The Marquis’ Daughter Acts As A Pawn

In the changing kingdoms and men, my daily routine was peace itself.

In a living space isolated from the public, I am taught by the Marquis of Blobel to live the days of speaking in dreams with Lista. It lasted until I was fourteen.

"... that I, the embassy of the Kingdom of Roland...? Oh, my God, I can't do this, Marquis Blobel!

"That is not true, Your Highness Princess Listasha"

Marquis Brovel laughed lightly.

"I can't... I don't..."

And when I lay down my eyes and groaned, I heard a sigh of sighing from behind.

Turning around, the conqueror recently assigned as my escort knight is frowning.

"I wonder how it would be for royalty to say things that make itself despised. Plus, Her Royal Highness Princess Listasha, it's royal fate to welcome the Roland's Kingdom Institutions. You have no right of veto."

"... Ko, Konrat"

I will atrophy in the harsh words of the contort.

I was no good at contorting. His eyes, his words, deny the existence of me.

(... because she's a princess who won't reach... does Konrat hate me...?

It's hard to be disgusted by people, or disappointed. But I don't have the confidence to expect you to fail like me.

"Conrad, remember to hide your heart."

"I'm sorry, Marquis Brovel. But I felt like I was making fun of you."

"That's what the world calls an eight."

Hearing the conversation between Marquis Brovel and Konrat, I dropped my shoulders.

(You want to serve Brother Ardalberto, not me, Konrat)

The House of the Duke of Seradius, the house of Konrat, now belongs to the faction of Brother Ardalbert and Count Dammeyer. Serving me as an escort knight has strong surveillance implications.

(Even though you don't have to worry, you can't shake the throne like me...)

"Her Royal Highness Princess Listasha, some of the Rolands Kingdom Institutions are the Princess of the Eye of God, Marquis Julianna Lewis."

"Marquis Brovel, is it true?... me, I'll do my best."

I've always wanted to see you, I can see a princess with a god's eye other than mine. Just a little melancholy cleared up about that.

(... the outrageous look... may show, but let's do the best we can. But how am I supposed to welcome you? Yeah, let's talk to Lista. I don't know if I'll see you today, but...)

Recently, I've been seeing Lista less often in my dreams. He is the product of my creation. Yet I find it very odd that I can't see you the way I think.

It was my first time preparing for a public event, remembering a small scratch on my chest -

♢

As a result, I think my first public event failed...

(... I didn't understand the existence of the divine eye)

Brother Ardalberto, whom I have not seen in a long time, was nothing like the 'royalty' I have learned. I trembled at the fact that even if I behaved like a royalty to the people of the Kingdom of Rolands, I would be forgiven in this country merely for having a divine eye.

(... is the Kingdom of Samorta really okay)

In the way of the kingdom of Samorta, I was anxious and anxious in the position of royalty.

(But I can't believe I can...)

Mother is just a dancer, there is no backshield. Even God's eyes are heretical only to one eye.

I shake off an idea that came only to my mind for a moment.

"... I just need to think about the success of today's tea party. What kind of tea or treats does Julianna like?

Saying that I did all that rude, the Roland's Kingdom Institutions took the time to have a tea party with Master Julianna without a single protest.

(May you treat me peacefully...)

Behind my back, the Tea Party was swallowed by a vortex of turmoil -