Fortunately, the result was better than the expected value calculated by me. Two people responded.
“Ah, you are the 7th Princess. Is the wine okay?”
“It’s okay if it’s weak, Count Reindel.”
“The seats are cramped. Please come next to me, Your Highness.”
“Thank you, Marquis of Rimitiello.”
Count Rheindel recommends low-alcohol drinks, and Remitiello made room.
'This is unexpected.'
I was secretly surprised that the person who led me to the seat next to him was Calix, the cannibal of Marquis Remitiello.
As the leader of the alumni group, he was famous for having poor manners with women.
I wonder if I was the only one surprised, and the expressions on the faces of his classmates as they looked at Calix in silence were a bit strange.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“...No."
Anyway, the intended goal of using goodwill to gain an opportunity to join the group was achieved.
Now, just listening to the conversation and leaving was enough for socializing.
“You were talking about the Gnosis Academy. I think it’s the same, but could you tell me too? Since I was receiving instruction alone in the imperial palace, I’ve always been curious about academies where people study together.”
“Aha, the Academy story? I don’t know what to tell you first.”
I was mainly a listener and told the students what I always said, so the conversation went smoothly on its own.
There was just one problem.
“Your Highness, your glass is empty.”
“Please take my cup this time.”
“Next time, I’ll have my cup..."
The Young Lords started playing mischievous pranks. They kept offering me drinks.
As if it were my turn to wait, I had already had a drink.
Even though I was holding a wine cocktail, I even gave another glass to the other hand.
'You even played with the glass, didn't you?'
Through my past life experience, I was able to quickly tell the difference between wine and alcohol.
Wine to lower the alcohol content to the third glass that Eve had already drunk.
It was a wine cocktail mixed with a little carbonated water.
But the fourth and fifth glasses in both hands are carbonated water. Instead, they mixed it with brandy, which significantly increased the alcohol content.
According to the rules of the imperial palace, the first cup is received from the other person. It was considered rude to put something down without picking it up.
Passing a glass to another person you have never given a glass to.
There is a way, but it requires compensation in the form of doing a small favor.
“Why are you doing this, Your Highness?”
The Young Lord from Marquis of Rimitiello, Calix asked, pretending not to notice while wiping his blonde hair. That face was extremely disgusting.
'Wow, of course, he's a famous bad guy.'
Suddenly, I remembered the past. I had been harassed by the royal family in this way in my last life as well.
The older Princesses kept giving me drinks, and none of the Princes drank my cup.
I was so sad about it that I tried to increase my drinking, but my constitution simply could not handle it.
“Your Highness, if you are having a hard time, you can pass the cup to me.”
"...?”
I was a little surprised by Calix's encouraging words.
Of course, it's a terrible prank to harass me.
I never thought there would be an option to think about it and pass the glass.
My eyes narrowed slightly as I looked at Calix.
'Now that I think about it, only Lord Rimitiello didn't give me alcohol.'
In that case, according to the law, he is the only one who can pass the cup.
'Is this something you planned from the beginning, hoping for something from me?'
Will I fall for the trick or not?
Will I fall for the trick or not?
I looked into Calix's blue eyes and pondered.
It was then.
"Your Highness."
It was then.
"Your Highness."
A deep bass sound rang in my ears from a short distance away. I looked back. There was Michael.
“I will drink it for you.”
Michael wrapped my hand and gently took the wine glass away from me.
And then he downed two glasses of strong wine in succession.
Beautifully curved lips in a wine glass and the dynamic movement of the neck area was quite sensual.
I looked at Michael with worried eyes.
“Lord Agnito, are you okay?”
"No problem."
These were not empty words. Even after emptying all of this strong drink, Michael's face did not change at all.
When the plan went awry, Calix frowned.
“Indeed, the homunculus is at the training center.I heard that you have been trained to be immune to poison, and it seems that alcohol is okay.”
“Isn’t it all to assist the Master like now?”
The airflow between Calix and Michael was quite chilly. I felt the need to make amends.
“It was fun, My Lord. I'm feeling tipsy and need to get some fresh air. Okay then.”
I left and went up to the second-floor corridor.
I went out to the marble balcony overlooking the rose garden and drew the curtains, creating my own private space.
Then Michael opened his mouth as if he had been waiting.
“You told me to wait, but it seems My Princess forgot the existence of her direct knight.”
"That is... I've never had a partner to help me before. I didn’t even think about it.”
“The last two glasses were both intentionally high-alcohol wines. Did you know?”
"Yes. I’ve been the victim of many similar pranks in the past.”
“I see.”
The purple eyes hidden by the eyepatch sank.
Perhaps due to the influence of the imprint, Michael could not lightly listen to my past story while smiling.
“I am strong on alcohol. From now on, if you unintentionally receive strong alcohol, hand it over to me.”
"Yes. I will do that. Thank you so much earlier.”
I expressed my sincere gratitude.
It seemed like Marquis Rimitiello had no malicious intent toward me.
I didn't want to fall for a trick that seemed to be a copy of the royal family's bullying.
Michael's help was an act that seemed to heal painful memories of a past life.
For me, it felt special.
'It feels very good to have someone on my side.'
I blushed slightly. I leaned my arms against the marble railing to cool off.
The night breeze, full of the scent of garden grass and flowers, tickled my lime-blonde hair.
Michael watched quietly.
In that sense, Michael's help a moment ago was an act that seemed to heal painful memories from my past life.
For me, it felt special.
'It feels very good to have someone on my side.'
I blushed slightly. I wanted to cool off my heat so I leaned my arms against the marble railing.
The night breeze, filled with the scent of garden grass and flowers, tickled my ears. Michael watched quietly.
While taking a break, I suddenly realized something strange.
Even though some time had passed since the opera music ended, the orchestra did not play the next piece.
“What’s going on in the banquet hall?”
That was when I thought I could hear a rumbling sound. Someone shouted loudly in the banquet hall.
“The 8th Princess, Her Highness Rosenit Nadia Hadelamid, and her direct knight Sir Sylvestian Millard are entering!”
A raised voice announced the late appearance of the main characters.
There was a separate appearance route for the main character of the banquet. With Rosenit, Sylvestian appeared on the second floor of the banquet hall and came down the spiral staircase.
Rosenit walked with a light, graceful step and Sylvestian carefully escorted her.
It was as beautiful as a painting.
The nobles' attention and attention was focused on them.
‘How can it be that the 8th Princess becomes more beautiful every year? Could that be a person?'
'Ever since her social debut at the age of 14, her beauty has continued to increase. How on earth can she melt the hearts of so many young people?'
‘Look at the direct knight next to her. Silver hair, this is a very special Homunculus.'
'Well, wouldn't that be enough to be considered worthy of Her Highness the 8th Princess?'
‘No problem. She is the White Rose of the Empire.'
Rosenit had sharp ears.
While being escorted, She gave Sylvestian an extremely romantic look and said only to him.
Even though she was pretending to concentrate, she was listening to the whispers of the nobles.
'Yes, very good.'
The praise they gave to her was sweeter than the scent of white roses in full bloom and sweeter than the music of an orchestra.
Their admiration for the knights under her direct command was extremely satisfying.
The uniqueness of being a silver-haired homunculus became an excellent accessory that enhanced Rosenit's discernment and class.
'After all, Sylvester Millard... Good thing I made it into my knight.'
Even though Sylvestian was not imprinted obediently. Rosenit gets emotional when she thinks about the hardships she went through during the selection ceremony, but thanks to the fragment of the Philosopher's Stone secretly brought by Desmond II, it ended safely.
Rosenit decided to use the generosity of the white rose of the empire and forget about the past.
Rosenit asked softly, looking at Sylvestian's blue eyes covered by the lace eyepatch.
“How does it feel to be a direct knight of the White Rose of the Empire, Sylvestian?”
“I couldn’t be more honored, Your Highness.”
“I knew you would say that.”
Rosenit raised her chin a little higher and spoke with a proud expression on her face.
“Since you are my direct knight, you will have to get used to this kind of attention.”
“I'll keep in mind, I will honor Your Highness’s honor. I will make sure nothing happens.”
“It’s not enough to not cause any harm. As the best knight in the imperial palace, you must shine in social circles.”
“I will not disappoint Her Highness’s expectations.”
“Of course you should. You are a special knight chosen by me.”
At first glance, these words may sound like trust and encouragement, but behind the scenes, it's are not.
There was a threat that you would not admit it if it were you.
Sylvestian silently escorted Rosenit even though he was threatened.
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