The Marquis’ Daughter Acts As A Pawn

I, parted from Lord Edward, look around the hall.

Now, where do we gather information from?

The Samorta aristocrats, who want to speak to me alone, seem to have young and old. But none of them will speak to me. Everyone feels terrified.

Though my identity is the fiancée of the Second Prince, I am the Marquis. What is happening now is a royally-sponsored welcoming party. Nor would it be so rare for a man of higher stature than I do. Yet this treatment. Holding the divine eye is made to recognize a special being in the Kingdom of Samorta - just as noble as God is, even if you don't like it.

... should I leave the male aristocrats to the Edwards? Not really, it's a good thing to talk to a young man with a fiancé. I don't know what kind of rumors they're going to spread. It's easy around the ladies and ladies.

I thought so, and I walked out to get closer to the group that I expected to be the high-ranking ladies. But I found an old gentleman watching Princess Listasha from afar with his slightly worrying eyes along the way. No one is sitting there hiding in the walls and realizing the presence of an old gentleman.

I was concerned about him, and approached him so that he could not escape.

"Good evening. My name is Julianna Lewis and I'm with the Roland's Mission. May I speak to you now?

"Oh. Sounds like there's a lead role in such an old age. I'm just an old man with the Marquis de Blobel."

Speaking of Marquis Brovel, the nobleman Princess Listasha named in the art prep room, right?

"Be modest. Her Royal Highness Princess Listasha was very pleased to have given you her name. He said it was the Marquis of Blobel who taught me his knowledge of art."

"Ooh, ooh. Has Princess Listasha given my name? I taught people in other countries not to give more information than they need."

"The Marquis is close to Princess Listasha."

"Whoops. Still, Princess Julianna doesn't look anything like Her Royal Highness Princess Juliette. But my great-grandson, Princess Lillianne, looks a lot like Her Royal Highness..."

I look at Lillianne in a nostalgic, distant place as the Marquis Brovel narrows his eyes. I know I've been deflected from speaking, but I'll ask the Marquis straight away.

"Do you know Mrs. Juliette?

"Of course. That said, I've never talked to you. When I was a child, I only saw it once in the royal palace. Well... it's called first love. I admired how beautiful and visionary she was. I used to hold my sword that one day I would save him from the caged bird. The result is that Princess Julianna's grandfather graciously took it from this country. Whoops."

I smile at the Marquis Blobel, who laughs lightly.

"Grandma Juliette died when my mother was little. But the current Duke of Orcott, the son of his lady, always said he was a smiling man. All of Juliette's portraits in the Duke of Orcott's house have a smile as bright as a sunflower.... It was a very happy life. I think so."

"... good for you. Oh, I'm so glad..."

Grandma Juliette's treatment in Samorta, which she did not have a divine eye, would never have been good. Descend to the aristocracy or enter the rear palace, because that is the only option available and you would not have been treated satisfactorily as royalty.

Still, it's good to have someone in the Kingdom of Samorta who was showing you around like this, Grandma Juliette.

"Princess Julianna. What do they think of this country?

"How...?

Striking and changing from the look I had in tears until earlier, the Marquis of Blobel is aristocratic, like exploring...... sees me with discerning eyes.

"If you are a lady who grew up in the Kingdom of Rolands and has a divine eye, you will be well aware of the anomalies in this country. Prince Ardarberto is also a victim. I have been educated like a brainwasher by a royal mother who was not divine-eyed and fearful in vanity. And I got away with it."

"It would also be hard to be allowed to escape. But you have to understand. the blood that runs through me and the role and constraints of birth. That there will always be people who will sacrifice themselves by behaving in a selfish manner. … if you understand and still choose to escape, that's fine."

"Are you sure you want to run if you understand?

"Yeah. I guess that even identifies the consequences of your actions, right? That way, those around you can respond with readiness. You won't be young enough to know that."

Marquis Brovel laughs delightfully.

"Ooh, ooh. Sounds sweet, you're very tough, Princess Julianna."

"Marquis Brovel is surprisingly mean."

"Yeah, I'm mean. I'm a patriot."

"So, educate Her Royal Highness Princess Listasha?

When I returned, I saw the Marquis of Blobel as provoking.

"Well, it's a fact that the current prince is unhappy."

"Oh. Are you sure you want to make such a statement in a place like this?

"I don't mind. Fortunately, thanks to Princess Julianna, the aristocrats who like hearing so much don't lean in. Besides, we try not to let each other read the movements of our mouths."

...... hmmm. I knew you meant it.

Marquis Blobel speaks well at an angle unseen to the nobles. I used a fan like a noble lady, hiding my mouth subtly. Definitely, the Marquis Blobel is a nobleman who was deeply devouring the heart of the country. Now that Count Dammeyer is on the rise, he doesn't seem to have done anything remarkable.

"I manage ancient art and libraries, but one day at work, a child appeared with red and purple eyes on his grey hair wearing worn out clothes. That was Princess Listasha. It looks like her mother was badly abused in the backyard because she was from a maid."

... It must have been the emotional slogan of the outfit. The backyard is a place of great mental strain.

"At that time, his brother, Prince Ardarberto, had already behaved in a serious manner in the ruling class, aside from his talent as a royalty. But you were allowed to because you had a divine eye. Princess Listasha is the only other princess with a divine eye. Whether it's one eye or the other, you deserve to be king."

"So, you said you educated the royal family?

"At first. But it's not about getting old. Soon, I began to wish Princess Listasha happiness more than her real grandchildren."

Again, my eyes are tender staring at Princess Listasha of the Marquis of Blobel.

But at the time you are telling me this story, it does not turn into something aristocratic and cunning.

"Actually, this is the first time Princess Listasha has done royal work in public. It's usually the role of Prince Ardarberto. But the princess became the organizer of today because Prince Ardarberto refused the welcoming party"

"And gradually I gained an understanding with the nobles of my country and with the next generations of the Kingdom of Rolands. Moreover, there is also the next Crown Princess of the Kingdom of Rolands with the divine eye.... Princess Listasha is a person who, although still unreliable, is royally educated and, more importantly, diligent and listens to others often. If you were a decent nobleman, you would support Princess Listasha. Is this exactly as the Marquis Blobel scenario suggests?

"Well, I'm just a junior official who has nothing to do with national politics. Whoops."

... an old raccoon.

We were used according to the scenario of the Marquis Blobel. Read to the point where I take sides with Princess Listasha, offended by the Prince Ardarberto. I don't know if it's because I'm a descendant of my first love, but from the beginning, I must have put it in my calculations to the point where I'm not a fool who gets turned to worship and gets on with things.

"Then the Marquis of Blobel says Her Royal Highness Princess Listasha wishes to be king"

When I asked, Marquis Blobel raised the corner of his mouth.

"Whatever. But it's not that easy to get there."

"Are you Count Dammeyer?

"That's not all. He who pushes the third royal family is quite high."

... Third royalty? The only royalty entitled to inherit the throne should be King Ardarberto, Prince Prince and Princess Listasha. You think there's still a hidden royal god-eye? Or do you have the influence that someone without a divine eye can be king? No, I don't think so. If so, there is no need for Count Dammeyer to push Ardarberto King Prince around.

If you look at the Marquis Blobel, you look at me as funny as you think.

... You're not going to tell me. Well, naturally.

"Is it also among the scripts of the Marquis to give information to me halfway?

"It's kind advice. Probably more likely to use Princess Julianna than I do."

"Well, if you think it's easy to use, it's convenient."

"As I thought, Princess Julianna is your grandmother. And that second prince again. You made your way to a good partner. It's a pleasure to have your neighbor strong. Unless it's an invading country."

Apart from me, who peeled off some plating in order to get information from the Marquis Brovel, it's a nobleman of ancient ginseng to spot Edward's belly-black.

"Right. … So, Marquis Brovel. Excuse me, sir."

I broke up with the Marquis of Blobel, and now it was time for me to go to the Ladies of Samorta.

And the evening of the welcoming party goes even further...

♢

Less than an hour's drive from the Royal Palace of the Kingdom of Samorta, he arrived at the Duke of Ceradis home where he was staying. It seems that the luggage has already been carried, and the ladies who followed me from the Kingdom of Rolands were waiting.

Because of the late evening, greetings with the faces of the Duke's house will be carried over tomorrow, and we will be guided to our respective rooms.

"Sister!"

"Oh, what's up, Vee?"

Vincent frowned at me tilting his neck.

"... what's wrong with you? That face -"

"If it's not a rush, let's do it tomorrow. As Vee put it, apparently fatigue is on his face. See you later."

Having forcefully ended my conversation with Vincent, I went straight to my room without looking back.

"How about Yu Ami?

Marie, who refrains behind me, asks me as usual.

"In an hour. Until then, never let anyone in the room. Never... nobody"

"Yes, sir."

Enter the assigned room. I slowly sat down on a covered bed placed in the center and began to tap my pillow.

"Uh-oh! What the hell is that? Worship and all that disgusting! I'm not a god, I'm a human!

Exactly. I don't beat my feathers hard enough to splash, but still, the pillow snapped brilliantly. The mood shriveled when I saw it, and I fell into bed with a pillow in my arms.

Worship of Me directed by the Samorta nobles. I couldn't help but feel sick about that. Talking to the ladies, it was all affirmed and lifted unconditionally as great. "Master Julianna with the divine eye is a heavenly man loved by God," he said. I will surely be affirmed, no matter what I say.

"What attitude would those people have if I... chose these eyes?

I don't know what I'm telling you, but I'm sure you despise me like you gave me my palm back. It is nothing but worthless to those people, such as me without a divine eye.

A world where everything is affirmed. But that's not something sweet. Whenever you lose it, it's not strange, a brittle sand castle.

Scary Scared Scared Scared Scared Scared Scared Scared Scared Scared Scared Scared Scared Scared Scared Scared Scared Scared Scared Scared Scared...!

I cannot help but fear the eyes of those men. You seem to be looking at me, not at me. No one recognized me - Julianna personally.

No one will look at me...!

What if I was born in this country?

And from now on, if I were to live in this country...?

"... no"

Embrace yourself and hold back your trembling body with fear.

When the tremor stopped. I lit a shining ring on my right hand with a candle on the side table. In line with the light, the diamonds reflect orange.

"... Dear Edward - what we all want is a strong Julianna. That's why you have to be strong. You don't need a weak warrant. It serves.................. but now... just for an hour"

As I rounded my body, I held my right hand in my arms and held it strong.