The Marquis’ Daughter Acts As A Pawn

'Happy Birthday, Father. From Julianna'

It was my father's birthday today.

I don't even feel like giving you a birthday card when you're ten, but I wrote reluctantly because the chief samurai told me to.

At any rate, my father would not be pleased with a gift from me...

My father, who barely comes home, came home today for some reason.

I was looking forward to hearing that Vincent, who enrolled in an all-door cadet school a few months ago, is going home today...... it's a hell of a day.

"Excuse me. Father, may I have a word?"

"Get in."

I didn't really want to see her, but I came to my father's office because the chief samurai was tired of giving it to me directly.

When I went inside, my father was just walking through a pile of paperwork.

My father's blonde hair, illuminated by the light that plunges through the window, makes a reluctant claim to the connection of blood to himself.

Fortunately, the color of my eyes is blue for my father, and because I am purple and different, if I look into my eyes and speak, I can manage to be normal.

Purple eyes seem to be very rare, the only thing I like about my appearance because I can feel my late mother now, who was the color of the same eyes.

Hiding the heart I wanted to escape from, I acted as bright as I could and offered my father a birthday card.

"Father! Happy Birthday."

My father received his birthday card and glanced at it, seeming uninterested...... rather wrinkled between his eyebrows and looked disgusted.

"If you have time to do something nagging, why don't you do something for the house? Sooner or later you will marry someone else for the Lewis family. But... the Lewis don't need the incompetent. If it's not for this house, I'll cut off how many fruit daughters."

"... I'm sorry, Father"

I quickly graced the lady, and went out of my father's office to flee.

After all, this is what happened!!

Your father hates me... No, he only thinks it's a tool for the Lewis family!

I didn't write a birthday card because I was stuck with the head samurai.

"The Lewis don't need an incompetent."

Words like curses that have been said many times.

Whether you are able to learn politeness perfectly, dance difficult songs with a smile, or learn a language from another country, your father will not always praise you. All they always say is the same word.

Every time I'm told, I realize I don't care about my father.

Running into my room I jumped into bed without worrying about the dress or anything.

"I hate it... I hate it! Your father and the Lewis family all hate you!! My side is... only Vee."

Hollows and a glimmer of tears convey cheeks.

"Ma'am, I brought you some tea"

A samurai came in with tea.

I really wanted you to be alone for a little while, but I can't help it.

I wipe my tears, put on my mask and hide my feelings.

"Thanks"

"No, it's for the lady."

If you look at the face of the samurai, she was a new samurai who came in recently.

You must have come worried about me... but to be honest, it was an extra favor.

But that's what you did in your favor, so I swallowed the word.

"Ugh..."

When I mouthed the tea, I felt just a little exhilarated.

"And your husband is terrible! I can't believe the lady left her birthday card in the corner."

"Right..."

You're already spreading among servants... I didn't want to know.

I accidentally laughed bitterly, but without realizing it, the samurai continues to talk.

"The lady is fortunately a girl, so you can leave this house if you marry her! The lady is adorable, so she has already come to terms with it from royalty in her neighboring country and senior nobility in the country. The Duke McMillan's house is here to talk to you! Awesome."

"Duke of Macmillan......"

As an aristocratic education, the family chart of the domestic aristocracy is crude.

The Duke McMillan family should now have only had one older daughter than me, preceded by his wife. I mean, only dukes are men - but they should be the same age as my father.

I know in my head that it is noble duty to marry politically.

Except when it comes down to me this way.

"... could you leave me alone for a moment? I'm sorry."

"? Okay."

The samurai leaves the room, and when she is alone again, tears overflow helplessly.

Do I have to live as an instrument for the Lewis family to prosper?

One unpleasant thought came to mind after another.

"I feel weak... no, let's change our mood."

I take a notebook out of the locked drawer of my desk.

The brown skin cover is thinly dirty and gives you a sense of life.

And I opened the notebook, and looked upon the first page, that I might eat in.

Written down is a line of unintelligible characters.

This notebook was given to me about a month ago by my late mother and my attending.

Apparently this was written down by the late mother - Elizabeth Mother - and she forgot that the attending had kept it, and now she has given it to me as her daughter.

I have two mothers.

Elizabeth, it's Mother and Karen.

Apparently it was a relationship between the First Lady and the Second Lady, but it seemed like a good relationship for the head samurai to say.

Mother Elizabeth died because she was originally weak when she gave birth to me.

Mother Karen is Vee's mother, and she raised me like a real daughter after Mother Elizabeth died - she doesn't remember much because me and Vee died in an accident when she was three.

This notebook, given to me by my attending physician, is as if my mothers were beside me, my precious treasure.

"I knew I couldn't read it, but..."

I knew immediately that this unintelligible character was a cipher.

But I don't know how to solve a cipher, and I can't ask others about it in a detour.

I jumped to solve it in the tunnel personally, but it seems to be written down in a different cryptography page by page, and the decryption doesn't go as far inside as I think. At that time, I found a decrypted book at Mother Elizabeth's home - the Duke of Orcott's house, which I can often keep.

Apparently, Mother Elizabeth had a gift for cryptography, and her uncle told her that she had developed a number of cryptography in her lifetime.

At that time, my mother still had a loose face because she thought it was amazing.

"Yeah, definitely three letters off, disassemble... roll up two"

Write on a letter by letter attachment remembering how to solve the cipher.

"Done! Yes, what..."

And when I saw the broken letters, I was utterly stunned.

How could I have solved it, if I hadn't, I could have kept mistaken that only my mother loved me...

It's too late to regret it. Because I already know.

- Bum.

Momentum opened the door, and I ran out.

The servants who were in the hallway look at me with a gleeful eye.

I heard a call for a lady, but I ignored it.

I run straight to the entrance.

When I went to the entrance, there was my beloved brother.

My brother, whom I hadn't seen in months, was only a little taller than before.

I accidentally wanted to rush over and hug him, but in my current state of mind he might say irrevocable words. On the other hand, I think I love my brother, because I think he's jealous.

"What's wrong, sister!

Ignored my brother and was out of the entrance.

Then scratch the servants' eyes and head away to the mansion.

It's a research facility with an attending physician.

Once inside, the attending physician - Howard was doing some suspicious experiments.

But that is the usual thing, so I do not care to speak up.

Howard, I'm gonna borrow it.

"It's noisy early to wear. You don't have to ask permission to borrow one. It must be yours."

It's usual to be bigoted, so I don't care. I go into a room that says experimental prep room.

Open the large closet in the back of the room and take out what you are looking for.

What I took out was crude clothes and shoes on the bronze hair crotch.

When I took off my dress and put them on quickly, I popped out of the experimental prep room.

Howard called out as he tried to get out of the research facility as it was.

"Wait. Those eyes will make you stand out... use this"

It was the eye drops that were offered.

Howard goes on to say he's staring surprised.

"It's still a prototype, but I can change the color of my eyes. I still can't adjust the colors well, so I don't know what color they're going to change."

I give the eye drops I received and check them in the mirror.

Then the purple eyes had turned chocolate-like burnt brown.

"... wow. Thanks, Howard."

"Yeah, it's just an experimental bench. If you're done here, go."

After I left the research facility, I snuck out of the mansion to the vendor-only back gate.

Heading there is the lower town of Wangdu.

Anyway, now I wanted to be someone else, not Marquis Lewis (Julianna) -

♢

I'm going to renew my feelings and keep a diary in my new notebook.

Today I am the bride of Gerald Lewis, Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Rolands.

As a result, I, Elizabeth Orcott, have changed my sexuality to Lewis and become Marquise of Lewis.

Though I will be the First Marquis of Lewis next week because of the wedding of Master Cullen and Gerald.

Master Karen is Gerald's beloved, and I'm sure you'll support him.

The movements of ecclesiastical aristocracy have been strangely active lately.

My lady's account warns me that something is about to happen.

I hope my marriage to Gerald is a little deterrent.

But it will be imperative for the Church to take on the First Prince, not to mention the foolish son of the Queen.

Please, I pray the First Prince will grow up to be a good royalty.

There will no longer be an inevitable escalation of factional strife between Church denominations and kings.

Even though His Majesty has excellent proximity, including Gerald, he may not be able to get around to the talent supporting the second prince, the next king.

Your Majesty recognizes me as a woman.

No matter how good cryptographically related you are, you can't do anything about your innate frail physique.

I envy my elder brother, the righteous elder brother of health.

My health has not been particularly fragrant in the past year or two.

Therefore, having a son with my comrade Gerald will be the last duty I can offer His Majesty.

My son will be second only to the First Princess, whose blood will be mixed and given birth to the blood of Gerald's mother, whom you will reveal as the sister of your predecessor, and of my mother, the princess of the Kingdom of Samorta, and of the Duke of Orcott and the Marquis of Lewis.

If you are a boy, if you are a girl next to you, give it to the Queen, and that will support the Second Prince.

It will not come true for me to watch, but let us pray wholeheartedly to Ruwell, the goddess of purity, that Gerald and my choice will be a good future for His Majesty and for the Kingdom of Rolands again.

Rolands Kingdom History xxx Year xxx Month xxx Day Elizabeth Lewis

♢

When I arrive in Lower Town, I spread out the ciphertext I decrypted from Mother Elizabeth's notebook.

Because it was gripping, the paper was gushagusha, and the ink was seeping through hand sweat again.

Now no one will be able to read it anymore.

I stuffed the paper rampantly in my pocket.

Your father thinks of me as just a tool.

But Mother Elizabeth, who gave birth to me, was not... so protective of her own heart.

How about that, even my birth mother wanted me as a tool.

I was jealous of my brother, who was born of two loved ones.

Karen, after your mother died, we've been rooting for each other. Even though she's our beloved brother.

I don't like it anymore, everything.

The blood that was made flowing in me, the Lewis family, my parents, it was all... I hated it all.

I never wanted to be born to Julianna Lewis. -

Looking at the blurry traffic to and from Lower Town Street, I found a suspicious person.

He is a boy who stops in the middle of the road, and he looks four or five years older than I am.

She wears chestnut short hair and crude civilian clothes, but the shoes are luxury items to see.

As I observed, I was confused by the colour of the boy's eyes who turned this way.

Clear blue eyes like blue sky.

That was what I saw in the royal palace where my father took me several times.

The Kingdom of Rolands has the same eyes as His Royal Highness Prince Edward...

Her hair color was different, but her face as refined as eyes and dolls made me think my expectations were correct without refusing.

For his sake I was born, and as a living instrument for his sake I am desired.

"Ruwell, the goddess of purity, how cruel you are..."

I stared at the man of my destiny (the Second Prince) with my emotionless eyes, thinking that the prank of destiny was terribly cruel.