The Marquis’ Daughter Acts As A Pawn

After leaving the art exhibition room, we broke up with Princess Listasha and headed to the gallery.

There, men and women began to prepare for the welcoming party.

When it comes to preparing the female side, it is still a dress up. The more me and Lillianne shine as ladies, the higher the reputation of the Kingdom of Rolands. Aristocratic women wearing dresses and jewelry embody the cultural and economic standards of the country, as well as the status of escort opponents. If there's any difficulty at all, the aristocratic women in charge of socializing will mock you. I can't lose my mind because of this.

"Guh, yeah! Anna, hey, come on. Oh, no! Stop it!

"Stop whining, Lily"

Lillianne is the one whose ladies are screaming with corsets tightened up by the samurai, and my preparation is duly over.

The problem is Lillianne. She reluctantly wore a dress to the end. In the second phrase, "I don't like corsets because they are painful". I'd just like to tell you to be patient if you're a noble warrant lady, but Lillianne would only say, "Then I'll stop the noble warrant lady," so the word swallowed.

... Lily's helplessness sometimes irritates her sexually.

I see Lillianne still groaning, hands on her forehead and sigh.

"... I've been wrapping my stall around all day, so I thought... I can't believe I'm not wearing a corset under my dress. And Lily, you deserve what you're suffering from right now. I eat sweets all the time, so I get extra meat on my stomach. If you don't tighten it with a corset, you're the one who's gonna be mocked."

"Well, absenteeism -"

"Rest assured, Miss Julianna. All the ugly fats will be lifted up, so Master Lillianne will be a lady with a very attractive valley."

"That's right, my Marie is excellent. Good for you, Lily."

"No, ahhhhh!

An hour later. Lillianne's dominance gradually ended.

"No more... I didn't take on a messenger..."

"You won't be able to. I come with a body called a messenger, but your role is different. Isn't your majesty asking you to?

Please, or I am convinced it is an enforceable royal life.

"What, did your sister Anna know an order from His Majesty to me to remember the face, books, and castle structure of the Samorta aristocracy from one end!?

"... Lily. No matter what anyone tells you in the future, you can't talk about it. Because it can only be a source of trouble."

Lillianne looks around with her mouth clogged with both hands when I say so in a grudge and confusion. And he made sure there were no Samorta officials and exhaled a sigh of relief.

"I hate trouble. I, Anna, will not tell anyone what my sister says!

"Do that for me. Lily's the one who can do it, isn't she?... just don't do it"

"Eh heh."

Lillianne, dressed in a peachy dress, is now a healthy looking maid who exudes an adorable and initial desire for asylum.

... Actually, I'm a lazy lady who's willing to get asylum. It's far from healthy.

"... a lot of appearance fraud."

"That would be something you could say, Julianna."

"Mine is intentional. Don't go with natural things, Dear Edward."

I glance at Master Edward in his black dress.

But Master Edward just smiles happily. Honestly, I'm worried you might be out of your mind.

... and the outfit looks terribly good. Are you going to humiliate the noble lady of Samorta? Well, I don't think that's going to give us much important information, though. But I'm kind of sorry. Am I not inferior to Edward?

"What's up, Julianna? Hold still."

I stared at Edward suspiciously because I stared too much. I grumble heavily and sincerely because I have trouble making a troublesome mistake by lying poorly.

"... I just thought it would be a little regrettable"

"Seems Julianna's the one who doesn't give a compliment there"

"Thank you. Forgive me for not being cute."

When I said Tung away, Master Edward had a very sweet grin.

"Let's forgive it. And even if it's not honest and calculating, I think I'm Julianna's cutie."

"... is it also a fever?

"... I'm so sorry right now"

Lady Edward frowned greatly upon me when I returned him with an unexpected face.

... well, but that's what Edward says. I guess it's not unnatural to stand next door. Just a little, I'm relieved.

Okay, let's go.

"Yes, Master Edward"

Take the hand offered to Edward and look at the door leading to the welcoming party venue.

Then from behind, I heard Vincent's resentful voice.

"... the Demon King of the Livestock. I want to escort my sister..."

"Huh. My brother needs to pull back."

I turned my proud eye to Vincent so that Master Edward could provoke him.

"Don't you think you can easily beat the bond between your sister and brother, or you're not smart enough for the prince's sake?

"Hmm. Don't say it, Vincent"

Master Edward and Vincent scattering bees and sparks. Master Edward looks terribly entertained and Vincent is totally being played.

This time Edward and I are pairing up escorts at Theodore and Lillianne. Master Cyrus plans to refrain from serving as an escort, as Edward's sidekick. Well, it's only me and Lillianne on the woman's side, so it's a natural role. Having a fiancée but pairing up with my brother is like appealing around if the relationship isn't going well.

"If you say so much. I was wondering if Vee could change Lily's escort role. It's a pain in the ass."

"Shut up, Theodore!

"I'd rather be Brother Vee than such an unusable real brother, too! Turn me into the walls!

"There you go. Lily says the same thing."

"Theodore, my real sister says I can't use it or something, but you, is that okay?

Vincent is the end of Orcott's hard work on his wasting brothers and sisters. Then you end up being a frustrating whisperer...

"You're in charge, so don't educate the princess with the Livestock Demon King and Guru, Cyrus. Why do I have to struggle? It's Cyrus' job to struggle."

"Oh, I'm not saying that impotently, Vincent. How... how capable you think I've been hurting my chest with these kids with a difficult personality!

"No, it must be the stomach that's hurting"

Calmly pointing out to Master Cyrus, who appealed to Vincent, was Edward, the ultimate culprit.

"Yes, sir. Vee, don't abuse Master Cyrus too much. Because we have Silas, we don't have to go through any extra trouble. If Master Cyrus falls, we will be the ones to bear that hardship. We need to take care of it."

I laid my hands on the slap field.

"Right, sister. I'll stop abusing Cyrus."

"... you Lewis sisters and brothers are probably troubled children too..."

Ignoring Master Cyrus's mourning, I speak to a squire who refrains before the door. And at the end of the door opened by his squire - he stepped into the welcoming party venue.