“What are you talking about?”
“I asked my new direct knight the truth, not knowing that Sister Nia was listening. Please scold me for my suggestion, Father!”
The room was in turmoil. I was excluded from the list of suspects, and at the same time, the word 'truth' was used.
It added credibility to the gossip column's revelations. It was a double whammy of shutting Brigitte's mouth.
That wasn't all. Rosenite's words also contained a surprising fact.
“New direct knight...?”
As I asked back, a female homunculus with long black hair appeared in front of Desmond II.
“As a servant of the palace, I have made a great mistake. Please punish me, Your Majesty.”
Snorret Wint dutifully pleaded guilty.
“No, Father. Sir Wint was just answering my questions truthfully because of the imprint. Please don’t punish me for bringing this up again, Father. Please!”
Rosenite, with pearly tears streaming down her face, hugged Snorret while pushing Brigitte away.
“I did it on my own. Rosie tried to stop me, but I couldn’t because I thought of Derek. If it couldn’t be done by law, I wanted to let it be judged by public opinion.”
“I asked my new direct knight the truth, not knowing that Sister Nia was listening. Please scold me for my suggestion, Father!”
The room was in turmoil. I was excluded from the list of suspects, and at the same time, the word 'truth' was used.
It added credibility to the gossip column's revelations. It was a double whammy of shutting Brigitte's mouth.
That wasn't all. Rosenite's words also contained a surprising fact.
“New direct knight...?”
As I asked back, a female homunculus with long black hair appeared in front of Desmond II.
“As a servant of the palace, I have made a great mistake. Please punish me, Your Majesty.”
Snorret Wint dutifully pleaded guilty.
“No, Father. Sir Wint was just answering my questions truthfully because of the imprint. Please don’t punish me for bringing this up again, Father. Please!”
Rosenite, with pearly tears streaming down her face, hugged Snorret while pushing Brigitte away.
“I did it on my own. Rosie tried to stop me, but I couldn’t because I thought of Derek. If it couldn’t be done by law, I wanted to let it be judged by public opinion.”
Stefania calmly asked to take the blame alone, her eyes wide with vengeance.
Bridgette, who had been hit hard on the back of the head, was in chaos.
'Rosenite! Stefania! How dare you!'
A sinister and murderous aura that seemed ready to tear apart everything in front of them swirled around the cold walls.
Meanwhile, Desmond II looked in this direction again. His face was much more genuine.
"Eve."
"Yes."
“Are you really unrelated?”
The answer was given by the attendant standing next to me.
“Your Majesty. I just looked into the Seventh Princess’s whereabouts and found no trace of her having contacted anyone, including the Sixth Princess. On the contrary, it seems that the Seventh Princess has attempted to talk to her several times, but has been rejected.”
“Uh, um..."
As my innocence was revealed, Desmond II looked complicated. He seemed to be looking back on the way he had cornered me and thrown a wad of gossip papers on the floor earlier.
Here I drove a wedge.
“As a subject of Your Majesty the Emperor before I was a member of the imperial family, I hope for the long continuation of his beneficent reign, and therefore I have not decided to become someone above Your Majesty, for that would be contrary to my duty.”
“As a subject of Your Majesty the Emperor before I was a member of the imperial family, I hope for the long continuation of his beneficent reign, and therefore I have not decided to become someone above Your Majesty, for that would be contrary to my duty.”
The deep sound left King Desmond II speechless, and at the same time, lost, as he muttered so low that only the end of the poem could be heard.
“After pushing me like that. Please believe me.”
"Greatness."
“Oh, and why did you throw the stuff? Are you going to make me bow down in front of all the nobles? What would have happened if Her Highness the 8th Princess hadn’t picked it up for me?”
“Ugh..."
The scolding was very painful. As is typical of authoritarian people, Desmond II tried to relieve the embarrassment caused by his own mistakes by swearing at others. His eyes, with a strong gaze, were fixed on Brigitte.
“How can you behave so that the royal family never has a quiet day?! Anyway, you are really! Ha!”
“Ah, that’s enough! Let’s stop talking!”
In fact, Desmond II, who was already annoyed by Brigitte's backstabbing, did not speak at length.
“The 3rd and 6th Princess, return to your rooms and remain in a state of self-discipline!”
“The 7th Princess... I will call you separately later.”
With the order concluded, Desmond II went to convene the Supreme Council.
He turned around for the sake of the newspapers that collected all the gossip and printed it.
It would have been busy taking measures such as severely punishing them.
Stefania stood up as Desmond II's back disappeared from sight, just as she brushed my shoulder past her.
“Sister Nia.”
“...Don’t talk to me. It has nothing to do with you.”
Stefania has acted against the wishes of King Desmond II. The price for this will be high. She may even lose her title as a Princess.
I don't know either.
It was better not to make any contact in any way. But I couldn't help but say something.
“I'll explain.”
At the promise of something, Stefania also opened her mouth slightly.
“...It’s just like Rosie said. Thank you.”
The mention of Rosenite's name again shook me greatly.
The banquet was not over yet. Immediately after Desmond II left, the nobles tried to liven up the mood. Lively music flowed, and they laughed and chattered more cheerfully.
But there, I, the main character, was just sitting blankly.
Michael, Alben, and Julia hurried towards me.
“Are you alright, Your Highness?”
Instead of answering the question, I said something else.
“Alben.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Just take it. This wasn’t our plan.”
“That seems to be something the 8th Princess took action on.”
“Why? Why Rosie?”
“Of course..."
Just as Alben was about to continue speaking, a commotion suddenly spread like ripples from the center of the banquet hall.
What is it this time? Everyone, including me, turned our heads toward the direction of the sound.
“Lord Limitiello?”
There was Calix. And that too in front of Rosenite.
He knelt down on one knee and conversed calmly as if they were performing a ceremony they had prepared for a long time.
“Your Highness the 8th Princess.”
“Yes, Lord Calix Limitiello.”
“I will accept Your Highness’s proposal.”
“Oh my, I’m so happy.”
A couple as picturesque as a painting was born. It was a huge scandal that turned the social world upside down.
“Wow! The Imperial White Rose and Limitiello’s second son?! What a great combination!”
“What can’t you do with the power of the Imperial White Rose on your back? I will cheer on that wonderful marauder!”
The nobles, of course, cheered. They thought it was a complete failure.
The response was so enthusiastic that the atmosphere of the banquet hall was instantly restored.
Alben's voice pierced my ears through the ear-piercing noise.
That was the last thing I said earlier.
“Isn’t it because the 8th Princess is loyal to His Majesty?”
At that moment, my eyes met Rosenite's.
Even as she received a kiss on the back of her hand from Calix, Rosenite's ruby eyes were staring straight at me.
Only then did I realize that my half-sister’s attitude had been anything but ambiguous from the beginning?
The birthday party, which was full of events like a storm, filled the time.
It was around midnight when they broke up. I returned home with Michael.
As soon as I crossed the threshold of the residence, the residence family, including Cedella, greeted me. There was an unusual tension on their faces for the end of the day.
Michael, Alben, and Julia hurried towards me.
“Are you alright, Your Highness?”
Instead of answering the question, I said something else.
“Alben.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Just take it. This wasn’t our plan.”
“That seems to be something the 8th Princess took action on.”
“Why? Why Rosie?”
“Of course..."
Just as Alben was about to continue speaking, a commotion suddenly spread like ripples from the center of the banquet hall.
What is it this time? Everyone, including me, turned our heads toward the direction of the sound.
“Lord Limitiello?”
There was Calix. And that too in front of Rosenite.
He knelt down on one knee and conversed calmly as if they were performing a ceremony they had prepared for a long time.
“Your Highness the 8th Princess.”
“Yes, Lord Calix Limitiello.”
“I will accept Your Highness’s proposal.”
“Oh my, I’m so happy.”
A couple as picturesque as a painting was born. It was a huge scandal that turned the social world upside down.
“Wow! The Imperial White Rose and Limitiello’s second son?! What a great combination!”
“My God. He's not only taking away his brother's fiancée, he's also taking away the Marquis's succession as it is!”
The nobles, of course, cheered. They thought it was a complete failure.
The response was so enthusiastic that the atmosphere of the banquet hall was instantly restored.
Alben's voice pierced my ears through the ear-piercing noise.
That was the last thing I said earlier.
“Isn’t it because the 8th Princess is loyal to His Majesty?”
At that moment, my eyes met Rosenite's.
Even as she received a kiss on the back of her hand from Calix, Rosenite's ruby eyes were staring straight at me.
Only then did I realize that my half-sister’s attitude had been anything but ambiguous from the beginning?
The birthday party, which was full of events like a storm, filled the time.
It was around midnight when they broke up. I returned home with Michael.
As soon as I crossed the threshold of the residence, the residence family, including Cedella, greeted me. There was an unusual tension on their faces for the end of the day.
Cedella whispered to me.
“Please wait inside.”
"Yes."
There was a guest in the reception room. I took a deep breath in front of the door, even though it was my own room.
“I will open it, Your Highness.”
Druk.
Finally, the door opened, and the man guarding the reception room stood up to greet me.
“Are you here, Sister?”
“Yes, Rosie.”
After a long journey, the sisters met again. It was time for us to have some time alone.
“Prepare the tea, Cedella. And everyone else is out. Michael too.”
I sat down on the couch and offered a seat to Rosenite, who was still standing.
It seemed as if they had been preparing for a long time, as Cedella's tea preparation was quick.
By placing pretty items like props on the table, the conversation became more colorful.
Click.
The door to the reception room closed, leaving the two behind. I lifted my teacup and absentmindedly threw out a topic.
“Rosie.”
"Yes..."
“You’ve become smarter since you regressed.”
“It’s the same for you, sister.”
The sisters' conversation was direct. They had waited for each other long enough to go around in circles.
Rosenite asked with a smile.
“Did you like it?”
The question was about the series of events that led to the commotion involving Stefania.
The confident look in her eyes made sense. For me, it was the most perfect ending possible.
In fact, if I had taken action myself, it would have ended with persuading Stefania. However, Rosenite had used up Stefania’s utility value to the maximum and ended up dealing a blow to the enemy.
It’s not something to blame. Politics is like that. On the contrary, just like Alben’s cleverness, Rosenite’s venom was also useful for me to have under my command.
I will become the one who gets my hands dirty on your behalf.
I put down my teacup silently.
“It was a very nice birthday present.”
“I’m glad you liked it. But I have a separate gift for you.”
My eyes told her to keep talking. Rosenite looked grateful.
She lowered her head slightly, smiled, and then opened her mouth.
“In the social circles, Calix Limitiello is the subject of my sister. No one does not know the fact. Since my engagement with him has been announced so publicly, I am now truly yours.”
“Then the gift must be what you're thinking of.”
"Yes that's right."
Rosenite said, placing one hand on her chest.
“I will give you mine, Sister. The Imperial White Rose, Rosenite Nadia Hadelamid.”
Rosenite, who boldly risked herself, looked like a darker and more poisonous rose than ever.
“Isn’t my attitude ambiguous now?”
I didn't give an answer. Instead, I asked a question.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Isn’t that obvious?”
Rosenite expressed her position and thoughts without reservation.
“It’s just to look good to the next person in power. Not only is Eve the most powerful candidate to be the Crown Princess, but you also have ‘that homunculus’.”
I felt a deep sense of disillusionment at the idea of Michael being called that homunculus.
Anyway, Rosenite continued speaking.
“Besides, there is no one who can replace you. Brigitte is destined to ruin the country. If you just look at this, isn’t it natural for me to support you?”
“That’s true.”
“As you saw at the banquet hall, I will be of use to you. So please let me be on your side.”
Her ruby-colored eyes were earnest. She wished to be picked up on the side of a cold winter road.
Even more so than beasts. But I pretended not to know this.
“I understand your circumstances. Now you should listen to mine as well.”
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