“The 8th Princess, Rosenit Nadia Hadelamid, greetings to the distinguished guests. To celebrate my sixteenth birthday and the selection of my direct knight. We would like to thank everyone who attended and hope you have a great time.”
Rosenit arrived at the center of the banquet hall and greeted everyone.
The real birthday banquet began with loud applause.
Rosenit sat on a chair decorated with white roses in full bloom.
He greeted each of the invited nobles face to face and distributed mousse cakes in wine glasses.
A long line formed in front of Rosenit.
“Her Highness the 8th Princess, congratulations on your birthday.”
“Thank you, Viscount Oberto. I hope you have a pleasant banquet.”
“A silver-haired Homunculus who is a perfect match for the 8th Princess, the White Rose of the Empire. Congratulations."
“Thank you for coming all the way, Count Pavelion.”
The royal family also sent congratulatory greetings to Rosenit.
The 4th Prince Rubens, who is no different from her followers, and the 5th Prince Icalys ignored the line of nobles and came forward to show off his friendship with Rosenit.
Rosenit frowned at their interrupting but greeted them with a bright smile.
“Brother Rubens and Brother Icalys are also here. I’m really happy.”
“Ah, Rosie. Do you know how long this brother has been waiting for you? It took a long time to go through the selection ceremony, right? You had a lot of trouble.”
“It was difficult to engrave that silver-haired homunculus. Looks like this homunculus. I don't know how good the product is, but it's too expensive! This brother needs to be scolded!”
The words that Rubens and Icalys talked about in an attempt to pretend to be friendly made Rosenit's face harden.
Because she lacked talent in alchemy, this was the equivalent of advertising to everyone that the imprinting ceremony took a long time.
'Those stupid brothers!'
The nobles who were suspicious of attending the banquet started whispering, which bothered her good hearing ears.
It was Brigitte who helped Rosenit.
“Happy birthday, Rosie.”
“Oh my, Sister Betty!”
Brigitte appeared like a folding screen, leading the other Princesses and her direct knight to congratulate Rosie.
Rosenit thought everything went well, so she ignored Rubens and Icalys and dealt with Brigitte.
“I didn’t know that Sister Betty would come. I’m truly honored.”
“I’m surprised. It was the day my lovely younger sister held her selection ceremony, and as her older sister, I had to come. Isn’t that right?”
Brigitte pretended to be a kind older sister, unlike her usual self. It was clearly a political act.
Friendship with a person with a good image has a positive effect on one's reputation.
Because it had influence, it was beneficial to have a friendly appearance in the eyes of many nobles.
It would be even better if it was published in a newspaper or gossip magazine so that citizens could see it.
Brigitte actively reached out to Rosenit.
“By the way, Rosie. You were waiting for the knight the best in the imperial palace. I heard you had a lot of trouble. Until now, there were many Princesses who wanted to appoint Sir Millart as knights under their direct command. I couldn't dare because of the difficulty of engraving, but you too have achieved great success as a member of the imperial family. I really congratulate you.”
"Uh... "
It was a made-up statement to alleviate the problem of Rosenit's lack of talent.
Instead of Rosenit, who was frozen in a daze, Sylvestian was quick to help.
“I feel sorry for causing trouble to Her Highness the Eighth Princess. I will make up for this disloyalty with future loyalty.”
Sylvestian attributed everything to his fault and politely paid the formal courtesy of a knight.
He got down on one knee and placed a loving kiss on the back of Rosenit’s hand.
His appearance, a model of a polite and disciplined knight, was as romantic as a scene from a fairy tale.
The ladies around Rosenit let out a small squeal.
An envious exclamation brought Rosenit to her senses. Only then did she understand the situation and smile in satisfaction.
‘You’re quite perceptive. Yes, you have to do at least this much.'
Rosenit saw off the royal family, including Brigitte, and again received congratulations from the nobles.
After about an hour, the mousse cake pyramid was almost at the bottom.
It was visible and the long waiting line had disappeared.
According to the law, Rosenit had to keep her position.
It was time to spend time sitting with a flower-like smile and receiving greetings from nobles who occasionally visited.
Just as she was losing her concentration due to boredom, she heard a murmur.
'Oh my, it looks like Her Highness the 7th Princess is going to say congratulations.'
Rosenit rarely believed her ears.
It was unbelievable that her half-sister, who had only sent an invitation out of courtesy, attended the banquet.
Contrary to her expectations, she looked up and found a familiar face.
In front of her, Eve was approaching, escorted by Michael.
Rosenit was shocked to see her half-sister walking towards her, bathed in the light of a gorgeous chandelier.
Eve's gait was so graceful.
Rosenit was intimidated because Eve was always excluded and ignored.
Her shoulders, waist, and steps were no longer visible. A dignified posture and grace like a noble lady with a wealth of experience. The gestures and straight gaze were something that even Rosenit herself could barely imitate.
At that time, there was a whisper that made Rosenit uncomfortable.
'Both Princesses lived around the same time... Is it because she brought in a direct knight? For some reason, I'm looking forward to the conversation the two will have.'
'That's right. I feel a bit like that too. It's a strange confrontational structure, isn't it?'
‘From what I hear, Sir Millard is also great. Lord Agnito is no less a great homunculus. It is also nicknamed the monster of the public prison... Furthermore, Her Highness the 7th Princess' actions today were amazing. Until Her Majesty the 8th Princess came, I thought the main character of today's banquet was Her Highness the 7th Princess.'
These were unacceptable words for Rosenit.
She can't believe she was compared to her naughty half-sister at a birthday banquet.
After a moment in the ruby eyes that looked at Eve, hostility surfaced. The eyes did not resemble the white rose of an angelic empire. The only person who saw this was Sylvestian, who was standing nearby.
Meanwhile, Eve came up and congratulated her.
“Hi, Rosie. Happy sixteenth birthday. In the future, you will become even more splendid as the precious flower of the empire. May you bloom beautifully. Also, congratulations on welcoming your direct knight.”
“Thank you for your kind words, Sister Eve.”
Rosenit responded soullessly and handed over the worst-looking mousse cake.
It didn't stop there. Eve also congratulated Sylvestian.
Now that he has become Princess's direct knight, he cannot be seen in public places.
Honorifics were used as a sign of respect.
“Lord Millard, congratulations on becoming a direct knight of the White Rose of the Empire. May your chivalry continue to be blessed with glory.”
“... Thank you, Your Highness, the 7th Princess.”
Sylvestian placed his hand on his chest and bowed. The voice was a little low as if it had been locked, but no one noticed.
While Eve and Sylvestian were having a short conversation, Rosenit's eyes were focused on Michael.
‘This is Sister Eve’s direct knight...They said he was called the monster of the public prison.'
Rosenit felt anxious about him being next to Eve from a while ago.
Perhaps because of his open-front robe and lace padding, he is hardly a knight.
It gave off a very dizzying atmosphere.
Rosenit did not hide her interest in Michael.
“Now that I think about it, you also hired a knight under your direct control. Could you introduce me?”
Eve was reluctant, but had no choice but to refuse.
“Oh, right. This is my direct knight, Sir Michaelis Agnito.”
“Michaelis Agnito meets Her Highness the 8th Princess.”
Michael placed his arms across his chest and bowed.
It was a flawless move, and it was an informal manner that was just right for the current situation.
However, Rosenit did not receive greetings and stayed still.
“Rosie?”
It was only after Eve called his name in confusion that there was a response.
Rosenit wordlessly extended her left hand to Michael. She asked him to kiss the back of her hand while taking a formal bow.
'Rosie, don't do anything.'
The banquet hall was watching not only Eve but also Rosenit.
All of the nobles thought the current situation was unusual.
Everyone kisses the back of Rosenit back hands the white rose of the empire.
It was a public fact that there was no demand.
To noblemen, the back of the Princess's hand was being treated like public property. I'm so tired of it so I decided to never hold out the back of my hand first.
I was nervous.
Rosenit, who was extremely obsessed with Michael in her last life,
As expected, I suspected that she fell in love with him at first sight as soon as she saw him.
However, I quickly calmed down when I realized that Michael was hiding his beauty with an eye patch.
'I guess you're just being flirtatious.'
It happened occasionally.
The naive or even foolish men in social circles would develop delusions even if Rosenit treated them a little well.
Rosenit knew this well and deliberately enjoyed shaking the hearts of men.
After enjoying the ecstatic honor of being asked to kiss the back of the hand by the White Rose of the Empire, the original owner will feel worthless.
It was clear that Rosenit had such confident thoughts that she was playing a trick on Michael.
'That's petty, Rosie.'
Even though I was angry, I was dumbfounded.
At that time, I felt Michael loosening his escorting hand.
‘Ah, Michael...'
Since receiving a request from the royal family, Rosenit, there is even a loyalty oath ceremony.
As a homunculus belonging to the imperial family, there was no way to refuse.
Michael approached Rosenit and took the knight's formal bow.
He got down on one knee, took Rosenit's hand carefully, and brought it to his mouth.
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