The Marquis’ Daughter Acts As A Pawn

Me and Vincent moved through the hall to greet His Majesty, the organizer.

The Kings sat on the sandalwood behind the hall.

His Majesty is so young that he does not think he is fifty years old.

Her hair is a little gray, but she has beautiful chestnut hair.

I'm guessing Edward's silver hair is from Lady Dahlia.

The colour of the eyes is the same beautiful blue as His Majesty's, though.

Next to Her Majesty, Lady Dahlia sits in a Rin position, so beautiful that she does not look like the mother of two children.

Many of the ladies admire Lady Dahlia.

I cannot bear to look beautiful, noble, and elegant.

And yet, how could a belly black prince like Edward have been born?

Right behind His Majesty stood your father as an assistant. And a little further away, the second prince, Edward, and the first prince, Douglas, refrain.

Because this is an official event, Bianca and Claudia, the concubines, and Michelle, who is still young, seem not to participate.

But... it's hard for people to say hello every time, even if it's a decision.

After us there is a long line of nobles.

Greetings may be in order of venue entry, but they are essentially in order of identity at official events held in these royal palaces.

The Marquis Lewis family is special and continues to remain in the Marquis because they do not have too much power while fulfilling the conditions for granting the Duke. It's the same as the Duke's house for treatment.

We, the Marquis of Lewis, next to the Duke of Ingrot, the daughter-in-law of Princess Shelley, in turn, are second, so it was good that we never lined up for a long time to say hello.

The greeting of the House of the Duke of Ingrot was concluded and it was the turn of the Marquis of Lewis.

This time, Vincent, the next Marquis, is only joining as a knight, so he will greet me on behalf of your father, whose name I am the Chancellor.

Your father remained unchanged and refrained after His Majesty, and did not move one expression when we, the children, appeared.

Your usual father.

From the side, the Chancellor, indifferent to children and loyal to His Majesty.

But I believe in your father's affection, so I don't feel anxious.

On his way to His Majesty, Edward and I exchanged our gazes and were smiled at with the smile of "The Ideal Prince", but I also returned the smile of "The Perfect Lady". Are you upset or something?

Though I felt like your father moved his expression for a moment... it's my fault.

It's jammed in the back, and let's get this over with.

I thanked His Majesty and greeted His Majesty, the organizer, with Vincent.

"Your Majesty, we are delighted to invite you to the glorious Knights Awards Ceremony, as well as the Celebration."

"Julianna, I have heard of their excellence. Vincent, please continue to support me for the Kingdom of Rolands."

"Yes, this body is dedicated to the Kingdom of Rolands"

"My sword is dedicated to the royal family. We will continue to serve you sincerely."

I will marry for my country, and Vincent will remain king.

Declare before His Majesty and restrain the ecclesiastical nobility.

When I look at your father, he's as faceless as ever.

I make a sneaky, sad expression and show it to those nearby.

This would make the Lewis Parent-Child Misconduct theory more and more credible.

And most importantly, the purpose is to show it to the Duke of Inglotto.

Impression manipulation is important for small piles.

If it's for revenge, I can't care what my - and therefore your father's - assessment is.

Having finished our greeting as it were, we move to the corner of the hall.

"The Livestock Demon King was laughing at my sister, what happened?

"Come on? I don't."

"Sister, are you lying to me?

Vincent looks at me with glitter and puppy eyes.

Ugh... stop that eye.

When I sigh lightly all the surrender, I speak of what preceded the Knights Award Ceremony.

"I met His Royal Highness Michelle and Edward in the garden before the Knights Awards Ceremony. That's all."

"Really?"

"Ho, it's true..."

Exactly, though I won't talk about the proposed masculine words of love that Master Edward told me.

"Hmm. If your sister says so, I believe you."

"Yes, thank you"

Within doing so, the aristocratic greeting ends and the music begins to play.

Then His Majesty and Lady Dahlia descended from the altar.

First dance begins.

"As always, Lady Dahlia is a good dancer."

"That, Your Majesty, is led, isn't it? Pity."

"Vee, you can't put it to words. I don't know who's listening."

"Nobody's listening."

I can tell by lip reading.

"I don't have anyone I can use."

"Those who hide what they can use are the most troublesome. We don't know where to buy grudges, so we've never been more vigilant."

"Yeah. I'll make sure you don't worry about your sister"

"If you don't worry a little, I'll miss you as a sister."

"Huh, what's that? It's hard to add or subtract."

When me and Vincent were laughing at each other, the first dance between Her Majesty and Lady Dahlia ended.

And the song changed, and a lot of men and women headed for the dance hall.

"Please have the honor of dancing first with your sister tonight"

"Yes, with pleasure"

I will take Vincent's hand and go to the dance hall and dance.

Everything from facial expressions, steps, postures and how to flip a dress is a calculated and perfect move.

He will look worthy of the perfect lady's name, looking at me with the expression that the other nobles admired.

Among them was he who poured out upon me a strong eye.

Vincent must have noticed that too, when he finished one song he left me.

"Miss Julianna, may I have one song?

"Yes, gladly. Duke of McMillan."

Hide the gushing intention to kill with a smiling mask, and I will take the hand of the Duke of Macmillan.

As he remained smiling as he danced, the Duke of McMillan narrowed his eyes as if to look at his beloved.

"Miss Julianna is really good at dancing. Ellie and I are very different."

And this man seeth through me Mother Elizabeth?

I smile innocently, even though my heart is frightened.

"My daughter, I, at least, practiced a lot of dancing trying to do what her sick mother couldn't do. If the Duke of McMillan can give you a compliment, it was worth the practice."

"... you are truly beautiful"

"Oh, thank you......"

Dye your cheeks like a pure courtier and turn away from the Duke of McMillan.

Oh, I hope to finish this farce soon.

The dance with the Duke of McMillan ended with one song because of his physical condition.

I'd like to have a conversation today to gather information, not a dance...

I look around, but there was no group I wanted to talk to right now.

I can't help it, shall we take a break?

Receive champagne from the service and head to the wall.

You won't be able to be just the gorgeous of the wall, but you'll be able to take a break.

"Excuse me, Julianna. Can I have a moment, please?

It was the prince of this country who took a sip of champagne and disturbed me resting.

I had the Queen Bianca as my mother, and she was the first prince, Douglas, second in line to the throne.