The Marquis’ Daughter Acts As A Pawn

The Rolands mission was accompanied not only by nobles, but also by a number of scholars and artists as squire.

They were not directly involved in talks with the Kingdom of Samorta, but were brought here to lend their knowledge, if asked, and to interact with the Kingdom of Samorta, which is deeply built on art.

Such detailed qualities of them have not been reported to the Kingdom of Samorta's side, and there are no plans to be determined like Dear Edwards.

Relatively free to move within the Rowlands Kingdom Facilities Corps and less alert on the Samorta side. Theodore laid eyes on it.

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Afternoon. With the information that Leonore, the spoiled princess of King Ardarberto's Prince, would return home, I was visiting Count Dammeyer's residence.

Of course, not as Julianna Lewis. Sharon, a weak-crowned fourteen-year-old boy, accompanies the Roland's Kingdom Facilities.

"It's beautiful, ma'am"

"Ugh, thanks"

That said, Leonore, sitting in his chair, smiled calmly.

Her chestnut hair, illuminated by a leaking day, is clear and shines like a topaz. Not that it was an extinct beauty, but combined with Leonore's gracious face, she looked like a very attractive woman.

As I dye my cheeks slightly to the vermilion, I use a conte and draw Leonore on canvas.

Sharon's a really beautiful boy.

"Please don't, ma'am. I'd like to be told that I'm not cute, I look good."

"Oh, you're a child."

Seeing Leonore laughing in the meantime, I sweated cold inside.

(I only met Leonore on the first day. And only for a short time. I've changed the color of my eyes, and I've applied makeup to my face, so my face looks different, and I shouldn't be seen through)

I glanced softly at Sobacus, painted on my cheek.

"Does Sharon have a family?

"I have a father and a brother"

The model of the painting can't move and is boring. Sharon is a civilian, but it is also not unnatural to converse with the noble Leonore in this way in order to distract him from boredom.

For this reason, neither will the maid of the Count Dammeyer family, who refrains from being in her room, blame me.

(It's really good to be studying painting. This way, I can play the painter)

It is not uncommon to paint as a hands-on lesson for a nobleman. But I did not learn by hand, I received the master of a painter held by the Marquis of Lewis, and I earnestly gained that skill.

It might come in handy one day.

With all my heart, I have learned nothing but greed.

"Sharon is your brother, isn't he? What are your father and brother doing?

"This is a very busy time, so my father works overnight. I think my brother is nursing a relative who caught a cold."

"You're a dependable father and a sweet brother."

"Yeah, it's my proud family."

So I smiled at Leonore.

(... well, I'm not throwing up)

By now, my father, as Chancellor, would be working to fill a hole without the Edwards. And Vincent is not accompanied by Edward, and while nursing Julianna, who is sleeping with a cold, he is able to explore with the servants of the Duke of Seradius.

(... hold it, it'll be a few days)

Marie keeps an eye on the room given to me so that no servant of the Duke of Ceradius can enter it. But that doesn't last long either.

The time given to me and Vincent to gather information is only a few days. It depends on our work to keep it alive.

(I knew this would suit me better)

The position of Marquis Lady, who cannot be directly involved in politics, but I want to move for the Kingdom of Rolands just as much as the Edwards.

"What is your daughter's family like?

I explore the subtle inside of Leonore's chest as I drop my gaze on the campus.

"Right. I was not the son of my rightful wife, and I was left in an orphanage not long after I was born. There were a lot of brothers there. When I was ten years old, your father took me and made me a countess. I can't see you now, but my brothers in the orphanage are important, and even your father is so happy to be nice to me..."

"That's a lovely family"

"Yeah, very much. Because of them, I met Master Ardarberto."

With that said, Leonore gave him a glossy grin.

"The lady is also loved by His Royal Highness Prince Wang, isn't she? Whatever it is, it's enough to bring down the ladies in the rear palace other than your daughter."

"Oh? Did Sharon know that, too?

"I know! It's famous as the love story of the Kingdom of Samorta."

It has been confirmed that King Ardarberto Prince does not currently have a maid in the rear palace other than Leonore. And the love stories of King Ardarberto, Prince, and Leonore, were tools to gather support for the royal family.

"Pfft, yeah. But I'm just a princess. In Samorta, only the woman who gave birth to the son of the lord of the rear house can name the queen. That's why I want that man's child."

Leonore is still smiling calmly. But why not? My skin gets poppy and my spine gets sooo cold.

(... this feeling... what...?

While I wonder, I cannot grasp the identity of discomfort. In the meantime, when I tried to answer Leonore as the painter Sharon, the door of the room suddenly opened.

And it was the Lord of this mansion who showed up. In essence, he was Count Dammeyer, who was partitioning the politics of this country.

"Oh, Leonore! Were you home?"

"Father! Is it a good idea to have a meeting with all the Rolands now?

Leonore rose from his chair and rushed over to Count Dammeyer on a small run. The figure is the daughter herself who admires her father.

"Discussion is in parallel. His Highness was in a particularly bad mood today, too. So I cut it up early. Really, the second princes of the Rolands are tough - they weren't talking about doing it in front of Rolands' guests."

That makes sense. Count Dammeyer looked at me.

And when I stand up, I bow my head deeply unto Count Dammeyer.

"I am a painter in the Kingdom of Rolands, my name is Sharon"

"Hmm. I hear Lord Sharon is the painter that Prince Edward II summoned immediately. It's an honor to have someone paint a portrait of my beloved daughter."

With that said, Count Dammeyer looked closely at me from top to bottom.

I laugh innocently like a boy without one disgusting face.

"Thank you. It's an honor to be able to draw portraits of beautiful people like Lady Leonore."

"You're a pretty good young man.... Leonore, did you ask for the rest?

"Yeah, I know. Father."

When Count Dammeyer turned to Leonore, he left the room with the maid who had refrained from entering the room. In the room, it becomes just Leonore and me.

(Yes, whatever it is, it's crazy! Why do you leave the princess and the boy alone with the man? Could it be that I was set in a trap... me...?

A smiling leonore slowly approaches me, as it corroborates my perplexity. And as her face approached, even before her eyes and nose, I took a great step backwards.

Then he did not miss the gap, and Leonore thrust me -

"Ugh. That's cute."

She's been betrayed by a woman!?

Looking up at Leonore, who laughed lusciously, I couldn't stand the inexplicable situation and shouted in my heart.

I am sewn on the couch by Leonore. The arms are restrained by her, and her legs do not move because Leonore is hanging on them.

In that exquisite way of restraint I realized that Leonore was not just a pet princess.

"Ya stop, lady......!

I will resist, but Leonore will remain.

And when she lifted her neck, she stroked my wrist.

"Oh, this is..."

When Leonore put his hand on my jacket, he unleashed the knot of expulsion he had put on to crush his chest.

"Yes, I hate...!

In a sudden impatience for openness, I make an aggressive female voice.

Then Leonore blinked her eyes.

"Sharon... you... were a woman...?