The Marquis’ Daughter Acts As A Pawn

No paperwork, no tea party, no dress measurements, no manners lessons, no charity inspections, no queen education.

I began to be clean and spared time because the only way to escape was to bet on Monica's hard work.

It's an environment of house arrest, but it's probably the first time in my life I've been given so much 'time'.

Therefore I have spared.

And it had no choice but to be free.

I tried reading to embroidery, playing with chess, etc. and occasionally bumped into Dear Edward and Vincent and my anger for my father, but I got tired of that too.

Neither poker nor blackjack is boring to do alone.

And after figuring out if there was more fun to play alone, I tried to lay the cards on so the kids could play with the building blocks.

That's hard and fun inside.

If you lose your hand at all, the trump collapses quickly. It is a focused, deep play.

I'm totally hooked on it.

(Just a little more... I'm almost done with this tramp tower...!

I even hold my breath to create a Trump Tower so as not to cause any slight irritation.

The foundation is perfect. Seeing the cards lined up at equal intervals, I smile of joy.

Along the way, we heard metal noises staggering people's voices and weapons from the hallway, but in an instant we get rid of them and head to the upper level of the trump tower.

"... Phew. The fourth step is complete. The fifth step at the top."

I swallowed the spit overflowing with tension, and I breathed deeply.

It's okay. I can do it.

Yes, I took the cards in my mind.

- Baki, meki.

Apparently someone is about to knock down the door.

It is a relentless attack as if it were a thief.

(... Even if they were thieves, Grace and the others would do something about it, right? Focus on me now.)

As I slowly tried to overlap the cards, the door sounded broken.

"Ju, Lianna!

It's been a long time since I've heard Monica's voice, and my fingertips moved flaccid.

(Oh, it's dangerous. I almost dropped the cards)

Monica at the corner came to help, but only now... I will not move here until this trump tower is complete. I want to shape the efforts I've built up. It won't take more than ten seconds.

"Oh, Monica. I knew you'd come.... Will you just wait a little longer?

When I say so, I overlap the cards.

The angle is perfect. All you have to do is minimize the impact and let go of your hands softly and you'll be done.

(a little more... a little more...)

I move my hands desperately that I'm about to tremble, and I take my hands off the cards.

(Oh, finally...)

It took me three hours to get here.

The moment my hands were let go, hoarding tears of joy in my eyes--

An object glowing dull in silver - a hammer crashed into the Trump Tower and instantly turned into just a pile of pieces of paper.

"Nooo! Awful, that's too harsh!

My throat trembles and my sorrowful cries wooden spirit.

I turned my sharp gaze to the hate-destroyer.

... and Destroyer - Monica stares at this one with a sharper, ice-cold gaze than I do.

"... Dear Julianna, what are you doing to this emergency?

"Oh, uh... the... sorry, Monica"

I apologized with tears for being so murderous.

I kind of feel like Monica's starting to look more and more like Marie....... so horrible.

"Buhh, hahaha"

As I was frightened of Monica's growth, I heard a man laugh.

If you look to your voice for the first time, a gray-haired young man in a samurai stands.

(... he's a different kind of pervert from Mr. Edward)

I pull by accident, but soon, when I stood up, I faced him upright.

I dress funny, but I didn't realize I existed until he laughed. You look so prominent. It is not the only one.

I wouldn't be from the Lewis family, and I couldn't help but be alert to it.

"... who are you? This is the first samurai I've ever seen."

I smile perfectly like a lady and see how the young man comes out.

And when he lifted up his hand gently, he raised the horn of his garlic, as if to grin me.

"I'm a grey cat. Good day, lady."

"... Grey Cat. Oh, Marie's old colleague..."

When I was infiltrating Wang Metropolitan Church, Marie said a fellow man had been hired as a secret on Dear Edwardian's part.

The assassination guild, to which Marie and the Grey Cat belonged together, had been crushed by the Lewis family because they had been requested by the Diagilev Empire. It doesn't even look like there's a grudge against me for that, to see how he is.

But it didn't even look like I was happy to help.

"... your current contractor is Master Edward?

"I'm already done with my contract. I'm working with Black Butterfly now."

"Yes, to Marie."

I laugh bitterly when I see the grey cat deliberately calling Marie the 'Black Butterfly'.

Perhaps' Black Butterfly 'was a special companion for the Grey Cat. So maybe I don't like changing her from the ground up and tying her under the name' Marie '.

(... I don't trust you. But I don't betray Grey Cat about Marie)

You'll only be able to believe that one thing.

"Black Butterfly said he wanted the lady to cooperate. What does the lady want?

"... take me to Lord Edward"

I can't want much from a grey cat.

So I just said what I wanted to give the highest priority.

"I don't mind that. What are you going to do? You and the lady are breaking up their engagement already, aren't you? Doesn't it make sense that we met? Is there anything you can do for the Marquis?

"I do."

I answer the words of the grey cat with hatred and facts with a strong will.

I don't know what's going on inside the Rolands Kingdom right now.

The fact that everyone does not teach me and tries to keep me away is something that Marquis Lewis seems to have nothing to do.

Then I thought about what I could do - no, what I wanted to do - not as Marquis Lewis's Marquis.

There was plenty of time.

The conclusion is already drawn.

"That bastard belly black prince. I'm sorry if I didn't hit you once. I'll make you regret what you did to me...!

I slammed it on the table when I pulled the engagement ring out of my left pharmacopoeia in anger.

Now, I'm not going to wear this ring any more.

"Ju, Dear Julianna......! A ring from His Royal Highness the Second Prince..."

"It's okay, Monica. Because Master Edward intends to destroy my engagement. You wouldn't mind if I followed you, would you? I don't even want to put it on."

When I said that and smiled, for some reason Monica and the Grey Cat pulled their cheeks together.

"... uh, lady. My eyes aren't laughing, though?

"Ah, uh. If we don't hurry, the others will come. Let's get out of here."

"So is that."

And I nodded, and went out of my room for the first time in three weeks.

Thanks to Grey Cat and Monica for their hard work, the servants have not gathered yet.

Maybe he's waiting somewhere else.

"I could have broken in, but I didn't think of an operation to get the blah blah blah lady out of this mansion."

"Don't worry, Grey Cat. I was never able to get out of my house until Marie became exclusive."

"You're reliable!

I went into the storage room, nostalgic for my childhood memories.

And when I lift the chair that was nearby, I slam it against the window.

"Ju, Master Julianna!?

The sound of an upsetting Monica voice and a broken glass echoes.

Hearing this, the servants must come together at first sight.

"A servant will be waiting for you at every entrance, and you will escape in the shortest possible distance!

When I said so, I jumped out of the wind-blowing window.