The Marquis’ Daughter Acts As A Pawn

(What the hell is going on...)

Anne - Monica Anthrune was looking at her leopard-changing colleague, who was supposed to have an advantage until earlier. No, I instantly understood that the blue eyes I was looking up at were not Ellen I hated, someone else.

Monica couldn't stop trembling.

Specially made medicines formulated by childhood care. Until now, even the people behind it have never been ineffective.

Even if you realize that you were overconfident and that you failed, it's too late.

My life is held by a human being who was about to dispose of it.

Monica was scared just to think so.

A woman riding horseback on her kicked up abdomen weighs in, her sober thoughts tangled up in that intense pain.

(I can't die yet...... but what can I do!

Monica felt a tickle and pain rush from her neck muscle.

A raw warm liquid conveys the neck.

She was carefully flaunted with it and gently touched her lips with the woman's luxurious fingers as she gave her red.

Understanding from the scent of painted red that it is his own blood, Monica's face darkens the color of fear. More to the words told to the woman. Monica learns the pointlessness of resistance.

"Hehe, I knew that you hated Ellen... but I loved you so much. Did you know that? Hey, Monica Antrone, former Baron Warden?

What I could hear was not Ellen's adorable voice like a birdie's twitch, but a bell-like voice.

This woman knows herself - Monica decided that the woman was a church dog.

(Is it possible that mummy removal is on the mummy...? I regret, I have accomplished nothing!

With fear and remorse, Monica burst into tears, but never shed those tears as her least possession, and at least glanced at the woman in disobedience.

The woman grinned deeply at Monica's appearance, and the woman spoke with pleasure.

"The first thing I thought was strange was breakfast worship. Anne - Already, Monica would be nice. Monica never got a thank you. The next time Miriam, Ellen and Anne, the three of us had a long chat, but when Ellen and I were alone, it was always about a mild greeting, wasn't it? That's what happened when we met at the library. Because of Ellen's character, Ann doesn't have the elements she hates. Why? If there were elements other than character, it wasn't Ellen's faith, or if I thought so, I would have followed you naturally with my eyes. And I asked him to look into you near me."

"... I didn't think I was that attractive"

Monica hid the threat and provoked the woman.

"Yeah, really. When Ellen and Father Michael showed up on their first night shift, you were desperately killing your own heart and acting flat Anne, weren't you? But if you play, don't hold hands and bleed... well, I can't tell you about people either. You seem to think of me as a church spinner, but no. I'm glad you believe me there. By the way, Monica, do you want revenge on King's Metropolitan Church?

To the woman that she's not a church dog, then maybe we can negotiate a little.

That's what I thought. Monica decided to be honest... even if she lied to me, this woman could tear me apart right away. Monica judged from the woman's unusual observational eye and acting skills.

"The Baron Anthrone family was a growing aristocrat from the merchants. But both my father and brother had sworn allegiance to His Majesty the King, and me and my brother were proud of the Baron Anthrone family like that. Six years ago, my house was convicted of treason by being clothed with innocence. A messenger from the Wang capital was to come, but my father and brother were in the mansion with great admiration, saying that His Majesty would understand. But that's where the priest from King's Church came in. The priest was - First Father Michael. The priest said he wanted to ask for a donation, and he didn't know our house was guilty. When my father asked the priest to go home today that it was inconvenient, the guard next to him stabbed my father with a sword and killed him. Soon the escaping servants and my family were killed by those who surrounded the house. I was close. It was helpful to get out of the hidden aisle with the servant's child. I survived with a nanny's daughter of the same hair color and eye."

"So, trying to avenge Father Mikhail?

"Yeah, that too...... the raiders of the mansion had an indistinguishable outfit, but the weapon was engraved with the letters of the Duke McMillan family. I... I hate King's Metropolitan Church and the Duke of McMillan for killing my family! Plus I hate the incompetent country that was used by the Duke of McMillan to rub innocent sins and hurt our pride! I am!!

"Is that all you have to say -"

The woman who should have been laughing had at some point turned into an icy, faceless look.

But only the eyes were filled with anger in the absence of expression.

"Ha-ha."

The woman grabbed Monica's neck, clawed her shallow cut and decided.

The intense pain makes it easy for Monica to shed the tears she was never going to shed.

"Nothing, I'm not telling you not to take revenge... it's personal freedom, isn't it? But you push the end of your house into the country, and so on. Shall I tell you one thing, Monica Antrone? Your house was sinned because of neglect. You didn't come under the shelter of a house that could stand up to the Duke of Macmillan. I was not part of any faction, so I was stuck."

"Oh, that 's--"

Squeeze out Monica's voice as she withstands the pain.

"Is it because you are a growing emerging nobleman? That's not true. You can't just do business, because you're noble. Weak aristocrats only have the power to fly if they blow when they say aristocrats. That's why you're desperate to hone yourself, increase your value, and gain the back shield of a big house you can trust. That might look like a lowlife selling flair if you see it from the side. But that's to protect your home, so you don't want anyone else to fall for it, do you? But if you get a credible back shield, your house will prosper - that is, your country will prosper. Monica, did you interact with aristocratic children and sons? According to the research, you hardly attended a tea party or anything. Born into a nobleman, even a child must do all he can for the house... if he loves the house and is proud of it."

"Ah, ah..."

Monica took the woman's word for it, so she was at her best.

The woman takes her hand off Monica's neck, fingers on Monica's lips, and tells Monica with a luscious grin.

"And one more thing. The Duke McMillan family is the prey of my Marquis Lewis family. It's very difficult to get revenge on your own."

"Lewis......!?

Monica couldn't hide her amazement at the woman's words.

Speaking of the Lewis family, it is a family of three pillars of the royal family, whose substantial power is superior to that of the Duke of McMillan.

"Excuse me, you didn't introduce yourself yet"

That said, the woman pulls her dark tea hair hard.

Then what showed up was a light blonde with a loose wave.

"Please forgive the color of your eyes, because I am changing them with eye drops. I am the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Lewis, Julianna, and I will see you later."

The woman who retreats from Monica - Julianna pinches a simple cotton nightdress and takes the perfect lady's salute.

"Hey, why, Lewis' maid..."

"That's a particular sentiment. In a nutshell, I'm on a mission. I play the man's pawn."

"How dare you pawn Lewis' courtier?"

"My employer is a belly-black bastard of livestock. Sounds like you're doing well for nothing, and you're feeling the thoughts of my Lewis family. That's why I want to get a lot done before they play or interrupt me. Monica, here's a suggestion... would you like to enter into a cooperative relationship with me?

"Cooperation... I don't think you need the help of a stupid woman who vows revenge like me..."

"You didn't say anything bad about revenge. Isn't it nice that they loved you so much that they wanted revenge? I don't know if I'm conscious after death, but I'm glad my body will avenge me after I've been killed."

"Normally, don't you say you can't take revenge? You don't want to put your body behind you in danger."

"I don't know what normality is, but there are no incompetents in my Lewis family. Therefore, even if I am slain in the middle of my heart, they will surely fight against my enemies. Because I believe in them."

"If someone can trust you so much, you don't need my help…"

"You say strange things. Working with me would make revenge easier than it is now... well, I won't give way to the Duke McMillan family. In the first place, I do not offer cooperation to the incompetent."

"That's..."

"First of all, the liquid you made me swallow, to tell you the truth, was dangerous. Originally, the assassin was in a position to target him, so he was able to tolerate poisons and medicines. That's a special tolerance, too. That's why I spoiled and accepted your attack...... but that liquid was powerful and for a little while, but it did work"

"But that's not what I made."

"I think it's worth it just to say you're in a position to get it. Besides, the true value of you is the strength of action to get into the King's Capital Church for revenge and a strong attitude that will never yield under any circumstances. It's difficult… I told you first, I love you."

The dust and the earlier hit changed, and gently Julianna smiled.

Monica was fascinated by the beauty of the expression that changed from Julianna's.

"I am a fool...... even though I say I will cooperate, I may use you only to the detriment of my own vengeance. Still, will you let me cooperate?"

"I don't mind. If I had been hunted down by you, it would have been my eyes in the pit. But I am confident in my own eyes. So take full advantage of me."

"If you say so much, I will work with you in a whisper"

Shaking hands, Monica and Julianna became collaborators.

Monica took revenge, and Julianna...

"We don't apologize because it's each other, but let's make allowance for the wounds. No, here's the thing: 'Oh, Anne, are you okay -! Allow it immediately!

"It's not strange if you're supposed to be killed, and you don't need an apology. 'Yeah, Mr. Ellen... well, I can only trust allowances. Please -'"

"" Phew. ""

They both laughed at each other.

The next day, I had a secret sorority and saw Ellen and Ann at a reduced distance, and Miriam, who was on the night shift, was just a little obstinate.