'...I can't believe it.'
Roselyn shook her head. It was because Gilbert was completely different from Roselyn's memory.
He was larger than she remembered.
Gilbert here seemed to have eaten even more and gained a lot of weight.
This guy's problem is this: as if being spoiled by a conservative Baron on a country estate wasn't enough, he grew up completely steeped in the ideology that men are heaven.
Besides, Roselyn probably just glared at her opponent all this time and didn't put up any proper resistance.
In short, it was like being a frog in a well.
Even so, he was completely clueless about the ways of the world. Even if he is a country bumpkin, he should know the basics.
Certain statuses in this world must not be touched.
Roselyn smiled sweetly and opened her mouth.
"My memory is a bit hazy, but did Baron Gilbert's family perhaps run a livestock business?"
"Hmm? I am not Gilbert; I am Jill Robert, Young Lady."
"Ah, right. I forgot."
"It’s alright. Haha, anyway, it seems the rumors are taking a long time to spread because you stay so modestly within the mansion, Young Lady."
"..."
"Our main businesses are textiles and minerals."
Roselyn’s smile grew a little wider as she saw him stealthily approaching while constantly wiping away the sweat dripping down his face.
"Ah. Was that so? I'm sorry. I'm only human, so my memory has its limits."
She smiled casually and picked up a wine bottle on a nearby table.
"That can happen~."
He smiled generously.
Without ever dreaming that it simply meant there was no brain capacity to bestow upon you, you bastard.
"Being naive means you can support your husband well later on. I also prefer a modest woman over a brazen one."
Gilbert's hand crept closer to Roselyn.
"I thought the Gilbert family ran a livestock business or something, since I kept seeing pigs."
"Uh... not Gilbert, but Robert..."
"Ah. I keep forgetting."
"Anyway, does Lady Roselyn have a fiancé or a lover? As far as I know, you haven't received a single marriage proposal yet. If you don't, then..."
Gilbert subtly reached out his hand to Roselyn.
'I can't believe there are still guys who don't know I'm engaged... I wonder why they even show up in high society.'
Roselyn sighed inwardly, and those nearby clicked their tongues inwardly.
It was because he thought the stuttering Princess, who only knew how to glare with her mouth tightly shut no matter what was done, would keep her mouth shut this time, as always.
It was the moment Gilbert's hand touched Roselyn's waist.
Clink~!
“Ahh!!”
With a sharp popping sound, Gilbert's body swayed violently.
Roselyn frowned as she looked sadly at the wine that had been slightly grazed and broken.
"A walking pig knows its place and is eyeing a human."
"Me, me, blood... Dad, Dad!! Me, blood!!"
Gilbert, with wine mixed with blood dripping from his head, began to scream and thrash about.
Roselyn snorted and looked down at Gilbert.
The banquet hall fell silent, and soon all eyes began to turn toward us.
"You, you, you...! You ill-mannered girl!! How dare you talk to a man! You must be out of your mind!"
Roselyn snorted as she looked down at the man slumped on the floor, pale as a shadow.
"Do you know who the crazy one is right now...?"
Roselyn spoke in disbelief and pressed her shoe heel between Gilbert's legs.
"Even if you are a clueless, immature country mouse, you should at least know the difference between the upper and lower classes."
"Ack! Aaaah!! Ack!! Daddy, ahhh!!"
Roselyn saw Baron Robert looking at this place from a distance with a stunned expression.
"Look, Gilbert, you're the one who needs to behave modestly, not me."
"Daddy!!!"
"Right, why is your great-dad standing there like a statue, not saving you despite my immodest and rude behavior? Huh?"
He closed his eyes.
Raising them too pamperedly is also a problem. They think they are the highest.
I'm telling you, they don't know there's a hierarchy.
"Frog, outside the well, there is also a woman on your head..
"Ugh...! I told you not to do it!!"
After struggling for quite a while, Gilbert used his massive frame to push Roselyn aside and sprang to his feet.
Roselyn's body swayed violently. At the same time, a large hand struck fiercely down on Roselyn, who had lost her balance.
Sigh-!
Roselyn's eyes widened at the sound.
"... Roselyn."
Her waist was held tightly.
Cherty, who had sensed the commotion and rushed from the center of the banquet hall to a secluded corner in an instant, was holding her tightly as she staggered.
And in front of Roselyn...
"Your Highness, the Third Prince......?"
There was the Third Prince, Arma Dianitas, whose head had turned away.
With his head turned and his hair disheveled, casting shadows around his eyes, his expression was not clearly visible.
Roselyn, who never imagined that someone would block her path, froze in rare panic.
"P-P-Prince, Your Highness?!"
Gilbert...
No, Jill Robert turned deathly pale and trembled.
He slowly shifted his gaze.
For a moment, the cold gaze that had landed on Jill Robert suddenly rounded up and turned toward Roselyn.
"...Young Lady, are you alright?"
Roselyn, who had been speechless at the sight of his flushed cheeks, nodded a beat late.
“Oh, yes. Thanks..."
"How dare a worthless bastard, worse than a worm, lay a hand on my precious granddaughter without knowing his place?"
Thud.
Devon Bellion, dressed in a flashy red suit and adorned with several ornaments again today, laughed fiercely and spoke.
The cane he was holding slammed roughly down on the floor.
"How dare you..."
It was the moment Devon was about to open his mouth again.
There was someone who reached out faster than him.
"How dare a scumbag like you lay a hand on my daughter...?"
It was Cherty Bellion.
Cherty's face, as he held her tightly from behind, was contorted beyond measure.
A purple breath flowed from the small exhale, and from the red eyes resembling hers, unparalleled murderous intent and contempt surged.
Quack.
Before anyone realized it, Cherty Bellion had her grip on Jill Robert's neck.
"Whoa...! "
Roselyn’s mouth dropped open slightly at the sight of him effortlessly grabbing and lifting Jill Robert’s large frame with one hand.
This was because her father looked extremely slender on the outside, and no matter how you looked at him, he didn't seem like he would use any physical strength.
People were gathered around Roselyn.
Since they were in a secluded corner, their presence was likely drowned out by the noise of the banquet hall at first, but as the commotion grew to this extent, it seemed they eventually caught on and swarmed in.
“How... dare you...!"
The excited Cherty Bellion's eyes turned even more crimson.
With his pupils dilated, the people around screamed and recoiled at the poisonous mist flowing from around the body.
"Th-that woman... cough... she tried to seduce me first... sob... Ah, Daddy!!"
Cherty Bellion hid Roselyn behind him and gave a fierce look with a wavering gaze.
Jill Robert screamed as if begging to be saved, but Baron Robert could not move.
This was because it was Baron Robert, of a similar age, who knew Devon Bellion's vicious stronghold best.
He knew very well how arrogant young Devon Bellion was and how cruel his methods were.
Now that he is old, he acts like a toothless tiger, but he also realized that, in reality, he is not.
Furthermore, even with the Young Duke possessing the Poison Abyss, which carries the risk of running amok, they could not easily step forward.
"How dare a pig-like bastard run his mouth so carelessly...?"
Cherty Bellion's hand turned purple.
The poison that had spread on the hand soon began to seep into the skin of the captured Jill Robert.
"She is my daughter! My daughter!"
He let out a sound like a scream.
The way it looked was just like an animal crying out after losing its young.
"Who do you think you are? How dare you...!"
'Ah. My mind is blown.'
Roselyn, now twenty-seven and living the life of a seventeen-year-old again, discovered several surprising aspects of her father.
One of them was the fact that Cherty Bellion's mental strength was weaker than expected.
It was clear that he was becoming even weaker, at least when it came to matters involving her.
"Kill you."
It was just as Cherty Bellion’s hand tightened after he had briefly murmured that Roselyn unhesitatingly reached out and grabbed the hem of Cherty Bellion’s clothes.
Then, Cherty Bellion looked at Roselyn with a startled expression.
"...Roselyn?"
"Yes. I'm fine, so please stop."
Roselyn showed her fingertips, which had turned purple from being by his side, and said.
'If I make the problem bigger, the Emperor might find fault with it.'
Cherty Bellion turned deathly white at the sight of Roselyn's fingertips.
“...Oh. No.”
He shook his head.
"Do not come near me. I..."
"Don't worry, Father. I made sure to bring the antidote properly just in case something like this happened."
Roselyn took a small potion bottle out of the inside pocket of her sleeve and spoke calmly.
"...Uh?"
"Since I'm quite popular in many ways, I brought this in advance just in case a situation like this might occur."
Cherty opened his mouth as he watched his daughter nonchalantly mutter that she had already expected this.
"...So you don't have to block me from now on."
Roselyn shifted her gaze to the Third Prince, Arma, and spoke.
In fact, although she usually speaks calmly and indifferently, Roselyn was engulfed in a slightly strange feeling.
That became especially clear when Arma blocked her path.
Because even then...
Arma had blocked Roselyn's path like this.
To save Roselyn.
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