The Inner Palace Tale of a Villainess Noble Girl

- Time goes back just before the "Stargazing Banquet" begins.

A feast to be opened for the king to labor the side chambers.

On that somewhat peculiar occasion, Shayla's until now has unfortunately not been peaceful enough to be optimistic that nothing will happen. So far, I have not been harassed by the "Red Roses" or the "Peony", and I have been able to prepare the feast in good order, but it has a "Red Roses" stare. It can be expected with Shayla that there will be some people planning something for the first time since the beginning of the present rear palace, where all the side chambers and the king will gather.

"Shayla, please. Trust me. - Never, no matter what, get your hands on the meal served at the feast."

... That's why I just couldn't predict it was going to be a life-targeting situation.

As a side chamber at the end, Lydil and Nasha visited the courtyard early on, and Shayla, who was bickering with the two of them, found a discerning face among the side chambers that showed themselves one after the other. I'm not that close to myself, but I should have been close to Lydill.

With "Red Rose Extremists" since the beginning of the year, Shayla's position is now very subtle. The inner part of many "Red Roses" is that "I understand Sophia's very claim that she is not a good fighter, but that the righteous queen deserves a Red Rose". All the sympathies were mostly distant to Shayla, who could be an obstacle to Red Rose (Deanna). In the meantime, Lydil and Nasha are the two people who don't dare to read the ambient air and always stay with me.

I'm so glad you two are feeling it. Sometimes I want to be sweet everywhere.

But in a space full of closed women called the rear palace, neglecting a relationship, even minimal information might stop coming around. It goes around to the disadvantage of our dear friends.

"Dear Lidil, Nasha. The hair decoration seems to have slipped a little, so I'll fix it."

So Shayla deliberately left the two sides. Few side rooms admire sociable lidils or the mistress Nasha. If Shayla wasn't even on her side, think they'd talk to me.

Unpopular, hidden in the shadows. I exhaled softly, then.

- I heard one voice I couldn't wait to meet, trusting more than anyone.

I showed Shayla who was standing in the snow, and since the day Dee came, the two of them haven't seen each other. Shayla, with a certain 'certainty', has dared to push and kill her desire to meet Dee.

Next, meet. 'Face to face' is.

Make it "Stargazing Feast," and you decide so.

I wanted to meet him, and I decided to meet him at the Feast of Stargazing. but that shouldn't have been to get such chopped up, slaughtered advice.

I guess I don't have time. I just throw the words, I can't afford to wait for Shayla to reply, and the sound of the clothes rubbing keeps me away. Shayla enjoyed the urge to go after her.

(No, I can't sit in it for that long)

Nevertheless. 'Don't get your hands on the meal served at the feast, no matter what'.

(It's dangerous if you eat it... Poison, maybe)

Otherwise, in this rush, Dee himself would never move on the advice. There was so much urgency in Dee's voice because his life was directly threatened.

Without eating and drinking, it is not something that is painful for Shayla. If Dee tells you not to eat, I won't, that's all.

(You don't have to bother saying 'trust me'. There's no way I don't believe Dee's words)

To the words of her best friend, who was even letting her grief drift, Shayla said this was the case, but she couldn't contain her grin.

- Smart, it's about her. She probably feels what Shayla 'felt' too. Though there may have been a glimmer of anxiety when they wouldn't believe me if I found out who I was.

(... you really are. I don't know who I am.)

Whatever 'look' you have. Whatever 'voice' it was.

The mind cannot be deluded.

Gentle, proud. At all times, Rin, look forward.

One who can love others everywhere, but is somewhere timid about himself, inherent in brittleness.

Ever since we first met, Dee hasn't changed.

Shayla's favorite, sincerely cherished, best friend.

(No matter who you were. I can't shake this feeling.)

Shayla returned to her feast seat, feeling sunny for some reason when she said she was being targeted for her life.

"Dear Shayla, you were late."

"Are you all right?

"I'm sorry for your concern. It's okay."

To Lidil and Nasha, who seem worried, smile back.

The three get to their seats amicably and wait for the arrival of the superiors.

Dear Master - I saw Countess Keel, Leticia. Without waiting so long, Suzuran and Sleeping Lotus - Yolanda Eustre and Rhea Stresia show up together. Opening a little between them, Dear Peony - Liliane Landrose looked elegant.

(Oh and look, you don't look like a bad guy.)

Liliane, who is both short and lovable in her face, is somewhat of an asylum-seeking, flamboyant young lady. Normal people wouldn't believe that she was meeting and pulling men in the royal palace like that.

I was totally thinking about that, in Shayla's ear.

"Dear Red Rose, Welcome"

Madam Chief, Mrs. Magnum's, quiet but beating the crowd, strange mouth has arrived.

As everyone calmed down, a red rose with a grin on her mouth - Deanna Crester could see her hips down on her seat, wrapped around the character of a queen. From both neighbors, I hear a sigh of admiration, ho......

"As always, beautiful..."

"It's like a fantastic treat with a brilliant star in red."

Deanna's costume was more remarkable than anyone else on the scene and more suited to the spirit of The Feast of Stargazing. The usual combination of silver in red makes the entire costume gleam...... although there is a division between good and bad judgment regarding the emphasis on the "bad guy side" of the person who wraps it up.

At least I couldn't doubt the beauty, so Shayla snorted, too.

"Really. It's divinely beautiful"

"I wonder where that cloth came from. I'd like to talk to you when I get a chance about the Chamber of Commerce that the Red Rose is turning into."

"Isn't it from Master Nasha's?

"He said we didn't have that technology at home... because our home is only focused on mass producing quality stuff"

Basically, both Ridil and Nasha favor 'Red Rose'. I think Shayla. Not really. Not like Ray and Marika who say 'Red Rose' badly from time to time. That's why Shayla could also run to praise Deanna without a heart in front of the two of us.

"So is the cloth, but it's only because you're still a red rose that you can wear all that stuff."

"That's true."

"You can't wear that costume unless you're a Red Rose"

Once again there, in the voice of Mrs. Magnome, the king's visit is told. The side chambers stood in unison, drooling their heads, waiting for the voice of the king.

After a while, his voice prompts him to take a seat. - I looked up first, I haven't seen it in a long time, there was a juke figure.

"I am deeply grateful for the dedication of those people from everyday life. Tonight is a short night, but we have a feast seat for everyone to enjoy. - I want you to talk to each other intimately, not to be trapped up and down your identity."

Pass well, his voice. He desperately tries to stand as a 'king', far from this place with Shayla, after all.

(... but, Your Majesty. I made up my mind)

Next time you talk to him. Tell me everything you feel, honestly.

I don't know if you'll accept it anymore, though. Both about Juke and about 'Dee', Shayla decided.

- Now that she's no longer lost, there's nothing more to be afraid of.

Shayla didn't touch any of the meals she was transported to, as advised. Fortunately, this feast is rude, free to eat and leave your seat. Two friends worried about Shayla were carefree, but I can't enjoy the feast with that all the time. When I asked him many times to make it easier because he was fine, and the feast was near the end, each of them finally went out to greet the friendly side rooms. Lydill asked me out, but Shayla says no.

(Wrong, I have to see that someone never eats this meal or something)

This feast, which is regarded as the king's heart's exhaustion, is naturally part of the meal to be served. If you don't turn it upside down so you can't eat it, it's quick, but if you do, naturally, it becomes reprehensible. As much as I can be jerked off in the rear palace, there's nothing I can do if I get here, but I want to avoid acts that can be a burden to my loved ones.

(... Speaking of which, who poisoned you?

'Peony' or 'Red Rose'?

Though that would be the mountain of people who would disturb Shayla's life.

… if your wish comes true.

(I hope the person 'she' suffers from isn't the killer)

- Though I knew it was a thin, unfulfilled wish.

"Good day, Master Shayla."

Standing forward, the shadow of more than one person falls on Shayla.

Before the brutal reality, shaking off the darkening thought, Shayla looked up all the time.

"- I'm in a good mood. Dear Sofia, Ladies and Gentlemen"

Yes. Before Shayla, I stood.

It was Countess Sophia Tandor and her friends, who are considered close to Deanna among the "Red Roses".

I feel sorry for Shayla's heart as she watches them blame me for not eating the meal - more anger than that, creeping up.

(... why)

How can you do this?

Protected by Deanna, the 'Red Rose' girlfriends.

Heart of Deanna, who desires peace in the rear palace, peace in this country.

Why can't you understand?

Even if, indeed, Deanna wants the Queen.

She never chooses to climb up this way.

- More than anyone, I respect my life, that kind one. Never step on someone's 'death' or anything!

In front of the soup cup that was being pressed, Shayla, if she noticed, was shaking her neck sideways.

"Thank you for your concern....... but Dear Sophia, I have one who believes more than you do."

"Huh...?

"Dear Sophia. To Master Sophia, are you there? I don't know what he looks like, just his voice, but I can believe him unconditionally. Believe me, no matter what happens as a result, I don't regret it. - The more so, the more important one."

That's right. Always that voice, the words, the minds. It was Shayla's signpost.

Notice what you want. I was dazzled by the endlessness of the place I was aiming for, even then.

Rin stood there, illuminating Shayla's heart.

I believe her. Whatever happens, I won't break that promise.

Believe me, being strong. I'm sure it's connected to helping and protecting her.

Yes. - I want to protect you, Shayla.

"Dear Sophia. Not yet, we'll make it. Even if we're talking like this, we can end it with just a chat. Please don't make Deanna sad that you're risking your life."

The person who received it correctly read the back of Dee's advice not to let Shayla die: 'Don't get your hands on the meal'.

The king opened it, at this feast. There must be no such thing as "poisoning noise".

I don't even understand that, to the ladies in front of me, there's even a rare frustration.

"- You must be the one grieving Deanna!

"Even if that were the case, as much as Deanna doesn't want this to happen, if you look at that one, you'll see!!

I'm not frightened anymore. I don't get lost. I don't hesitate.

I decided to believe it. When I defended it, I decided.

Do everything you can, even with unlimited and weak power.

I decided to protect the one I loved, the one I loved -.

I warped my face wide, Sophia's arms stretching out.... but you're going to give him a drink.

If I didn't, I put a lot of effort into my throat - then, it was.

"- Dear Sophia. What kind of play is that?

My spine is freezing, I heard voices.

When, I wonder, was there? If you rush your eyes to the upper seat, it's natural, but there, there's no sign of her.

Wrapped in a red silver dress, more beautiful than anyone else on this occasion, the side chamber head 'Red Rose' is.

Right now, at this moment. It's right next to Shayla and the others.

Quiet, farther away, Deanna trying to blame the Sofias for their actions and keep them there. Delivery and a desperate desire come from the pale eyes like the sea.

- Yet.

"Dear Red Rose! This one, Master Shayla, does not intend to lay hands on the meals that His Majesty has given her in awe! That's disrespectful, we were just trying to tell you."

More so, just as if the stage was over, aimed at a pleasant silence.

Sophia said the words out loud.

(Well, let's...)

Sophia would have blamed Shayla alone. If you point that out, it is unnatural to reject that the 'Red Rose', which is supposedly amicable with the 'King', does not blame Shayla.

But Shayla... And 'Red Rose' is.

I know Shayla's meal is a 'murder weapon'.

After a few beats of silence.

Strong determination flashes in the eyes of the sea.

"Oh... that's true. Master Shayla, don't you have an appetite?

A voice that sounds a lot, even though it's not sticking up.

"My beloved, I cannot eat a meal from His Majesty the King, for whatever reason."

She laughs against the backdrop of the brilliant night sky with numerous stars.

"Very, very nice."

... pathetically, it was beautiful.

Slowly, Deanna approaches Shayla. While no one around her could move, Shayla looked at her somewhere nostalgic, seeing her up close for the first time in a long time. The dress is beautiful, but my face is still beautiful... oh my god, even hold a misguided praise.

... Unexpectedly, my eyes stop at the delicate silverwork that sways between her hair.

On the three arc-drawn moons, the snow accumulates.

Regular but irregular, snow crystals.

Together, they shake and shake...

(Ah...)

As Shayla had decided.

She, too, had made up her mind.

- The next time I see him, he says, face to face.

I gave it to Dee, the "Snow Moon" violin.

It was one of them who emerged by inserting it, reigning at the apex of the rear palace.

Side chamber head 'Red Rose', Countess Deanna Crester.

(Again... it was you)

To be honest, I want to know who I am, and I think I would have gotten to this conclusion sooner if I had gathered all this up and reasoned.

Dee was extremely afraid that Shayla would see her face.

For the side chamber at the end, I was strangely familiar with Red Rose and Shayla.

When Red Rose seems busy, she seems equally busy.

When the Red Rose accompanied the king at the Coming Festival and was out to worship, there was a note saying, 'I cannot see him'.

So far, there were all the easy elements to understand, and Shayla didn't realize it, because she had unconsciously forbidden herself to explore who Dee was. I don't want you to know her face. If you force her to reveal her qualities, your friendship could be interrupted at that point. That's all, because I didn't like it no matter what.

Yet, Shayla felt it. Juke saw me surrounded by the Sophias, and he was about to run wild, then. Look at Deanna for rushing me.

"Dee?"

No questions, no discomfort. I almost called her for granted.

Different voice, too. Even the face, in a way, is the 'Red Rose' I'm used to seeing. If you insist, the dress is plain, but before the force emanating from herself, it's a trivial thing.

From anywhere, she's not even supposed to be the 'Dee' Shayla imagined.

Not with reason, but with intuition. Shayla understood. - This guy says it's "Dee."

Ever since I realized it, honestly, was a storm of confusion. For Shayla, who had already become aware of her love for Juke and was half-prepared, the drawings of 'Red Rose Maybe in Love with Her Majesty' equals' Dee 'can only be a nightmare. I took the liberty of planking myself and was afraid of what I would do if Dee neglected me... but in her words she came on a snowy day, I found that to be worrying too. Even if Shayla's intuition that' Red Rose 'is' Dee 'is Shayla's mistake, she just assured me that Dee doesn't like Juke at this time, and Shayla's heart lightens.

That's what I thought. He wants to tell me.

If, even if they hate you. Right, look at your face.

Knowing who you are doesn't change the way you feel about liking you.

If it's going to happen, I want to stay friends. I want you to be my best friend.

Because she wanted to say so, Shayla warned herself that the next time she met Dee was at the feast.

(even though...)

The reality is, tough.

In front of Shayla, Shayla's meal flies through the sky. Deanna flipped Shayla's meal as she deliberately unbalanced her body and tilted her body. The food that fell to the ground naturally did not retain its original appearance, and it was thought that there would be no livestock just to tell them to eat this.

To Deanna, who confirmed that condition and laughed relieved, Shayla couldn't contain her overflowing heart.

(Also, you are -)

The hardest part, I try to take on.

I tried to protect you, and in the end, I was protected.

"I'm sorry, Master Shayla. I ruined your food."

"Yes, uh. You know, Deanna, Sama..."

"But you don't mind, do you? Originally, it was a meal I didn't intend to eat."

Even a high-flying dialogue, now I know it's your fabric stone that protects everything.

Spicy as that, don't laugh -!

Shayla can't have words to hang on Deanna urging 'Red Rose Extremists' and trying to get back to her seat.

Externally, it's probably quite unnatural for Shayla to thank Deanna, who can only be seen as' snored out by the Red Rose '.

That's how she always does it, and I don't even let her say thank you.

(Dee's, silly)

I leaned down, in Shayla's eyes.

Shimmering, silver.

I gave in unconsciously and picked it up. Elongated bars with delicate decorations.

(snow, moon -)

On the clap I fell, I guess I fell out of Deanna's hair.

Elongated, exotic pigeons are difficult to secure simply by inserting them. It's weird what Shayla told you, but now you have no idea how to wrap your hair around it.

Shayla's breasts go so far as to think of her best friend's heart that she still inserted a user-friendly tweezer.

"Ahhh!!

- It was then that an unusual scream arose.

In front of a flashing Shayla, things quickly roll to the worst.

Floating in a pond, dead fish.

It's noisy that Shayla's meal was poisoned, the side rooms.

Up to the edge of his mouth, by the way.

"... oh, oh"

My whole body trembles, I hear a side chamber head.

The moment I saw her face, for some reason, Shayla understood everything.

(No -!)

Who wants that much?

Who's strong enough for her to even throw her life?

That promise to take care of yourself.

In one way, it shouldn't be.

(Dee!!

Deanna ate the meal that was in Shayla's meal. Shayla barely remembers the aftermath of the King urging her to leave.... I just can't think of any disturbances to keep Deanna from breaking what she protected.

If you notice, in the room you're used to. I was getting a bedtime greeting from the samurai.

In a room alone, you can't possibly sleep or anything, and wander around. I noticed my whole body was out of cold, and I wove a borrowed shawl, which was close by.

(Dee... please, stay alive. Don't die......!

I haven't told him yet. Shayla hasn't been able to convey any of the words she wants to say.

Even the tweezer I should have given it to you came back to Shayla.

If that happens, like this, breaks the bond between the two of us...

(No. I won't admit such a future)

Should be able to. There's got to be something Shayla can do.

Think. Now in this situation, what can Shayla do?

Something, something...!

"- Excuse me. Dear Shayla Carrerdo,"

Suddenly, from across the door, I heard a quiet voice. To her unfamiliar voice, Shayla breathes a little and pretends to be calm.

"... who could it be?

"I'm afraid for the night. My name is Belle, and I am a maid of honor with Count Tandor's Lady."

At this time, the manners of the opponent I hit flashly earlier. Don't be alarmed, it's an impossible story.

Always soft Shayla's expression becomes harsh.

"Yes. What can I do for you?

"We ask you to know that this is an overbearing and ambitious request. Will you please visit the Lord and listen to me?"

"... really, it's a pleasure"

"Sorry"

Beyond the door, Bell's voice becomes something that looks painful.

"We both know it's not the right thing to ask Shayla to do. … If Shayla didn't eat at Sophia's banquet today, I'm sure you'll notice."

"I won't allow you to talk here any more"

What is this samurai trying to say in a place where no one knows who is listening, no matter how midnight?

To a blocked Shayla, rather relieved, Bell exhales.

"... Master Sophia, you have it." I'm going to have to give you the pills. "

Shayla's eyes opened. Do you have the antidote, Sophia?

Unexpectedly, Shayla knocks on the door.

"Then why! That's what we don't deliver to the Red Rose!

"Sorry! I have repeatedly said that we should, too." I've lost the credibility of the Red Rose. Nobody believes in my words like this, 'and they cry me down, and I'm not in a very verbal state. … if Shayla would like you to take a sip, or we, too, would like to take a sip of straw. "

It was a disjointed word that seemed to be in a hurry, but I could understand what Bell was trying to say. If Shayla, whose original purpose was to say, "I believe in you," she would be entrusting a glimmer of hope that the confused Sofia might also return to sanity.

Shayla thought a little. Shayla doesn't know about Belle, but as far as the word goes, she really seems to think about the Lord.

And most importantly. If there's an antidote, we need to get it to Deanna ASAP. Surely Shayla could be useful in forgiving the confusing Sophia. If you look up at people who can't be there, who can't come, it's something that calms you down once.

Here, if you can find a relationship other than hostility with Sophia. Even for Deanna, it should work in her favor.

Thinking about all of them, Shayla nodded.

- The usual Shayla would never have come to such a conclusion. She understood on the ground that a samurai is absolutely not a trustworthy being, and she's smart enough to think of a poisoned person as a 'trap' if a convenient being comes out front. If Sophia had the antidote in the first place, she would have gone straight to 'Between the Red Roses', though confused. Sophia and I were incompatible with that philosophy of action, but in one respect, 'Red Rose Praise', we had a strange empathy. I don't care if she dies for the Red Rose, there's no way she dumps the chance to save the Red Rose on the dob, considering her own credibility in the Red Rose's life crisis.

But Shayla wasn't calm right now. No matter how calm you tell yourself, it's stranger to be calm in front of the reality that one of your loved ones dared to poison you in order to protect yourself. Normally, things that come to mind immediately also make me wonder if that's what it would be like if I were caught in smoke with the most seemingly uttered words and attitudes.

I want to help Deanna. The enemy used that strong feeling in Shayla.

I put a "snow moon" twist on my dress, and Shayla walked in the rear palace in a way that was guided by Bell. Step by step, suspicion swells in Shayla, chasing Bell's hindsight, turning away from the public.

(Where was Sophia's room? No matter where it was, we need to go through the side of the wall that is close to the outer palace...?

No way, I realized.

- At that time, it was too late.

You will not escape, Master Shayla.

Cold, colorless, bell voice like someone else.

Sheila, who turns her heel and tries to escape, is feathered by someone from behind.

A strange smelly cloth was pressed against his mouth, and Shayla's consciousness went far away -.