The Marquis’ Daughter Acts As A Pawn

A defect born with a useless body, even though he was a long-awaited boy. Emperor of all fame. That was Seraphim Diagilev.

My father died and my mother and three sisters were killed. There is only one family left. A strong and gentle fourth sister, who taught the outside world while sick and weak, said she was locked up in a crude tower.

(... there's only so much left to be done... this country...)

Every day all regrets are solicited. Waiting for an opportunity to fight back against Gustave, the root of all evil, but with this useless body, you can't even tighten his throat.

Most importantly, Gustave's followers, boys and girls with no intention in their eyes, are protecting him from all external enemies, and they don't see any gaps or anything.

(Together, if the rest die...)

I get to a thought I don't know how many times, but soon the rest shook it off my head.

If the rest dies, Sister Avrola is instead festived to the Emperor. Healthy woman, therefore, I don't even want to think about what Gustave would do on Avrola's sister.

(Only Sister Avrola... I wanted you to be happy in the outside world...)

Instead of being scorned by a witch, sister Avrola, who was allowed a small freedom, taught me much more. No civilian life, no view of the Imperial capital, no snow cold......

When I look out the window, I hear armed soldiers running in the hallway.

"... Something wrong?

……

The girl, who is attached as a caregiver, remains silent without changing one expression. At least a samurai working in a castle would answer something, but all the rest of the humans around had Gustave's breath-taking people in place.

(... but the number of these footsteps is just not right. Are you fighting someone?

If you will save this country - Avrola Sister - I will gladly give you the Emperor's neck.

It was Gustave with a tranced grin that did not make sense of the rest of his thoughts and emerged from an open door without a knock.

"... you're in a good mood. Is something wrong?

Ask Gustave in a cold tone. He looked at this one with an unfocused eye.

"What a good day! Listen, Your Majesty. God... God is in this world. And maybe you're looking at me......!

"... does that have anything to do with the noise outside?

"Was it annoying? But forgive me. The revolutionary government that united hands with the Kingdom of Rolands - the army of witches, His Majesty's sister, is here to hunt the Emperor's neck!

"Avrola, my sister took the rest of her neck...?

It wasn't despair that I felt, it was gratitude. If Sister Avrola is going to kill the rest, I feel like this raw one made sense too.

"God has given me the test. I used the young emperor to take over the country, to kill the empress and the princesses, to favour the nobles like pigs, to afflict the people and increase the wilderness. Yet God did not try to judge me. So I attacked the kingdom of Rolands, a pagan people. And finally... the god of battle and flames looked back on this one...!

"... have you gone crazy...?

"Normal in my subjectivity, but I guess I wouldn't expect that around. Whatever it is, it can also be called Fate Day. I didn't know my daughter, who was an undervalued witch, would now be a messenger of God... the Virgin!

"Avrola, my sister is the Virgin...?

I have a bad feeling about Gustave laughing with his hands on his face.

Covering a trembling hand, the rest looked straight at Gustave.

"If you ask me, didn't you say you created a revolutionary government that was captive to me but had anti-government ideas? Moreover, they say they will create a new country, without an emperor. I intend to manipulate the Emperor as I please with the Emperor in my hand, and to confront me head-on in ruling this country. This is a jihad that lasts until one of them is extinct...!

"Avrola, my sister is not a Virgin... not to mention a witch. That guy is just a person......!

Screaming unbearably, Gustave turned his icy gaze behind him with his expression falling out.

"Kill the Virgin and I will be beyond God as well. If it is an ambush by a small number of elites, it will be easy to kill. Delight, Your Majesty. I will return this country to you. Please help me to kill my Virgin."

With that said, Gustave left his back and went out the door.

At some point in the hallway was a gathering of General Belinsky and the boys and girls worshipping Gustave. They walk out with Gustave, with no interest left.

"Avrola, why would you kill my sister? You haven't taken enough... how much pain you have to experience to be saved..."

I don't even hate it when the sheets get squeaky, and the rest reach for the door to crawl.

I shook my dry throat and shouted to Gustave, who gladly walked the boy and girl.

"Please don't... please don't... Avrola, don't kill my sister... don't, don't. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

How can the rest be so powerless?

When dressed like a potato worm, she fell off the bed. Even though it was on a thick carpet, the rest of his body was boned as if it had been struck by iron, and the warm blood was spit out of his mouth.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha..."

Desperately reaching for the door in a hazy consciousness.

The Gustaves would have left the castle by now. Still, I can't help but reach for the rest. I just wanted to protect my sweet Avrola sister.

"Are you okay!? Yuan, hurry up and get me a medic. Just about one of them will be left in the castle."

"Got it, Vincent!

"... terrible blood. Ivan, help stop the bleeding."

"Yes, sir."

Is it a hallucination? I thought I heard a voice guiding the rest, and after a fuzzy floating sensation, I'm lowered on a cloth I'm used to touching.

(Is the rest still in bed?... well, this is an illusion I can still see. Current Dream…)

Blurred vision gradually brings clarity. And next to the rest of the unfamiliar blonde youth, I found a young man I once admired.

He's grown from a boy to a youth, but he can't even forget it. Only once, the rest was taken to the Imperial Capital by Sister Avrola. At that time, this golden-brown-haired young man, a friend of Avrola's, showed us the Empire City.

"Yi, is that Van...? That's right, the rest of it, it's an illusion... the last thing I want you to do is meet him, Ru..."

"... you remembered"

You can't even forget it.

Because that little adventure was the greatest happiness for the rest of my life.

(Ivan is a brave man for the rest of us.... so I'm sure you'll help my sister Avrola no matter what...)

With such weak hands that he did not think of himself as emperor, the rest grabbed Ivan's illusion.

"Please, it's... Ivan. Av, Laura, help my sister. G, Stave, the men... took the assassins, and... went to kill them, and..."

Ivan's illusion opened his eyes wide and he shook the rest of his hand, whose pain dulled. And in the blue eyes as beautiful as the night sky, dwell the light of strong will.

"Seraphim. Avrola is sure I will help"

"Oh, Mama, I let..."

I closed my eyes gently for the rest, feeling the warmth of my warm hands.