DYBAR - Chapter 109 < Strange Negotiations With Herefti (1) >
Do Your Best And Regret It
At the cautious question of the nanny, Baroness Lujas, the Princess frowned.
"Well, of course, you'll use Maria Ethel, don't you?"
Speaking in a low voice, Baroness Rujas was a little worried. She wonders if the Princess has forgotten how he got in trouble with Maria Ethel last time.
Even though she was stupid, she was a young girl with a corner of medicine.
Baroness Rujas remembers her flirting in the majestic palace of the Princess and her rampage about holding an engagement ceremony as if ruining a summer banquet.
No, if that were all that was done, Baroness Rujas would also be cheering for the Princess.
However, the image of the Princess was not good in the social world and even among her close playmates from childhood. She's trying to cause trouble again at a time when she should be taking care of herself.
"So, is Maria Ethel still in my brother's palace?"
Perhaps noticing Baroness Rujas' hesitation, the Princess urged.
"That's it... I'll recheck it."
"Check it out and let me know. Even the current dynamics of that wild thing."
Baroness Rujas bowed her head. Then the Princess began to walk again.
Following the scenes, Baroness Rujas called for the nearest maid.
“... So go to His Royal Highness's palace and find out every detail of the current situation of Lady Ethel."
"Yes, Ma'am."
The brilliant maid quickly made her way to the Prince's Palace.
Watching the scenes, Baroness Rujas thought to herself.
'As long as the Ladies of Her Majesty the Empress are obedient, Her Majesty's scheme will surely work. After all, Her Highness is the flower of society.'
Anxiety was already burning in her heart like a candle, but Baroness Rujas managed to ignore it and walked after her again.
The Emperor glared fiercely at the door where the Princess had exited.
"Don't worry about Maria Ethel, Your Majesty. I'm keeping a close eye on her through the acolytes. These days, she just sleeps all day and just looks out."
He remembered what the Empress had said last night. At this point, if she doesn't like it, she should at least be able to get rid of Maria Ethel's work.
All expectations for the Princess were long gone. It was quite painful for the Emperor to admit that the Princess of the good work, the proud Saint of the Empire, was nothing more than a façade.
Nonetheless, entrusting the Princess to finish it off meant that she behaved in accordance with the Empire. If she wanted to make a marriage alliance with a foreign country, she had to at least show something when there was a delegation.
The Emperor shook his head as he shook his aching head.
I don't know why the grown children are now bothering their father. The Prince of a country doesn't do anything in this situation except to control Maria Ethel.
Today, before the first round of negotiations with the Heferti delegation, the Emperor had to call him to confirm the story of Princess Madeleine. He would have been a little relieved if he had talked to the Duke of Madeleine last night.
The Emperor sighed in place of the burning inside. The sigh that came out of his lips was hot and boiling.
He should have noticed from the moment he thought she resembled the Princess every time the Princess's green eyes glazed over...
But the Emperor, blinded only by revenge, missed the most important point.
'Not really. What if Princess Madelaine also has mystical powers?'
Just thinking about it made his mouth go dry. So last night, as soon as the admitted Duke of Madeleine entered his office, the Emperor asked, even with a polite greeting.
"Thank you for coming so late. I had a few questions for the Duke, so I called you. Have you ever noticed anything strange about the first Princess?"
“... If you think it's weird."
"Anything is good. There's something, somewhere in a weird corner. Acting like a dancer, for example..."
In the end, the impatient Emperor had to ask bluntly.
“... Didn't she enjoy singing?"
Even when asked, the Emperor was stunned. He thought the Duke knew the connection between the song and the green eyes, but he couldn't let his guard down.
After all, the Duke of Madeleine is the Princess's biological father and has lived with her for a long time.
At the Emperor's repeated urging, Duke Madeleine barely said a word.
“... I don't know."
"And what do you remember about her?"
Before he could finish speaking, his unbridled anger was directed at the Emperor.
"Duke..! How dare you look at me with such a disturbing look!"
Even though the Emperor was furious, the Duke only bowed his head and said no words, sorry.
The Emperor clicked his tongue and glared at the Duke with a blank eye. However, even though he knew that it was the Duke's backstabbing, it was the Emperor who first mentioned the mother of the first Princess.
But the Emperor really wanted to know the mother. For a Princess with vivid green eyes, her mother must have had clear green eyes as well. Maybe it had something to do with the Princess of Lowell.
No matter how angry he was, no matter how much he tried to soothe him, the Duke of Madeleine would not speak.
The Emperor had a headache that made him dizzy. Ironically, Duke Madeleine had left the door with a single benediction.
He thought the work of the mines was the greatest, but he thought that even greater misfortune might come to him. As he let out a heavy breath, he heard a knock from outside the door.
"Your Majesty. There are nobles who are asking for an audience today."
The courteous acolyte came into his office and reported. Speaking of which, the sunlight shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows was bright.
“... The minister asked for an audience in the afternoon to negotiate with the delegation, and finally ... "
The chief of the acolyte, who had been skillfully reciting the list, looked at the Emperor for a moment and continued.
“... The Duke of Elkin is asking to see His Majesty the Emperor in front of the throne room."
Duke Elkin. The moment he heard the name, the Emperor furrowed his brows.
"I don't want to see him. No matter how much it is a noble affair, the delegation does not know this ugliness in advance!"
"Your Honorable Majesty the Emperor. That's not ..."
There was nothing more to hear. The Emperor waved his hand.
However, the acolyte, who would normally listen to it, paused and said that, sweating profusely as he approached the Emperor. Then he added in a very cautious voice.
“... Your Majesty. The Duke of Elkin must see His Majesty and tell you something."
"Whatever it is, tell him that I don't want to see the Duke right now."
"That's the story of Madeleine's first Princess, Your Majesty."
The acolyte closed his eyes tightly. And at those words, the Emperor's eyes of the sea sparkled.
The leader of the aristocracy hid his insidious intentions, but he was not the kind of person who would say anything dangerous.
"How does the Duke know about the first Princess of Madeleine, tell me first."
As soon as he entered the office, the Emperor's icy voice fell. It was a natural question for a skeptical Emperor. The head of the aristocracy knows about the Princess of the imperial sect who has no contact with him.
But Duke Elkin chose his words with great care, in contrast to his grin. The Emperor felt like his throat was burning.
If Duke Elkin were to conciliate the Princess, how would the Emperor react?
The assembly hall of the Emperor's Palace. This strange undercurrent was now the negotiating ground for Heferti's defeat.
Looking at the Heferti delegation, who looked at him nervously, the Emperor said solemnly.
“... Now, let's talk openly about it as it's the first time. The reparations we are asking for from Heferti will be told by Duke Elkin first."
Duke Elkin cleared his throat and pulled out a long paper, continuing his speech.
"What our empire wants is an amicable peace treaty and Heferti's determination to keep it. Therefore, in order to maintain the stability of Heferti, the land from the Nilenn Peninsula in Heferti to the Arrein Islands ..."
t/The Duke Elkin said, and the faces of some of the Heferti envoys began to grow a little tired.
Seeing this, the Emperor swallowed his laughter. What the Emperor is asking, for now, is the most fertile land in Heferti, the mines of minerals that are used as raw materials for swords, the abolition of knightly schools that can train knights, and the weakening of the military.
It was tantamount to overlaying the image of a defeated nation so that the arrogant Heferti could not be completely broken and attacked again.
It was the most unreasonable demand ever made of the defeated nations. Still, the imperial aristocracy said nothing. Instead, they just exchanged glances as if they already knew.
Everything was working perfectly.
From the Prince who sets the mood to the Duke Elkin and other nobles.
“... Both countries have been affected by the war. We need to readjust the reparations following the word peace treaty."
Then, a cool voice suddenly interrupted and threw cold water on the smooth atmosphere.
The aristocrats, who had been watching calmly, straightened their postures. At the same time, the Emperor's brows furrowed.
It was him again. Grand Duke Vikander.
"Well, of course, you'll use Maria Ethel, don't you?"
Speaking in a low voice, Baroness Rujas was a little worried. She wonders if the Princess has forgotten how he got in trouble with Maria Ethel last time.
Even though she was stupid, she was a young girl with a corner of medicine.
Baroness Rujas remembers her flirting in the majestic palace of the Princess and her rampage about holding an engagement ceremony as if ruining a summer banquet.
No, if that were all that was done, Baroness Rujas would also be cheering for the Princess.
However, the image of the Princess was not good in the social world and even among her close playmates from childhood. She's trying to cause trouble again at a time when she should be taking care of herself.
"So, is Maria Ethel still in my brother's palace?"
Perhaps noticing Baroness Rujas' hesitation, the Princess urged.
"That's it... I'll recheck it."
"Check it out and let me know. Even the current dynamics of that wild thing."
Baroness Rujas bowed her head. Then the Princess began to walk again.
Following the scenes, Baroness Rujas called for the nearest maid.
“... So go to His Royal Highness's palace and find out every detail of the current situation of Lady Ethel."
"Yes, Ma'am."
The brilliant maid quickly made her way to the Prince's Palace.
Watching the scenes, Baroness Rujas thought to herself.
'As long as the Ladies of Her Majesty the Empress are obedient, Her Majesty's scheme will surely work. After all, Her Highness is the flower of society.'
Anxiety was already burning in her heart like a candle, but Baroness Rujas managed to ignore it and walked after her again.
***
The Emperor glared fiercely at the door where the Princess had exited.
"Don't worry about Maria Ethel, Your Majesty. I'm keeping a close eye on her through the acolytes. These days, she just sleeps all day and just looks out."
He remembered what the Empress had said last night. At this point, if she doesn't like it, she should at least be able to get rid of Maria Ethel's work.
All expectations for the Princess were long gone. It was quite painful for the Emperor to admit that the Princess of the good work, the proud Saint of the Empire, was nothing more than a façade.
Nonetheless, entrusting the Princess to finish it off meant that she behaved in accordance with the Empire. If she wanted to make a marriage alliance with a foreign country, she had to at least show something when there was a delegation.
The Emperor shook his head as he shook his aching head.
I don't know why the grown children are now bothering their father. The Prince of a country doesn't do anything in this situation except to control Maria Ethel.
Today, before the first round of negotiations with the Heferti delegation, the Emperor had to call him to confirm the story of Princess Madeleine. He would have been a little relieved if he had talked to the Duke of Madeleine last night.
The Emperor sighed in place of the burning inside. The sigh that came out of his lips was hot and boiling.
He should have noticed from the moment he thought she resembled the Princess every time the Princess's green eyes glazed over...
But the Emperor, blinded only by revenge, missed the most important point.
'Not really. What if Princess Madelaine also has mystical powers?'
Just thinking about it made his mouth go dry. So last night, as soon as the admitted Duke of Madeleine entered his office, the Emperor asked, even with a polite greeting.
"Thank you for coming so late. I had a few questions for the Duke, so I called you. Have you ever noticed anything strange about the first Princess?"
“... If you think it's weird."
"Anything is good. There's something, somewhere in a weird corner. Acting like a dancer, for example..."
Duke Madeleine, however, had only a strange look on his face at the Emperor's hurried question. Ilhe felt like he was in a daze, and he didn't seem to understand the question very well.
In the end, the impatient Emperor had to ask bluntly.
“... Didn't she enjoy singing?"
Even when asked, the Emperor was stunned. He thought the Duke knew the connection between the song and the green eyes, but he couldn't let his guard down.
After all, the Duke of Madeleine is the Princess's biological father and has lived with her for a long time.
At the Emperor's repeated urging, Duke Madeleine barely said a word.
“... I don't know."
"And what do you remember about her?"
Before he could finish speaking, his unbridled anger was directed at the Emperor.
"Duke..! How dare you look at me with such a disturbing look!"
Even though the Emperor was furious, the Duke only bowed his head and said no words, sorry.
The Emperor clicked his tongue and glared at the Duke with a blank eye. However, even though he knew that it was the Duke's backstabbing, it was the Emperor who first mentioned the mother of the first Princess.
But the Emperor really wanted to know the mother. For a Princess with vivid green eyes, her mother must have had clear green eyes as well. Maybe it had something to do with the Princess of Lowell.
No matter how angry he was, no matter how much he tried to soothe him, the Duke of Madeleine would not speak.
The Emperor had a headache that made him dizzy. Ironically, Duke Madeleine had left the door with a single benediction.
He thought the work of the mines was the greatest, but he thought that even greater misfortune might come to him. As he let out a heavy breath, he heard a knock from outside the door.
"Your Majesty. There are nobles who are asking for an audience today."
The courteous acolyte came into his office and reported. Speaking of which, the sunlight shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows was bright.
“... The minister asked for an audience in the afternoon to negotiate with the delegation, and finally ... "
The chief of the acolyte, who had been skillfully reciting the list, looked at the Emperor for a moment and continued.
“... The Duke of Elkin is asking to see His Majesty the Emperor in front of the throne room."
Duke Elkin. The moment he heard the name, the Emperor furrowed his brows.
"I don't want to see him. No matter how much it is a noble affair, the delegation does not know this ugliness in advance!"
"Your Honorable Majesty the Emperor. That's not ..."
There was nothing more to hear. The Emperor waved his hand.
However, the acolyte, who would normally listen to it, paused and said that, sweating profusely as he approached the Emperor. Then he added in a very cautious voice.
“... Your Majesty. The Duke of Elkin must see His Majesty and tell you something."
"Whatever it is, tell him that I don't want to see the Duke right now."
"That's the story of Madeleine's first Princess, Your Majesty."
The acolyte closed his eyes tightly. And at those words, the Emperor's eyes of the sea sparkled.
The leader of the aristocracy hid his insidious intentions, but he was not the kind of person who would say anything dangerous.
***
"How does the Duke know about the first Princess of Madeleine, tell me first."
As soon as he entered the office, the Emperor's icy voice fell. It was a natural question for a skeptical Emperor. The head of the aristocracy knows about the Princess of the imperial sect who has no contact with him.
But Duke Elkin chose his words with great care, in contrast to his grin. The Emperor felt like his throat was burning.
If Duke Elkin were to conciliate the Princess, how would the Emperor react?
Suddenly, early in the morning, he remembered the Duke of Madeleine, who was the first to visit the Emperor's palace.
He had to throw the strongest bait.
"I, actually, have been very instrumental in the birth of the Princess."
"What?"
In front of the Emperor, who raised his eyes to ask what he meant, the Duke smiled once more and recounted the day's events.
"On the night of the Princess's conception, the Duke of Madeleine was drinking with me. I shouldn't have let him go alone. But I didn't go with him. I think that's how the Princess was born."
"Spend the night with this man."
"Who is this?"
"I don't think you're going to know. It's just your job to take great care of this man."
Duke Elkin recalled his own voice that day and added a small adaptation.
Duke of Madeleine should have thanked him. He was the one who made up the story of a woman who had never been a dancer. He glanced at the idea of forgiving all debts and wearing the clothes of a dancer.
"It's a long time ago, but I remember it for a while. I think I overlooked it. The mother who looked a lot like a Princess."
“... Did you see her?"
The Emperor's voice sank. The Duke was pleased with the response. At least the Emperor was more interested in his story than he was last time.
Duke Elkin lowered his voice even softer.
"Yes, Your Majesty. Still, the Princess doesn't hide her blood. I'm going to talk to the Princess about her."
The Emperor's expression was strange. Duke Elkin expertly discovered that the corners of the Emperor's mouth were raised.
Also, he thought the story of appeasing the Princess would work. So Duke Elkin was so pleased with his point.
"Could it be that a Princess who longs for her mother will open her heart to me and not to her heartless father?"
The Emperor brushed the tip of his chin. The Duke's loose gesture made him nervously wait for an answer.
“... That's an interesting story. By the way, the Duke."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
It was at this moment that Duke Elkin bowed his head in response to the positive response.
"What did the Duke see, what did the mother look like?"
"That's it. It seems to resemble Princess Madeleine. He had green eyes, and she had a pretty fair color."
As if it were an unexpected question, Duke Elkin thought for a moment before answering. The Emperor cleared his throat to sigh at the answer.
He had to throw the strongest bait.
"I, actually, have been very instrumental in the birth of the Princess."
"What?"
In front of the Emperor, who raised his eyes to ask what he meant, the Duke smiled once more and recounted the day's events.
"On the night of the Princess's conception, the Duke of Madeleine was drinking with me. I shouldn't have let him go alone. But I didn't go with him. I think that's how the Princess was born."
"Spend the night with this man."
"Who is this?"
"I don't think you're going to know. It's just your job to take great care of this man."
Duke Elkin recalled his own voice that day and added a small adaptation.
Duke of Madeleine should have thanked him. He was the one who made up the story of a woman who had never been a dancer. He glanced at the idea of forgiving all debts and wearing the clothes of a dancer.
"It's a long time ago, but I remember it for a while. I think I overlooked it. The mother who looked a lot like a Princess."
“... Did you see her?"
The Emperor's voice sank. The Duke was pleased with the response. At least the Emperor was more interested in his story than he was last time.
Duke Elkin lowered his voice even softer.
"Yes, Your Majesty. Still, the Princess doesn't hide her blood. I'm going to talk to the Princess about her."
The Emperor's expression was strange. Duke Elkin expertly discovered that the corners of the Emperor's mouth were raised.
Also, he thought the story of appeasing the Princess would work. So Duke Elkin was so pleased with his point.
"Could it be that a Princess who longs for her mother will open her heart to me and not to her heartless father?"
The Emperor brushed the tip of his chin. The Duke's loose gesture made him nervously wait for an answer.
“... That's an interesting story. By the way, the Duke."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
It was at this moment that Duke Elkin bowed his head in response to the positive response.
"What did the Duke see, what did the mother look like?"
"That's it. It seems to resemble Princess Madeleine. He had green eyes, and she had a pretty fair color."
As if it were an unexpected question, Duke Elkin thought for a moment before answering. The Emperor cleared his throat to sigh at the answer.
***
The assembly hall of the Emperor's Palace. This strange undercurrent was now the negotiating ground for Heferti's defeat.
Looking at the Heferti delegation, who looked at him nervously, the Emperor said solemnly.
“... Now, let's talk openly about it as it's the first time. The reparations we are asking for from Heferti will be told by Duke Elkin first."
Duke Elkin cleared his throat and pulled out a long paper, continuing his speech.
"What our empire wants is an amicable peace treaty and Heferti's determination to keep it. Therefore, in order to maintain the stability of Heferti, the land from the Nilenn Peninsula in Heferti to the Arrein Islands ..."
t/The Duke Elkin said, and the faces of some of the Heferti envoys began to grow a little tired.
Seeing this, the Emperor swallowed his laughter. What the Emperor is asking, for now, is the most fertile land in Heferti, the mines of minerals that are used as raw materials for swords, the abolition of knightly schools that can train knights, and the weakening of the military.
It was tantamount to overlaying the image of a defeated nation so that the arrogant Heferti could not be completely broken and attacked again.
It was the most unreasonable demand ever made of the defeated nations. Still, the imperial aristocracy said nothing. Instead, they just exchanged glances as if they already knew.
Everything was working perfectly.
From the Prince who sets the mood to the Duke Elkin and other nobles.
“... Both countries have been affected by the war. We need to readjust the reparations following the word peace treaty."
Then, a cool voice suddenly interrupted and threw cold water on the smooth atmosphere.
The aristocrats, who had been watching calmly, straightened their postures. At the same time, the Emperor's brows furrowed.
It was him again. Grand Duke Vikander.
Asshole, duke elkin is the cause of this misfortune. But the duke medeleine is also stupid and shit man
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