TPITT - Chapter 108

In Rosenit's mind, I was a coward who did not compete fairly with social skills and beauty but used expediency to intercept popularity.

It was truly a novel self-justification. Michael and Sylvestian, who were listening to it next to us, opened their mouths small and closed them as if they were surprised.

Rather, it was me who was calm.

"Rosie, I think you've got something wrong."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't intend to compete with you."

At first glance, it sounded like a declaration of abstention. However, my eyes, which were in direct contact with each other, were those of the winner.

"What I'm trying to do is politics."

"What?"

Panic fluttered by Rosenit's ruby eyes.

Politics was an area she couldn't overcome. She couldn't believe me, who had thought it was under her until now, put it in her mouth.

My words followed.

"Of course, politics and society are not completely separated. That's why not only the beauty you have but also the position I have can be a charm."

I approached Rosenit, looking at her agitated eyes with c pity, and continuing to give her a sweet voice.

"So leave the word ingratiated. I'm not buying, I'm selling. Your cheeks look full. Don't stay long and get in early."

My hand slowly smoothed through the air as if patting Rosenit on the cheek, before being collected.

Rather than simply being caring, the strange gesture had a dense corner like a lady.

Rosenit's eyes shook violently as he looked at me like she was possessed without realizing it.

'Eve...?’

I turned my back pretending not to know. Michael escorted me and spoke quietly.

"My Princess has many faces."

"I copied what I saw before, but I guess it was okay. Let's stop going."

The two left, and the remaining Rosenit squashed his lips.

A sense of defeat swept her as if it had been for the first time in such a long time.

To establish a collapsed self-esteem, it had to regain its position even in social circles.

However, the next royal palace's social meeting is the Homunculus Martial Art Society.

Although the role of a direct knight is very important, her knight does not seem able to beat Eve's knight to win the championship.

Rosie's eyes followed Michael's back.

'If only that homuncle was mine.'

When she thought about it, it seemed like it started creaking from the moment she couldn't get her hands on the best.

But Rosenit knew by intuition.

It means that no matter how much power she borrows from the Philosoper's stone sculpture, she will not be able to imprint the monster of the sky prison.

Therefore, the desire for Michael only further destroyed Rosenit's self-esteem.

'Alchemy, alchemy! How long am I going to be because of my alchemy talent...!’

It was then. An old memory came into Rosenit's mind.

Come to think of it, it was only because of Eve that she felt defeated for the first time in her life.

Rosenit has no talent for alchemy and magic even though he is Hadelamid's bloodline.

By comparison, a sister of a year is born with a great talent. So Eve had crushed Rosenit by her very existence.

"Ha. What is this?"

Rosenit, who suddenly faced the inferiority complex within herself, laughed. Once she realized it, she couldn't hold it.

Rosenit looked ahead with an obsessive eye.

The first thing her eyes found was a black-haired homunculus. But it was just a refractive obsession.

Soon her eyes found the right object to pour out her deep and persistent emotions.

Hair with a bland hue under a fancy chandelier. The distinctive blonde owner has long been embedded in the ruby eyes.

The banquet didn't end until midnight.

It was widely believed that night with banquets would ignite young men and women, so 'work overtime' was recommended.

Michael's grooming also had to be lifted from my palace, so I and Michael decided to work overtime next week.

"May you have a peaceful night, Your Highness, Lord Agnito."

Like this.

Cedella walked away, closing the door. The bedroom at dawn, where only me and Michael remained, was still.

In the dark room, a subtle magic light lit up the light, creating a quite plausible atmosphere.

"I'm tired..."

I flopped down on the bed and immediately laid down with my upper body tilted to my side. The ivory schmiz dress and lime blonde were disheveled on the sheet.

It was a very difficult day. As soon as I returned home, I dressed up and attended the banquet as the main character.

In the process, I consumed my mental and physical strength while drinking alcohol to deal with many nobles.

After 10 p.m., I think I managed to hold out by drinking Rahman's sky blue fatigue recovery agent brought by Pheony.

Thus, I had no physical strength left in my body.

Lying on the bed, I closed my eyes and did not get up. After a while, I heard a colorful breath.

"Your Highness, are you already asleep?"

It was impossible to make the precious Princess fall asleep in an uncomfortable position.

Michael gave Eve a hug and laid her down in the middle of the bed, then covered her with a blanket.

When she uses a bedroom for overtime, or when you go out to sleep in a wagon.

Eve's face kept going, and he could not get enough of it no matter how long he looked at it.

Even now, he thought it didn't matter if he was watching until he stayed up all night.

'I guess developed some strange habits because of the imprint.'

Michael comfortably attributed the imprint.

If it was really an emotion against the will, he would have felt rejected, and when necessary, he used the imprint as an excuse.

Michael tidied Eve's hair with a slow touch.

In the meantime, Michael's affectionate gaze scanned Eve's face.

Lime golds disheveled over pillows, dense gold inner eyes, small open lips...

The gaze stayed on the lips for an extraordinarily long time.

Michael's eyes darkened unconsciously. At some point, his head was reflecting on the soft and moist sensation in his memory. Then, he belatedly came to his senses and was surprised.

"Ha, crazy..."

He couldn't tell how many times this was already.

Is it because he was not punished properly that day and was sent to the unwritten law.

When he looked at Eve's lips without being conscious, he was in trouble with his head constantly reminiscing about the profane memories.

Michael got out of bed and lay as if leaning on a couch by the window. Subtle moonlight poured over his body.

The face, which seemed to be covered in a white veil, was a little red, but still as beautiful as a marble statue.

Michael tried to think differently instead of profane thoughts.

He had a lot to think about when he had a banquet to celebrate the palace.

'The Yellow Girl... You've become so attractive.'

His Princess was the envy of many foodies.

Every time he saw the noblemen running in with a black heart, Michael felt more hostile than facing a horse.

He stood by Eve throughout the banquet, but he was not good enough to deal with the aristocrats.

In the huge marriage market of social circles, Michael is not treated as a rival because he is a homunculus. In contrast, Alben and Calix become shields just by being by Eve's side.

It was ridiculous. Although he is a direct knight who is always in charge of being with the royal family, attending the night, and even educating them before marriage, he is considered to be nonexistent in the marriage market.

"Sigh..."

A sigh spontaneously poured out at the gloomy subject.

One day, his Princess will get married, not just one, but several.

The Emperor was obliged to produce offspring with genius alchemy talents to connect the throne and manage the Pholosopher's stone.

That's why the Emperor is allowed to be exceptionally polygamous and polyandry.

Hadelamid's veins are like stallions that must be preserved to dominate the Philosopher's Stone and homunculus.

Therefore, the virtue required of the Empress and the Empress was whether they could give the Emperor a child of great quality.

Naturally, the lack of reproductive ability was a place where it was impossible to overlook.

Oh, my...

What about the little girl.

A sudden thought made Michael imagine a little girl and a boy with a golden lime blonde with Eve.

At that moment, he felt weird. Michael feels happy and unhappy. If he had to weigh it, the unhappiness was bigger.

What is the reason why the front is darker and he feels heavier than when he is trapped in an air prison with only despair?

The moonlight was so bright that it began to be intrusive. Michael raised one hand and covered his eyelids. The darkness made by the palm fell deeply in his sight.

In the early morning of the next day, Eve met Desmond II. Somehow Michael, who looked very tired from sleeping last night, followed her by her escort.

There had already been enough official reports on the Magic Stone Mine. Desmond II was more interested in how I had been doing at the destination than in hard political talk.

With the precious flattery he had learned from Alben, I recounted the days of exploiting Homunculuus. Desmond II was very pleased.

"Hahaha. That's brilliant, Eve. It's a paragon of the royal family."

"I just took advantage of the opportunity father gave me."

"Boy, humility. If you keep growing like this, I will be able to concentrate on researching alchemy in my old age."

I was a little tense at the bone-chained horse.

Hadelamid has a culture of abdication. For generations, Hadelamid's Emperors were high-quality alchemists, so they had no choice but to be greedy for the sage's path.

Therefore, by putting down the throne on his own, he was guaranteed time to devote himself to research as a scholar in his old age.

Just now Desmond II had a clever idea of my reaction by calling out the sheep.

I responded resolutely.

"Thank you for watching. But now, as a member of the people, I just hope that Obama's movie will continue for a long time."

"Hahaha! As expected, you look like me."

The answer seemed to appeal to Desmond II. But he immediately sang to me in a stern voice.

" Eve."

"Yes, father."

I bowed deeply in tune with the changed atmosphere.

It was then that Desmond II asked the question as if to test.

"Do you know what you're lacking the most?"

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