“Extreme. What an interesting idea.”
“I'm sorry.”
“However, I think it might not be an appropriate place to invite nobles.”
The content of the play was also excessively sexual.
It was certainly immersive, but that doesn't mean that snobby nobles would like a story about a poor street girl and a nobleman's son falling in love.
Deep wrinkles were already engraved between the eyebrows of the older nobles.
It was obvious how much this play must have offended conservatives.
"Your Majesty."
“Besides, whether it was intentional or not, it is said that constantly linking up with Princes is not a very smart way of advertising.”
It had to be groundbreaking.
The Emperor drew a clear line, even though there was a faint smile on his lips.
Dorothea bent her knee slightly at the warning not to cross this line, despite his fondness for her.
“Thank you for your teaching, Your Majesty. The girl simply could not turn away from an old relationship.”
“Is it an old relationship?”
The ears of the nobles who had been listening to the conversation pretending not to know perked up.
“Just as the heroine Fatima met Edward by chance, I also ‘by chance’ met someone who had a connection with me a long time ago.”
When Philip brought Revan, who had been standing there dumbfounded, he fell prostrate before the Emperor, his face pale.
“It’s been a long time... You knew someone like this in the past?”
The Emperor's eyes took on a quizzical look.
She would have returned straight to her family's mansion shortly after coming up to the zodiac.
He couldn't tell when they had their first interaction.
“The name of the one leading this troupe is Revan. He once received the grace of His Highness the Seventh Prince, and he gave up street life and created this troupe.”
“Are you talking about the 7th Prince?”
There was an uproar all around.
There was a pervasive atmosphere of disbelief that the Seventh Prince, and not any of the other Princes, would bestow favors on the author.
Even her father, the Emperor, did not believe her words and looked down at the prostrate man with suspicious eyes.
The Emperor, who had been silent for a moment, opened his mouth.
“Raise your head.”
The Emperor looked down at the shivering Revan and lowered his voice even more gently.
“What do you mean, you owe him a favor?”
"Therefore..."
Revan managed to open his frozen mouth, but he was still too nervous.
All that came to mind in his blank mind were the lines from the play hr had just performed.
“His Highness the Seventh Prince... saved me and guided me on the right path.”
'Wasn't that the line the female protagonist just said in the play?'
'It's like a line the heroine says when she confesses her secret love to the priest.'
The Emperor neither laughed nor got angry, but simply asked again.
“How did the 7th Prince save your life?”
This time, he couldn't even think of a proper line.
Revan, who had been hesitating, finally confessed honestly.
“When I was young, I would steal with bad guys on the street and lure other kids into committing crimes...”
Everyone listened to his words.
“He threw me in prison.”
“...”
But why is that salvation?
The Emperor, who had been looking down at Revan with a worried face, asked again.
“When was it that you were saved by the enemy?”
“It happened when I was eleven years old.”
“...”
The more he listened, the farther away he felt from salvation.
So, isn't this a story about a child living on the streets without a home or parents being thrown into prison by the 7th Prince without even an ounce of mercy?
The Emperor glanced at his blunt son at his unconvincing words.
Luke stood there silently without saying a word of explanation.
Revan, who had read the strange atmosphere, quickly added.
“I felt many things in prison.”
“What, for example?”
“I learned the lesson that people without a backing like me will go to prison if they commit a crime. So if you don’t want to starve in prison again, you shouldn’t commit a crime.”
“...”
It wasn't a wrong answer, but it was a strangely unsettling answer.
“So I gathered children in similar situations as me and performed on the streets to earn money.”
He stole and also had a side job.
In any case, it was right to hide and conceal the illegal activities as much as possible. And in reality, the children under Revan were the most docile of the children.
Because most people lived on the streets and became gangsters whose main occupation was looting.
Dorothea, who had been listening quietly, opened her mouth.
“I happened to meet Revan again, but the children here were in dire straits. Because of the environment, they couldn’t put on a good show. Thankfully, the 3rd Prince donated the kind gift he had given to the temple and took over the building, and the 7th Prince took care of the security in the area.”
“...”
Richard looked at Dorothea quietly.
It is not right to be angry that he did not put his treasures up for 'auction' but instead dedicated them to God.
Although they were supposed to be the royal family's treasures, they were merely personal collections, so they didn't cause much damage other than losing face.
'The donation to the temple will ultimately be made in my name.'
This would be a step towards helping children in extreme situations.
Richard, who had unknowingly become involved in the charity work, remained silent with a trembling face.
Dorothea continued speaking naturally and smoothly.
“Your Majesty holds meetings every day to ensure that none of the people of this empire go hungry, and my grandfather assists Your Majesty and takes up his sword to ‘protect’ whenever a major change occurs in the empire. As someone who serves my grandfather, I consider my small contribution to Your Majesty, even if it is insignificant, to be fulfilling my duty as a ‘nobleman’...”
Gold-plating the other person's face, while justifying one's own actions.
A smile crossed the Emperor's lips as he looked at the natural eloquence.
She was praised as being smart, but isn't she also a bold child?
In this way, the Third Prince could no longer aim at her.
In the process, Dorothea raised her own status and also helped promote the theater company.
The Emperor, who had been nodding his head, lowered his voice and asked solemnly.
“Tell me why there is no explanation for the mysterious group that killed the protagonist, Fatima.”
When asked about the content of the play, Revan flinched.
Well, the identity of those who killed Fatima is still a mystery.
Only a few people knew that this was a true story, and revealing it rashly could have put Count Germain at odds with them.
Dorothea continued speaking on behalf of Revan.
“Because the identity of this group must not be revealed anymore.”
“Yes?”
“Because it will continue to appear in the next play.”
“The story continues.”
"Yes."
It was not intended to satirize the Count Germain or to criticize their attitudes.
Rather, regardless of them, she intended to warn those who tried to kill Little Count and steal Fatima's soul without permission.
As the play becomes more widely known and the story becomes more widely known, the villains will inevitably reveal themselves.
The play was more of a provocation to those who were completely hidden.
“The Marquis would not want you to go down a dangerous path.”
“I don’t want my grandfather to be in danger either, Your Majesty.”
The Emperor stared blankly at Dorothea for a moment at her words, then quickly looked away.
He turned around as if to leave, but then stopped and asked Revan one last question.
“By the way, apart from your connection with the Seventh Prince, what kind of connection do you have with Thea?”
Dorothea burst into laughter as Revan banged his head on the floor.
“I’m the last girl Revan tried to coax into his gang before he went to prison.”
“...”
Everyone who had been rising from their seats stopped in their tracks and looked at Dorothea in disbelief.
Dane asked quietly with a blank expression as Revan's back was soaked with cold sweat.
“That kid was trying to seduce you?”
“Fortunately, he reflected on his actions in prison and came out to become the leader of such a successful theater company. That’s great.”
You'll have to roll around under me for the rest of your life.
I'll take care of what you need to eat and help you make money.
Revan lowered his head even further as the murderous intent poured out toward me.
It was the same five years ago, and it is the same now.
Every time he met that girl, his life became more and more difficult.
Dorothea, who had been blankly watching the nobles leaving the theater one by one, asked Marilyn, who was approaching with tear stains, gently.
“Did you enjoy the play?”
“Young Lasy, that day... on purpose...”
“I’m sorry I ended up taking advantage of you unintentionally.”
Even if Marilyn hadn't been there, Valerie and Dorothea would have chatted that day, but Marilyn's presence indeed helped the conversation flow more naturally.
The madam of the costume shop that deals with nobles is quick-witted.
Marilyn was a great help in making the conversation flow naturally and unobtrusively.
She, her face turned pale, barely managed to open her trembling lips.
“So, now, will you... forgive me?”
“I remember there was no debt left between us.”
Unlike Dorothea, who had a relaxed face, Marilyn still looked extremely haggard.
She didn't mean to blame her, but why are she so observant?
Didn't she pay enough in the first place?
As a gentle smile spread across Dorothea's face, Marilyn, who had been observing her, stared blankly at her.
She felt like she was being sucked into those blue eyes that seemed especially dark today.
“Thea, there was a rare young lady too.”
Dane Highclere approached with a pleased expression on his face.
Marilyn took a step back, remembering that he was the one who had dumped the enormous game on me at the last hunt.
“The carriage is ready, so let’s go back now. Has Lady Marilyn brought the carriage?”
“Oh, I’m thinking of renting it.”
Dane took Marilyn's words in stride as she mumbled with an awkward expression.
“Then let’s go in our carriage.”
Dorothea, who had been listening to Dane's suggestion, nodded as Marilyn opened her eyes wide in confusion.
“I don’t care, so do whatever Young Lady wants.”
In a way, she feels like she owes you a debt, even if it's small, because of something that happened in the costume shop.
There was a hesitant sound behind Dorothea as she slowly turned around.
Finally, as if she had made up her mind, Marilyn accepted Dane's kind offer and got into the carriage following Dorothea.
Unlike Philip, who seemed a little surprised, Valerie greeted Marilyn kindly.
“Come and sit down. It’s good to see you, Young Lady.”
"Thank you."
Dane looked at Marilyn, who had climbed into the carriage without a care, with very pleased eyes.
Philip asked, looking away from Marilyn, who was looking down at the carriage floor awkwardly.
“How long will the play ‘Fatima’ be performed?”
Dorothea must have a plan since she mentioned in front of the Emperor that he was planning to produce a 'next story'.
Dorothea, who had been silent for a moment in thought at her cousin's question, answered briefly.
“Until there is no one left in the empire who does not know the story.”
So that it can be heard far away, even to the ears of those who are hidden.
“I'm sorry.”
“However, I think it might not be an appropriate place to invite nobles.”
The content of the play was also excessively sexual.
It was certainly immersive, but that doesn't mean that snobby nobles would like a story about a poor street girl and a nobleman's son falling in love.
Deep wrinkles were already engraved between the eyebrows of the older nobles.
It was obvious how much this play must have offended conservatives.
"Your Majesty."
“Besides, whether it was intentional or not, it is said that constantly linking up with Princes is not a very smart way of advertising.”
It had to be groundbreaking.
The Emperor drew a clear line, even though there was a faint smile on his lips.
Dorothea bent her knee slightly at the warning not to cross this line, despite his fondness for her.
“Thank you for your teaching, Your Majesty. The girl simply could not turn away from an old relationship.”
“Is it an old relationship?”
The ears of the nobles who had been listening to the conversation pretending not to know perked up.
“Just as the heroine Fatima met Edward by chance, I also ‘by chance’ met someone who had a connection with me a long time ago.”
When Philip brought Revan, who had been standing there dumbfounded, he fell prostrate before the Emperor, his face pale.
“It’s been a long time... You knew someone like this in the past?”
The Emperor's eyes took on a quizzical look.
She would have returned straight to her family's mansion shortly after coming up to the zodiac.
He couldn't tell when they had their first interaction.
“The name of the one leading this troupe is Revan. He once received the grace of His Highness the Seventh Prince, and he gave up street life and created this troupe.”
“Are you talking about the 7th Prince?”
There was an uproar all around.
There was a pervasive atmosphere of disbelief that the Seventh Prince, and not any of the other Princes, would bestow favors on the author.
Even her father, the Emperor, did not believe her words and looked down at the prostrate man with suspicious eyes.
The Emperor, who had been silent for a moment, opened his mouth.
“Raise your head.”
The Emperor looked down at the shivering Revan and lowered his voice even more gently.
“What do you mean, you owe him a favor?”
"Therefore..."
Revan managed to open his frozen mouth, but he was still too nervous.
All that came to mind in his blank mind were the lines from the play hr had just performed.
“His Highness the Seventh Prince... saved me and guided me on the right path.”
'Wasn't that the line the female protagonist just said in the play?'
'It's like a line the heroine says when she confesses her secret love to the priest.'
The Emperor neither laughed nor got angry, but simply asked again.
“How did the 7th Prince save your life?”
This time, he couldn't even think of a proper line.
Revan, who had been hesitating, finally confessed honestly.
“When I was young, I would steal with bad guys on the street and lure other kids into committing crimes...”
Everyone listened to his words.
“He threw me in prison.”
“...”
But why is that salvation?
The Emperor, who had been looking down at Revan with a worried face, asked again.
“When was it that you were saved by the enemy?”
“It happened when I was eleven years old.”
“...”
The more he listened, the farther away he felt from salvation.
So, isn't this a story about a child living on the streets without a home or parents being thrown into prison by the 7th Prince without even an ounce of mercy?
The Emperor glanced at his blunt son at his unconvincing words.
Luke stood there silently without saying a word of explanation.
Revan, who had read the strange atmosphere, quickly added.
“I felt many things in prison.”
“What, for example?”
“I learned the lesson that people without a backing like me will go to prison if they commit a crime. So if you don’t want to starve in prison again, you shouldn’t commit a crime.”
“...”
It wasn't a wrong answer, but it was a strangely unsettling answer.
“So I gathered children in similar situations as me and performed on the streets to earn money.”
He stole and also had a side job.
In any case, it was right to hide and conceal the illegal activities as much as possible. And in reality, the children under Revan were the most docile of the children.
Because most people lived on the streets and became gangsters whose main occupation was looting.
Dorothea, who had been listening quietly, opened her mouth.
“I happened to meet Revan again, but the children here were in dire straits. Because of the environment, they couldn’t put on a good show. Thankfully, the 3rd Prince donated the kind gift he had given to the temple and took over the building, and the 7th Prince took care of the security in the area.”
“...”
Richard looked at Dorothea quietly.
It is not right to be angry that he did not put his treasures up for 'auction' but instead dedicated them to God.
Although they were supposed to be the royal family's treasures, they were merely personal collections, so they didn't cause much damage other than losing face.
'The donation to the temple will ultimately be made in my name.'
This would be a step towards helping children in extreme situations.
Richard, who had unknowingly become involved in the charity work, remained silent with a trembling face.
Dorothea continued speaking naturally and smoothly.
“Your Majesty holds meetings every day to ensure that none of the people of this empire go hungry, and my grandfather assists Your Majesty and takes up his sword to ‘protect’ whenever a major change occurs in the empire. As someone who serves my grandfather, I consider my small contribution to Your Majesty, even if it is insignificant, to be fulfilling my duty as a ‘nobleman’...”
Gold-plating the other person's face, while justifying one's own actions.
A smile crossed the Emperor's lips as he looked at the natural eloquence.
She was praised as being smart, but isn't she also a bold child?
In this way, the Third Prince could no longer aim at her.
In the process, Dorothea raised her own status and also helped promote the theater company.
The Emperor, who had been nodding his head, lowered his voice and asked solemnly.
“Tell me why there is no explanation for the mysterious group that killed the protagonist, Fatima.”
When asked about the content of the play, Revan flinched.
Well, the identity of those who killed Fatima is still a mystery.
Only a few people knew that this was a true story, and revealing it rashly could have put Count Germain at odds with them.
Dorothea continued speaking on behalf of Revan.
“Because the identity of this group must not be revealed anymore.”
“Yes?”
“Because it will continue to appear in the next play.”
“The story continues.”
"Yes."
It was not intended to satirize the Count Germain or to criticize their attitudes.
Rather, regardless of them, she intended to warn those who tried to kill Little Count and steal Fatima's soul without permission.
As the play becomes more widely known and the story becomes more widely known, the villains will inevitably reveal themselves.
The play was more of a provocation to those who were completely hidden.
“The Marquis would not want you to go down a dangerous path.”
“I don’t want my grandfather to be in danger either, Your Majesty.”
The Emperor stared blankly at Dorothea for a moment at her words, then quickly looked away.
He turned around as if to leave, but then stopped and asked Revan one last question.
“By the way, apart from your connection with the Seventh Prince, what kind of connection do you have with Thea?”
Dorothea burst into laughter as Revan banged his head on the floor.
“I’m the last girl Revan tried to coax into his gang before he went to prison.”
“...”
Everyone who had been rising from their seats stopped in their tracks and looked at Dorothea in disbelief.
Dane asked quietly with a blank expression as Revan's back was soaked with cold sweat.
“That kid was trying to seduce you?”
“Fortunately, he reflected on his actions in prison and came out to become the leader of such a successful theater company. That’s great.”
You'll have to roll around under me for the rest of your life.
I'll take care of what you need to eat and help you make money.
Revan lowered his head even further as the murderous intent poured out toward me.
It was the same five years ago, and it is the same now.
Every time he met that girl, his life became more and more difficult.
***
Dorothea, who had been blankly watching the nobles leaving the theater one by one, asked Marilyn, who was approaching with tear stains, gently.
“Did you enjoy the play?”
“Young Lasy, that day... on purpose...”
“I’m sorry I ended up taking advantage of you unintentionally.”
Even if Marilyn hadn't been there, Valerie and Dorothea would have chatted that day, but Marilyn's presence indeed helped the conversation flow more naturally.
The madam of the costume shop that deals with nobles is quick-witted.
Marilyn was a great help in making the conversation flow naturally and unobtrusively.
She, her face turned pale, barely managed to open her trembling lips.
“So, now, will you... forgive me?”
“I remember there was no debt left between us.”
Unlike Dorothea, who had a relaxed face, Marilyn still looked extremely haggard.
She didn't mean to blame her, but why are she so observant?
Didn't she pay enough in the first place?
As a gentle smile spread across Dorothea's face, Marilyn, who had been observing her, stared blankly at her.
She felt like she was being sucked into those blue eyes that seemed especially dark today.
“Thea, there was a rare young lady too.”
Dane Highclere approached with a pleased expression on his face.
Marilyn took a step back, remembering that he was the one who had dumped the enormous game on me at the last hunt.
“The carriage is ready, so let’s go back now. Has Lady Marilyn brought the carriage?”
“Oh, I’m thinking of renting it.”
Dane took Marilyn's words in stride as she mumbled with an awkward expression.
“Then let’s go in our carriage.”
Dorothea, who had been listening to Dane's suggestion, nodded as Marilyn opened her eyes wide in confusion.
“I don’t care, so do whatever Young Lady wants.”
In a way, she feels like she owes you a debt, even if it's small, because of something that happened in the costume shop.
There was a hesitant sound behind Dorothea as she slowly turned around.
Finally, as if she had made up her mind, Marilyn accepted Dane's kind offer and got into the carriage following Dorothea.
Unlike Philip, who seemed a little surprised, Valerie greeted Marilyn kindly.
“Come and sit down. It’s good to see you, Young Lady.”
"Thank you."
Dane looked at Marilyn, who had climbed into the carriage without a care, with very pleased eyes.
Philip asked, looking away from Marilyn, who was looking down at the carriage floor awkwardly.
“How long will the play ‘Fatima’ be performed?”
Dorothea must have a plan since she mentioned in front of the Emperor that he was planning to produce a 'next story'.
Dorothea, who had been silent for a moment in thought at her cousin's question, answered briefly.
“Until there is no one left in the empire who does not know the story.”
So that it can be heard far away, even to the ears of those who are hidden.
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