The Marquis’ Daughter Acts As A Pawn

I, Listasha, was born as the sixth princess of the Kingdom of Samorta. Different red and purple colored eyes on bright white hair. Because of its heterogeneous appearance, I lived in the rear palace in a strange gaze from birth.

But I was not alone. There was only one ally - my mother, an exotic dancer.

My glossy brunette mother, unlike me, was so beautiful. In the midst of so many exclusivist aristocratic women, even in a lower capacity, my mother is a kind man who wisely protects me and loves little happiness.

That's why - my mother was poisoned by one of the women in the backyard when I was six.

Nothing. My mother was not a pet princess loved by my father, the king. Still, he died jealously of giving birth to a princess with only one eye, me.

Having lost my refuge with the asylum-seeker, I was not provided with satisfactory clothing and shelter in the backyard, and lived one step in front of a stray child. Then my memory was vague until I was eight, and I don't know how I could have survived in a backyard with no allies.

- A lowlife princess with a deity eye.

I have lived, so cursed.

That's the time. As the Father King closed the rear palace, Ardarberto, the belly brother, the King Prince, who was to become the Lord of the new rear palace, came to inspect.

I think I was inflating my chest somewhere with the ladies floating around on Ardalbert's visit, too.

(If you are the only fruitful brother with the same divine eye and the same blood, you may save me...)

The unconditional expectations were shattered and scattered the moment I saw Ardal Belt.

"... you're Listasha"

Ardalbert blatantly disliked me for what I did not think was a princess.

Ardallberto was nothing like me. Beautiful and luxurious clothing, glowing hair with scented oil, and the arrogance that only the ruling side is allowed to have.

(... you live in a different world than the likes of me...)

I don't know the emotion of jealousy, I just hate myself.

"Don't you just look sick to the contents? Listasha, you're such a bugger."

The moment Ardalbert said so - something collapsed in me, my consciousness suddenly darkened and my heart imprisoned in darkness.

By the time I realized, a few months had passed, and I had been isolated from the rear palace to the most plain and oldest detached house in the corner of the royal palace.

It seems that only one maid attached to me was the breath of some nobleman, who did little to take care of me. Thanks to this, life in difficulty with food and clothing will continue.

But I was very happy.

Because I had 'him' - Lista.

- Hey, Shea. What did you do today?

Lista spinned the nickname I had only been called to my mother with a gentle voice.

But the darkness just spreads, and I don't see Lista. That is also normal. Lista is the product of a creation that I have created that appears only in my dreams. The name Lista was given to me.

"I've been in the garden all day!

- Oh, that poorly maintained garden...

Is it because it is the product of my creation, that Lista understood all that I know, all that I saw, all that I felt, all of it?

"But thanks to you, a lot of fruit was fruitful! It was so good."

- Yeah. But there was only one sour one, wasn't there?

"Ugh... but it would be delicious to jam"

- You've never eaten jam. Knowledge gained from a book in a library outside the palace, right?

I swell my cheeks in Lista's mean words.

"I don't know Lista!

- Sorry. I'm sorry. But I'd like to try some jam too...

"I hope one day we can have jam together"

And I turned unto the dreamer, who hath not appeared, a grin that hath not been adorned -

♢

Years have passed since I was locked away from the palace, and I have been unable to hold onto my exploratory mind and have strayed into a certain place. It will be quite a while before I realize that it was a garden for cavities near the art management room.

"This is... I didn't think you'd meet the princess of the demigod, who is said to be an illusion."

"... who are you?

I ask the old man with the same bright white hair as myself with surprise.

And when the old man smiled tenderly, he laid his hand upon his chest, and knelt before me.

"Nice to meet you, Her Royal Highness Princess Listasha Samorta. I'm just an old man with the Marquis de Blobel."

"Blowbell... Marquis...?

"You don't seem to know much about nobility or Samorta. Well, there's plenty of time for old age, so be Princess Listasha's dedicated tutor."

I looked at the Marquis of Blobel with my eyes wide open.

(... study... I want to...)

I liked to absorb new knowledge. Out of the palace, you're killing time in the library. But the library is more of an entertainment book because the previous Lord was not keen to study. I didn't hate that, but I wanted another knowledge.

"... Um, Marquis Brovel. The history, culture, political form, and identity system of this country… and what exactly is the divine eye?... will you tell me what I was born to mean?

"Hmm. Princess Listasha will help you learn, but you have to derive your own answers"

Marquis Blobel did not want to get dirty, but when he held his muddy hand, which he did not think was my princess, he accompanied him to the warm art control room.

"Would you like some warm tea for now? And sweets, too."

"... there's jam...?

"There are so many kinds of freshly baked scones, you should have plenty of the princess's favorite jam on them."

On this day - my destiny moved greatly.