The Marquis’ Daughter Acts As A Pawn

Thirty-six words, chains of blood.

You've come in contact.

Smiling at His Highness Douglas, who suddenly called out to me, I began to discern.

Truth is, I've only spoken to His Highness Douglas a few times, and I don't know him well about himself.

Because of Lady Bianca, there is no clutter in his information.

Plus, the second prince, Lord Edward, is too good for His Royal Highness Douglas.

My brother, but I have a lower right to inherit the throne than my brother.

Besides, my brother has been pretty good among the historical royalty...... belly black though.

I do not know how much pain is compared to a good brother.

It is impossible to understand how others feel in the first place, even though they are not themselves.

So I have no contempt or sympathy.

In particular, I will not forgive you if you stand in our way.

Now that I am engaged to Isabella, His Highness Douglas is second only to the Duke of McMillan in my vigilance.

I perform the act of smiling like a lady, even as I marvel at the appearance of His Highness Douglas.

"Well, isn't it His Highness Douglas? What can I do for you?

"Tell me a confidential story. Would you like to move the place?"

"I'm sorry, but His Highness Douglas is engaged to Master Isabella. And I am an unmarried woman whose fiancée does not have either. It leaves you with an unmistakable misunderstanding around you. I don't want to be an inconvenience to His Highness Douglas."

"But that engagement was made at will between the Duke and his mother..."

"Even so, people judge things the way they want to understand. It's not about our will."

Even a prince opponent cannot continue to blossom as the hua of the social world unless he can say things kickingly.

A man who tries to break Hua by force is everywhere.

A social hua is not a title given to a woman who is just beautiful.

You understood the meaning of my words, but Prince Douglas gave in.

"Then can I move to the terrace? Fewer people than here, so I was wondering if we could talk calmly."

No matter how many royal tri-pillar aristocrats I come from, I cannot refuse the royal favor.

That would be reasonable.

"Okay. But please take a position visible from the hall."

"I won't do anything to dishonor you."

That's what I say. I follow His Highness Douglas on the terrace about two meters away.

When we got to the terrace, there were several pairs of men and women.

Everyone was creating an intimate air… I can't imagine this being out of place.

I regretted my mistake in judgment in my heart.

"So, Your Highness Douglas, what are you talking to me about?

We need to get this over with and get back to the venue.

If you stay too long, Isabella will conveniently interpret you, and you're going to cry when they take your fiancée... with inner joy, of course.

"As I said earlier, I am not convinced of my engagement to Isabella. And Isabella, of course."

So say what.

At a time when the engagement is already in place, there is nothing to be convinced of.

Marriage of royal aristocracy is not a marriage for those who love each other to live hand in hand.

A political marriage… a contract between a house or a country.

It is only luxurious and horrible emotions, such as love, to me that political marriage is prescribed.

Even if my fiancée first candidate man whispers love to me, the person I marry could well be another man.

As much as I would expect, the heartbreak would be deep when I was betrayed.

Then you don't have to fall in love.

Especially now that I swear vengeance, I can't possibly fall in love.

Immediately erasing the appearance of a belly-black man with the livestock that has come to mind, I take my eyes off His Highness Douglas and make a sad look.

"Really? I didn't know......"

This is a bright red lie.

As for the engagement of His Royal Highness Douglas and Isabella, I had her thoroughly examine the information and carefully explore whether Cheryl had any new information.

"Everything is beautiful with your eyes, your behavior as an aristocratic maid, and the smile you occasionally show. I... like you, Julianna. I want you to marry me."

I am perplexed for a moment by the words of His Highness the direct ball Douglas, but I immediately regain my sobriety.

Second, when I made my farce date like Edward, I remembered the conversation we had at the inn.

"I don't know if Julianna knows, but my brother likes you, right? Especially the added value of your blood muscles and your social fabric."

My purple eyes are the hallmark of going out to the royalty of neighboring Kingdom of Samorta.

Moreover, in the Kingdom of Samorta, the royalty of purple eyes is worshipped as the god of the present.

And in recent years, purple-eyed royalty has become harder to bear.

My grandmother was a princess with no purple eyes.

But the child born - that is, Mother Elizabeth - was born with purple eyes.

And I, the child, too... my purple eyes have inherited it.

There are other Princes of Samorta in my fiancée candidate besides Edward.

As for the Kingdom of Samorta, you want to regain the purple eyes that flowed to other countries.

Grace said the conversation was quite persistent.

His Highness Douglas stares at me. His eyes are feverish, but I'm sure it's not me he's looking at.

I just love the two royal families, the blood of Orcott and Lewis, and the phantom I created called The Perfect Lady. I don't love you for who I really am.

The words of His Highness Douglas did not shake my heart.

"It's an honor...... But I have decided to marry the man my father decided to marry."

"Is that... because I'm the son of an 'arrogant pet princess', the first prince with nowhere to beat my brother?

His Highness Douglas looked like he was about to cry.

I recognize that face.

I hated the blood that flowed on me, just like I did when I hated myself -

"His Highness Douglas. Our blood afflicts a lot of people if we do something on our own. But if you still want to pass your opinion, you just have to escape the blood that runs through you."

"But it..."

to His Highness Douglas with a bewildered expression. I smile and spin my words again.

"If there are people who don't want to suffer and want to remain royal in this country, please admit your blood and be imprisoned. This is someone I wouldn't have met if it wasn't for the blood that runs through you. Please, take care of that person..."

"... Julianna's just like me, isn't she? Are you... accepting the blood that runs through you?

"It's a secret in my heart"

I put my index finger on my mouth and laugh like a prank.

His Highness Douglas nodded as he grinned bitterly.

"Okay. I'm gonna face my own blood, too."

"I hope that will lead us to His Highness Douglas."

I thought this was the end of the conversation, and His Highness Douglas put his hand on my cheek.

Hey... why are you turning your hot gaze on me in this story!?

This is the position you can see from the hall, if you stay close...

He grabbed his arm from behind me as I strolled through the calculus of evasion.

Turning back with something, there was a lady Edward with a belly-black smile.

"Brother, it's not good to touch other women when you have a fiancée. Do you feed with Grandpa Raccoon?

That's what I say, Master Edward, who draws me in.

What are you going to do, touch a woman who's not even your fiancée... and strip off the mask of "The Ideal Prince"?

When I look at His Highness Douglas, I look at what seems abominable. I'm not trying to hide what I'm looking at Master Edward with my eyes. Are you saying that brothers are not wearing cats?

"Dear Edward, I'm fine."

I plead with him to let go, acting ashamed.

Then, Master Edward put his strength into his drawn arm.

I'm judging you, and you're playing!

"Edward, why don't you just walk away from Julianna?

"I don't like it. I got a chance to be touched when Julianna was a big girl in the corner. We need to have fun."

Master Edward turns around with a face worthy of being called the Livestock Demon King.

And His Royal Highness Douglas, he stands blue-minded.

Apparently, Master Edward was making fun of both me and His Highness Douglas.

You really can't help it.

"Dear Edward, please don't play games"

Seeing a moment when the restraint of my arm was loose, I left Master Edward.

I moisten my eyes and I humiliate myself, and I curse my heart not to come out even though I have nothing to do.

"Julianna only danced with the Duke of Macmillan with anyone but her brother, and even though she and her brother were within a lot of sight, the two of us had a conversation. As it is, she may be eyed by ecclesiastical aristocracy. So I'm going to dance with Julianna right now to keep the balance."

"... ok"

His Royal Highness Douglas walked away from us and went back to the venue, as he had said.

And the two that were left behind were me and Lady Edward.

"Well, I have a lot to say... Julianna, did you get anything from dancing with the Duke of McMillan?

How far does Master Edward know about us Lewis?

"Nothing in particular"

I think I should stop prying any more, smiling and intimidating.

Seeing that, Edward looked satisfied for some reason... what the hell is this guy thinking?

Master Edward kneels down and offers me his hand.

"Julianna, will you dance with me?

"... ok. I can't help it, so I'll dance for you."

Take Master Edward's hand and step out into the dance hall.

The gaze of the nobles hurts......

That should be it, too.

In public, the Second Prince and Marquis Lewis have never danced before.

The song played was a highly challenging one.

In the midst of some nobles retiring, me and Lady Edward smile and take perfect steps.

I guess so, too, but Edward's crazy, isn't he?

We were seen in the eyes of the scene, in the eyes of jealousy and in the ridden eyes of various thoughts.

Attention... I don't like it.

When I made the turn and looked up at Master Edward, I saw a purple scarf in my vision.

Sure... when we met in the garden, it must have been a different color.

The purple scarf is the same color as the dress I'm wearing right now.

Now it's like - we don't have all our costumes!!

Did you see that I noticed the scarf, and Lady Edward gave me a melting grin?

"You're stubborn. I decided to bury it from the outer moat."

But the words whispered at the volume only I can hear are nothing but belly-black.

"Become..."

I instinctively determined that this man was dangerous and tried to leave as I expected the song to be over, but he held my hand and grabbed my hips even more gutted.

And then the second song starts--

"Trying to get me ready to be loved."

"Didn't you say that's enough now or something!

"I changed my mind. He was laughing at my brother. It's your fault."

"It's irrational!

In the end, it was only after the third song that I was released from Master Edward.

Later, rumors that the second prince had waved the Marquis de Lewis disappeared, and rumors that he was contemplating each other with compassion became whispered to him.

I wonder how this happened......