DYBAR - Chapter 175 < Nothing More, Nothing Less, Just The Same >

DYBAR - Chapter 175 < Nothing More, Nothing Less, Just The Same >

Do Your Best And Regret




King's drawing room.

“Vikander’s Sun, meet Your Majesty the King.”

With the vassals, including Winster and Bethanny, present, the King received greetings from the Prince and his wife with a happy face.

The tiara studded with magic stones was dazzling on top of her gorgeously braided silver hair, and the jewel powder scattered on the water-colored dress with a rich hem sparkled like glitter.

The King smiled softly and said with a resolute expression of nervousness about her first schedule as Princess.

“The Princess looks really good in a tiara.”

Olivia's cheeks turned rosy. A shy voice followed.

“It was a gift from His Royal Highness the Prince.”

The King knew very well that Baron Stone's belt had to be reduced by one space to complete one magic stone tiara. The King smiled generously and turned his gaze towards the prince.

"Yes. The Prince is fine too...”

The King, who was about to say a courtesy word or ask how he was doing, forgot everything he wanted to say the moment he looked at the Prince. And he said with a grin.

“...It’s been a while.”

"Sure."

In response to the King's incredulous laughter and the calm Prince's answer, the vassals who were standing around each bit their lips or clenched their fists.

They have to endure it.

However, as if it was not enough to hold back laughter, a sob-like laugh escaped from the other side.

What?

I widened my eyes at the subtle hint and looked at the retainers. Edwin, who was next to me, whispered softly.

"Why?"

"That is....”

The moment I inadvertently looked at Edwin and said one word, I missed it. Edwin's pretty face was particularly shiny today. Only then did he look like a cat that had been blessed with a lot of beauty.

I was about to laugh when I realized why the retainers were laughing.

“Is there anything fun happening?”

Instead of smiling, I swallowed my saliva. In contrast to his gentle voice, there was a strange atmosphere flowing from him.

He looked languid and relaxed, like a well-fed beast enjoying sewage.

I forgot.

It was I, Olivia, who had buttoned the button all the way to his neck and neatly tied a cravat embroidered with gold thread, to tone down the mood this morning.

I was so embarrassed that the bridge of my nose turned red.

Edwin looked at that figure greedily, as if he would devour it. He widened the corners of his narrowing eyes and said with a natural smile. 

“You’ve been doing so well, it seems like you’ve gained a lot of weight.”

“...I see."

I don't know if I gained weight, but I seemed to be doing well.

The King laughed in bewilderment. Edwin went one step further.

“Yesterday, well, my wife personally gave me a pack.”

What a pack. It looks like they even played house properly.

The King wanted to burst out laughing, but the King could only smile. It was a good choice. I, who was very embarrassed, added a word, even if it was only briefly.

“... Bethanny gave me crushed flowers.”

Before I knew it, the vassals’ faces were filled with happiness. Trying to ignore the heat in my ears, I hurriedly turned my back on the horse.

“Has anything special happened to you, Your Majesty?”

It was an implicit statement. After four weeks of rest, the King's job was to inform the Prince and his wife, who had been cut off from the world, with the first news of the situation.

If the King could put it off, he would like to put it off as much as possible, but... Sometimes there was bad news that had to be delivered.

The King swallowed a bitter smile and nodded his head. As if he had been waiting, Sobel brought the newspaper.

“...It looks like the Empress of the Empire will be dethroned.”

With a royal voice, I looked at the headlines.

- A sudden fire in the Crown Prince's Palace and the dethronement of Her Majesty the Empress?

I read the newspaper article carefully.

I read an article about the Empress's attempt to assassinate the Crown Prince but ended up failing, and a sentence about the Princess, who had run out of her dowry, sending envoys to the Prince of foreign countries who had rejected her marriage proposals in the past. 
As I watched, I suddenly remembered the voice of the Duke of Madeleine.

“... Full and overflowing. I promise.”

 
It seems like I was really looking forward to an article like this not long ago. There was a fire in the Prince's palace. Even though Duke Madeleine's revenge was fiercer than expected, my heart did not worry much.

Why? I thought I would be refreshing or something.

Swallowing my strange feeling, I scanned the headlines. I then smiled brightly at the King.

“...This was the news I was waiting for.  Thank you, Your Majesty."

The King king looked at me with an unknown face and then smiled.

“I’m glad this is the news you’ve been waiting for. By the way, is it really okay to just take a four-week break? Is it okay if you don’t travel anymore?”

"Yes. I have work to do right now, and I think it would be okay to go on a trip after the palace construction is halfway finished.”

I laughed bitterly. At that moment, the King made eye contact with Howard behind him and spoke softly again. This time it was towards Edwin.

“So are we going back to our normal schedule today?”

"Yes. What...”

Unlike me, who said I had work to do, Edwin's answer was lukewarm. But Howard didn't even miss that vague answer.

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I have already had quite a bit of work piled up over the past four weeks that I need to get approval from His Highness the Prince.”

Howard quickly prostrated himself and his words became faster and faster.

“Up to now, we have handled it with His Majesty’s generous measures, but it would be a great honor if His Highness the Prince, who has had time to rest and recharge, would return to work now.”

"Right. A lot of work must have piled up during the gap. Prince, go quickly and do your work first.”

“I am grateful to His Majesty the King for his endless grace. I’ll go now and report the situation right away.”

The conversation continued like a scene from a play. Edwin was sorry, but he couldn't help it. Edwin shrugged his shoulders at the fierce gazes of Howard, Brock, and Winster and let out a short sigh as if he had no choice.

Then he kissed the back of my hand and left the living room. As if on cue, Sobel recommended in a simple voice.

“Your Highness. If it is okay with you, Your Highness, would you like to take a look at the palace construction site?”

I reflexively looked at the King. The King nodded as if he already knew the schedule.

“I heard that the people who came with the healer are now helping with the work quite well. It's something the Princess planned, so please come and take a look. Dress warmly.”

I smiled broadly. Now it was time for me to return to my daily life.

***

The breath broke white onto the clear sky as if it were painted with paint.

I don't know if it was because of the magic stone necklace or the fur cloak that Bethanny had enchanted, but I didn't feel the cold.

I burst out in admiration as I gazed at the framework of the new royal palace. Even from behind the forest covered in cold, clean winter colors, the construction of the royal palace showed surprising progress.

“The architect said that everyone in Lowell who helped with the zoning was very cooperative. I quickly become friends with newcomers.”

“It is all thanks to Rowena’s care and the support of His Majesty the King and His Highnesses.”

Jerun added to Dean's words and slowly looked around.

No matter how many times he saw it, Jerun couldn't believe it. He can’t believe that the people who came from ‘home’ have already found their own places and are working hard. Even Dean's green eyes, which he had been trying to hide until now, were revealed.

Jerun quickly shook his head as his eyes felt watery.

“... Of course, it’s also thanks to Lord Szellin here.”

Jerun looked at Dean and added as if he would never forget.

“I will become a knight like Sir Szellin. In Vikander, anyone can become a knight, even if they have light green eyes.”
 
Dean, who has become a role model for many children, smiled as if he was embarrassed.

It was then.

“Did you see this? They say the Emperor is crazy?”

At that moment, I looked around. I couldn't see them behind the dense trees, but they seemed to be women taking a rest. Soon, a hearty laugh was heard.

"What. That's a completely low-quality newspaper. I heard it's a newspaper written by a strange astrologer. Do you believe that?”

The Emperor is crazy...? 

I, who was extremely nervous, also smiled. It seemed to be the yellow newspaper Sally had seen a few times before.

“But it is true that she will be dethroned as Empress. There is also news about the Princess, but you never know. Actually, wouldn't the Emperor be crazy or angry? The Empire’s prestige has fallen into the mud.”

Her voice lowered as if she was telling a secret.

“...In fact, ever since I heard that story, I have been praying for the Empire to be destroyed?”

“So, the story is that the Emperor deliberately spread rumors about green eyes?”

Now, no one in the empire did not know that Green Eyes had been unfairly framed.

Soon a secret voice spoke as if they shared the same secret.

"Actually... So did I. If there is a God, shouldn't he do that for innocent people? I wish the Empire were destroyed. I hope they meet a terrible end.”

The voice carried by the wind was particularly cold.

While the laughter of the women shaking the tree branches as if they had never been serious, a loud voice rang out announcing the end of the break.

The presence disappeared. It was at that time that Dean, who was looking beyond the tree, blurted out.

“I did that too...”

Oops. Dean laughed awkwardly. Would it have been a cruel thing to say in front of a priest and a Young Lady of noble blood?

While Dean, with a stinging face, was avoiding my gaze, I thought deeply and looked at Jerun.

“Jerun, have you never thought about that?”

"I am… … I am a servant who serves Rowena.”

I smiled brightly at Jerun’s reflexive answer. And I muttered slowly.

“...I think I was hoping.”

At that moment, Dean’s eyes widened. The sharp leaves of the conifers swayed in the winter wind. Despite that sharp sound, the Princess's voice did not waver.

“If Rowena saw it, please punish them with heavenly punishment. I wonder if She has granted my wish?”

My smiling voice was particularly poignant. My green eyes twinkled mercilessly. Jerun stuttered, feeling at a loss for the first time since coming to Vikander.

“Your Highness cannot make a wish for yourself, can you? Even if you make a wish for others, there is no such thing as heavenly punishment...”

For a moment, Jerun was speechless. A wish for others... 

Lord Szellin wished, and two unknown people wished. They want the Empire to fall. If Her Highne had granted their wish...?

The wind continued to blow in the silence. I slowly raised the corners of my mouth.

“In that case... Was it just fate that happened this way?”

As if on cue, a newspaper flew out of nowhere and landed in front of me.

I picked up the newspaper. They said it was a bad newspaper written by an astrologer. There were lengthy articles written about the golden hair and sea-green eyes and their family.

After all, what a person does comes back to him like a boomerang. The words that come out of his own mouth become a curse strangling his own throat, and his one good deed will be returned in a warm meal later.

In the same vein, if you carelessly slander and threaten others, no matter how high up you are, you will be anxious and suspicious of others that the same thing may happen to you for the rest of your life.

I looked at the bold letters among them.

- The Emperor is destined to tremble in anxiety for the rest of his life and then step down.

-The Empress is destined to harm her own children and be kicked out of her most noble position.

-The Prince cannot tell the difference between heaven and earth, and it is only when it is too late that he becomes obsessed with her love and is destined to go crazy.

-She is a Princess who looks down on those who have nothing and is destined to live in poverty without anything.

It's fate... I muttered into my mouth.

At the same time, the blurred sound of my words, which had passed into the other side of my memory, flared up and disappeared into ash.

Since you were born with a lowly umbilical cord, you can only be lowly. It’s something you’re born with.”
 
Only then did I realize why I hadn't felt relieved or refreshed earlier. This was not something to feel relieved or refreshed.

Because I just went back to my place.

"I like it."

Because they said I was different from the moment I was born. In the end, I went to my own destiny.

“I’m so glad it’s not heavenly punishment.”

I narrowed one of my eyes. And I put down the newspaper.

Dean clapped with excitement on his face, and he clapped loudly. While Jerun could not say anything, the wind suddenly blew and the newspaper fluttered away.

It was as if rumors about the fate of the royal family quickly spread throughout the continent.


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