you're better than Red Rose, look, show it to me now"

A huge commonplace situation of one-to-many twitching, prolonged throws were a number of dialogues about how the Red Rose deserves the righteous queen and doesn't even reach her feet, such as Shayla. Blaming only one person in an invisible place, the act itself was dastardly, but it was Shayla who almost agreed with the words of praise of the Red Rose without a word or two.

Utterly, I thought you wouldn't mind Shayla making a futile noise about the rear palace. But they came to complain, just for the sake of the Red Rose, because Shayla, rumored to be 'in the king's favor', couldn't forgive.

Not long ago Shayla would have backed away from herself, shaking her neck sideways in a great panic, saying, "There is no such extermination as me and others hanging out with the Red Rose". Their words are true, and Shayla never thought she could be the righteous queen. With the elegance and piercing that the Queen and Queen deserve, we should have made it clear that in this rear palace, only Deanna is in the "Between the Red Roses" side room.

That made me unable to lie or say it because Shayla's own desire to 'stand next to the King (Juke)', which was nothing else, was sprouting.... I don't just want to support you in the shadows, I want to be a partner in the juke, both public and private, if I can. I feel that way.

'... it is not us, but Your Majesty, who will choose the Queen. Whatever your orders, I will obey them.'

"Busy!

Don!

A strong shock hit his shoulder and, if he noticed, he was being thrust over the grass. When I look up, I gaze at Sophia with burning eyes.

"Think that Your Majesty's love is in you, and it's probably a good concern too! I wonder how much the Red Rose suffers because of your disproportionate mercy to His Majesty. Shame on you!!

Sophia looks down at Shayla with her eyes wide open like she made a fool of herself.

'Oh, I can't believe you don't even know what's natural. I will never forgive you for wearing the crown of the righteous queen. - This is advice. "

If you don't want to see your painful eyes, tell Your Majesty that you will back off...

The last of the words, they walked away.

(It can't be, it can't be. Because...)

It's a play, I said.

Juke, who returned from the prayer of the descent festival and came to see Shayla in a hurry, spoke happily about her relationship with Deanna.

"As Shayla said, the Red Rose is a brilliant and wonderful woman"

"You also expect my feelings to be in Shayla, and when you help me, you say so."

"I'm going to play" Couples, "which is friendly with Red Rose, but that's only a play. My heart has always been and always will be just for Shayla."

Shayla believes there was no lie in the juke that told her that.

… but what if.

(Suppose Deanna, to Your Majesty, was lying)

If you're hiding your thoughts and trying to 'support' Juke and Shayla.... about myself and so on. If that person always moves for someone, it seems possible.

(Because... Happy, I was)

Saw it at the New Year's Eve party, Deanna said. Never before, with softness.

- Really, he seemed happy.

Shayla isn't the only one. It was a change that anyone would notice if they were good people. Riddill, who was with me now, was whining, 'Red Rose, I think I've been polished by some beauty'.

When she falls in love, the woman says she'll be beautiful. It should be more likely that Deanna's reason for the change is her love affair for Juke, even when she thinks about it. - But what Juke is looking at is Shayla.

That one who is kind and kinder than anyone else, so decide to kill your feelings......!

(If so, I am)

How do I...

The attacks by the Sofias continued regularly thereafter. Aim where Shayla is alone, drag her into the shadows, or be taken away to her room in what she calls a 'tea party'.

Then it's just a good story if you don't go outside, but if you pull it off poorly, you'll also worry about Ray and Marika. I don't want to waste my hard work on the two of you who are finally back on track and at ease. So far, Sophia and the others have narrowed the target of the attack to Shayla alone, and it's not as violent as getting hurt. At best, to the extent that he can throw a terrible word at him, then if Shayla is silent, the backhouse will remain 'peaceful'.

Shayla hasn't moved. - No, I couldn't move.

You can also say 'pull yourself back' to Juke.

Proclaiming to Sofia 'to fight the Red Rose squarely' also.

I can't do either, I just, stop...... until today.

"- Shayla. Pathetic, etc., and I didn't have to think so."

The thought that was sinking is drawn back by the voice of Juke. What was ahead of me with my cursory face up was... eyes of thin ice, full of mercy and regret.

An emotional juke stared at Shayla, exhaling softly and bitterly.

"I'm the one who hasn't done anything. In my position as king, I did not know one thing about the life of the people.... Red Rose is so much closer to the people"

"Dear Red Rose, is it?

"Oh, I've been watching the town festival during my prayer journey with patience."

"That sounds like a lot of fun."

"The Red Rose seemed like a lot of fun."

Juke laughed powerlessly as he talked to the people on the road without being cowardly and taught the food and play characteristic of the land.

"I just thought that if I was near the people, I could understand the people.... but that's a mistake. Look, I get it. I'm curious, and getting involved and really understanding is something similar."

Nevertheless, I also feel that the red rose array blends in too much, but as I look at the laughing juke, pity and understanding push against Shayla's chest.

... Ah. The only thing that can really support and guide this one is...

"You don't have to feel sorry for what you can't do. Like me, it's better not to know helplessness as helplessness and not to understand the nature of things."

"Your Majesty"

Shayla - I dare you, blocked Juke's words.

"Thank you, thank you. I've been worried for a long time, but I'm finally determined."

"Uh... ah, ah. Really?

"Yes."

Laughs at him like he's had a good time.... It's okay, it's still funny.

"There have been rumors in the rear palace that it might be time for His Majesty to decide between the Queen and the Queen."

"Such rumors, never mind. Daimyo, you'll just be impressed by the noise of the outer palace."

"But. Doesn't one day Your Majesty have to choose the righteous queen?

Poking at the core, Juke pushed silently for a moment, and.

"Let's get this story over with, Shayla"

"No. Your Majesty, I am"

"That's it!

Shayla also rises up after losing to the risen juke.

"You must understand, Your Majesty too! The queen deserves the Red Rose more than anyone else in the rear palace right now!

"I don't want to hear it!

A flame danced into Juke's eyes, which looked like a lake that had swept earlier.

"I don't want to hear such words from your mouth. The Red Rose deserves the Queen? Because that girl stands out and is the bearer of precious aspirations who thinks of the people? Until then for all those reasons, you are willing to trample on her and my thoughts!!

To Juke's sword curtain, the last word he was about to say pulls in.... I've never seen a juke so rough.

What did Juke think to Shayla, who solidified in front of him? - Silence rules the two of us, and.

"... go home. Today, it seems better not to be near you."

Kuru, Juke turns his back. Quiet out of Shayla's room.

As the footsteps disappeared, Shayla was on her knees.

Don't come to this room anymore -.

I was going to say, the last word. They take up a decisive parting dialogue and realize that they are more relieved than thoughtless and want to kill themselves.

I have to leave, though. I must not be near His Majesty any more...

And yet, I can't believe I'm so happy that Juke blocked me from saying 'goodbye'.

I can't believe I liked it so much, I was...

Trying to get away, for the first time, I know the depth of my thoughts. When, so intensely, had I come to think of him?

Without even wiping the overflowing tears, Shayla welcomes the morning as it is.

Go for a walk after breakfast, guided by Ray and Marika.

By way of example, as in example.

"So, Baroness Carrerdo? Have you made your decision?"

Turn your vain eyes to the Sophia you come across. She seemed to have realized something when she saw how Shayla was doing, and, as she had won, she made her face shine.

"Finally, I see you understand. To Your Majesty properly,"

"I can't."

Pity. But I noticed.

I can't cut goodbye to the king from myself anymore...

"My apologies to the Red Rose, and I want to disappear....... but what I 'pull myself off' is no longer"

"- You are!!

Sophia, whose face turned bright red, grabs Shayla's chest and showers her intense flat hands on her cheeks. Pan! and the high noise sounded, and Shayla said hello.

- Well, that's when.

"Shayla!!

To the sounding voice, time stops.

He's not supposed to be here, that person, approaching at an incredible rate.

"What the hell did you do to Shayla! What the hell are you doing!

Whoever can answer that question cannot be here. Sophia is solidifying with her eyes rounded, in a way that what she sees is incredible.

"... if you don't answer, you think there's a way out? You've disturbed the order of the rear palace, its sins are heavy."

With Shayla behind her back, the person solicits. You heard the noise, sometime. Look, I can see people, too.

... No. Somebody, somebody stop this one.

If 'he' punishes you in front of such a public. The impact on the faction, on politics, is immeasurable.

Even though I understand. And yet, I don't have a voice...

"On your face, I recognize you. Countess Sophia Tandor."

We have to stop...!

"Oh, my God."

"- Sire!!

A cleavage sharp voice overwhelms and dominates the air in this place in an instant.

Looking back so I could play, there it is.

Let the pale, swinging flame dance quietly behind your back.

A piercing gaze, just directed at the king.

Surprisingly plain, even if it's an abbreviation, in a dress.

"So what are you doing -!"

Scary enough, Countess Deanna Crester, was reigning...