The Marquis’ Daughter Acts As A Pawn

"I wonder if this is okay..."

I peek into my hand mirror to check my familiarity.

It has a white chiffon piece with a handmade rose costume.

I made it for you in your spare time. But quite a force.

By the way, this rose is made from salmon pink rose flowers that were decorated at the window.

The dark brown hair was put together for a brief half-up.

Date-style coordination of girls around the age.

It's not a date to go, it's an exchange of information, though.

I asked Marie to deliver the undercover report to Edward via Linus and wondered if she would get a reply...... all I could get was a love letter reply.

Siege to Ellen, of course.

The date and time is specified, and today is the date specified.

I did write that I wanted you to reply, but I didn't expect a ridden reply to my date...... to be honest, I didn't expect it.

I don't have a response to the report, so I have to go to the exchange of information today.

Perhaps Mr. Edward's men will come.

I can't believe you made fun of me with a love letter because you were about to die.

You can't be an adult... me, though, before adulthood.

And you have a bad feeling about it, don't you, depression?

It's time to head to the rendezvous point. I can't make it in time.

I never left the dorm room.

Martha and Miriam were there as we went down the stairs to the front door.

They're both niggling and disgusting, I honestly don't want to get involved right now.

But I can't get out of the dorm without passing in front of the two of you.

And I turned my belly, and walked down the road unto the front door.

"Ellen, don't talk to me. Are you leaving?

"Whoa, you're in a good mood!

I was still caught.

I don't like it...... I just dye my cheeks a little bit on Zhu and face them both.

Now it's Ellen, not Julianna.

"Good morning, Mr. Martha, Miriam. Heh, I was ashamed of the two of you niggling!

"What, I told you about the recommended cafe! You should have seen Giro for a little while."

"That's it!

This past week since the reply from Sieg came.

Various people, led by Miriam, kept asking me about the date, digging for roots and leaves.

Honestly, I'm stressed out.

"No, we're going to Siana Park, and now they're going to see the autumn flowers."

"Heh, we're going to Ciana Park. I mean, after the cafe, are lovers neat with each other? Ku - I envy you!!

Miriam is currently recruiting a lover.

He doesn't seem to be the type to last very long with his lover.

"Please don't make fun of me anymore! Martha, you'll be back tomorrow at noon."

"Aye, you've delivered it properly out and it's fine. Call the gatekeeper when you leave the church. Hey, don't forget."

"Copy that. Okay, I'm coming!

I'm not gonna let you talk to me when I get home.

"Good luck with your date, good luck with your fight"

Leaving the white dorm, I was headed to the gate.

Through a tree-lined path, as the gate approached, I saw a red-haired gatekeeper.

It's Sam.

He's a gatekeeper with no food on his face... he's quite clever.

When it comes to mercenaries, many are specialized in fighting.

There will be nothing to see and notice Mr. Sam, such as Sabat's mercenary and church gatekeeper, wearing two masks, etc.

Much more diverse mercenary.

I'd really like to investigate Mr. Sam in detail, but now I'm behind because there's so much else to prioritize.

"Ah, Mr. Sam! Good morning."

"Uh, Miss Ellen. It's been, like, three months? Haven't you made a mistake since?

"And I didn't! I guess."

"Did you..."

"I say failure is the source of success, and I'm fine"

"Please, don't make medical mistakes."

"Rude! I won't."

Observe Mr. Sam at once.

My spine was stretched out like it was a few months ago.

About ten days ago, I was caught in an explosion.

At that time, you were right to make a quick run for it...

I am no match for this man.

If I had fought for stupid honesty, I would have either been killed on the spot or tortured to death...... oh, they're both dead in the end.

"So, what can I do for you, gatekeeper?

"Yes, Martha told me to speak to the gatekeeper before I went out."

"Right. What time are you coming home?

"I'm going to be back around noon tomorrow!

"Copy that. To find out from that outfit... is that a date?

"Hmm. ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."

"Miss Ellen has a girlfriend, and she says she's not here for me..."

"Well, one day you'll find someone good! When..."

"Grunt...... my pure heart is hurt!

"I don't know that. Yikes. Then I'll be there."

I walked out, putting down Mr. Sam with a darker face.

It's nothing. It's not payback, is it?

Head to the clock tower at the rendezvous point.

Ever since I left the gate, there are signs that someone is following me.

I'm sure you're alerting Sabato intruders.

Trouble.

But...... that's a nasty tail.

The number is one. Are you an amateur how easy it is to understand?

Totally, Marie would follow me perfectly without enlightening me.

Out of the house, I went outside to perform, and I was often tailed by the man of the house.

After being caught and scolded many times, I became unusually more capable of detecting signs.

As a result, I was able to perform without anyone interrupting me.

Reflection? If I had time to do that, I would hone my abilities as an actor!

But after Marie became my maid, she could no longer be scattered.

I don't even feel a sign.

At first he had been brought back, but since my father was allowed to go outside in the name of gathering information, Marie has secretly come to escort me.

Especially since I'll get you a novel later.

But thinking about it... Sam, who didn't let me sense the signs until he was critical enough to wave down Halvard, may have Marie-like combat skills.

Oh, I'll stop thinking. Now let's shame our own lives.

As the clock tower approached, I saw a blonde man.

It is the appearance as specified in the letter.

Oh, he's wearing glasses too... blue eyes?

When I realize that, the idea of no way in me arises.

No way, no way, no way!

Every time I approached him, I was reminded that that was no way a reality.

Oh, I want to escape reality.

A man with blue eyes with a merchant-like look of glasses on his blonde hair.

That's not the Second Prince's men - it's Second Prince Edward himself.

How did this happen...

What is aide Cyrus doing to your guardian?

I stared at Master Edward with all my heart.

Then Master Edward smiled and called to me gently, "Ellen".

My belly, the black prince! Work on it!!

My inner cry did not reach Master Edward.

No, you must be noticing and smiling.

I rushed out to Master Edward with anger.