Translator : Missme

Editor : Aru

Sir Davery has learned about my origins a little earlier than the others.

Before today, before the day we left for the kingdom.

To tell you the exact time, it was the same day that when Count Suena hit his forehead in the parlour room of the mansion.

The Counts voice must be so loud that day.

Since he cried out to make the whole parlour room ring, there is no doubt that his voice would not have been passed on to Sir Davery, who was guarding the door. Remember that hes a well-trained knight whose hearing skill can exceed the average person.

So I told Sir Davery the secret of my birth that day.

And the reaction that Sir Davery showed me at the time.

I see.

Well, that was it.

At that time, it wasnt that I didnt have a desire to curse and ask if that was the end, but there was no time to do so because the problem right in front of me was urgent.

Now I have some time to spare since the problem was solved.

Thats good to hear. I asked, recalling the moment.

How did you feel when you heard my secret? Wasnt it like you just said?

Sir Davery paused at the question that flew to him. But the answer quickly came out.

I did.

You werent surprised?

I was surprised, but it was a short time.

Wasnt it upsetting you? Or didnt you feel betrayed?

I asked the question with half a joke and half-serious.

Then, a spiteful answer came back to see if the other person asked for a joke.

No way. Im the one who overcame the fact that you left and abandoned me.

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It sounds so easy to betray.

This guy.

I shed my eyes silently. Sir Davery coughed in vain.

Thats true. If you ask me if I didnt feel bad about knowing it now, Id say its no problem because it was only natural to hide it.

After coughing, he took a little laugh out of his voice.

If I looked at my ladys origin, well as Ive said this before, the longer and closer I people with the owner they serve, the more they like her. Everyone will like that. Not because of the blood, but because of the person itself.

I still listened to Sir Davery with my arms crossed in the backrest of the bench.

The cool air that cooled my forehead brushed my face. The cool and fresh smell of the winter garden made me happy. Does this mean I feel that much better?

Its very simple.

I continued to feel awkward. Somehow, I felt like I became a child who liked to hear the answer after deciding what I wanted.

No, its not the same thing, but its probably right.

If I turn rationally, I was a little grumpy before, and Sir Davery skillfully said what I wanted to hear.

Oh, this embarrassment.

What am I going to do with this? I chose to throw a wry joke as a way to break through the awkward shaming that was pouring in.

That means Sir Davery has come to like me, too? Is this a confession?

I deliberately spat out words in a rather cheerful tone. I chose the story carefully to be funny.

But at this point, Sir Davery, who was supposed to laugh, or just laugh, or take another bite, suddenly shut up.

Silence sank under the influence of virtue.

I closed my eyelids to an unexpected silence between Sir Davery and mine.

huh?

What, what is it?

Why? Was it too much of a joke?

Wasnt this not a joke?

Looking at Sir Davery with a bewildered heart, it was as if he had been finely hardened.

Thanks to it, my embarrassment increased in size. Why, why? Did I do something wrong?

Maybe Sir Davery doesnt enjoy jokes about these subjects?

Come to think of it, there are people like that. On a particular subject, the kind of people who never condones puns or jokes, no matter what others say.

Some people are accused of being serious about nothing and making others feel embarrassed, but I think its a matter for this side to consider once they decide to talk to each other.

So is that really it? Really?

Was this a joke I shouldnt have told Sir Davery?

Then should I apologize here now? The moment my head rolled furiously, Sir Daverys mouth opened.

I didnt hear.

Huh?

I didnt hear you right. I was thinking about something else. Excuse me, but what did you say?

I blinked my eyes. Some of the apologies that had risen to the throat went down again in the throat.

you didnt hear me?

Im sorry, I was so ashamed of being sold in the middle of the conversation that I tried to answer sensibly, but I couldnt really.

What? So you were just wondering what I said?

The strength suddenly loosened up. I thought I touched something I shouldnt have touched Sir Davery.

His posture was naturally disturbed when he lost his pulse. I put my chin on my arm as if I were falling apart and said,

It wasnt a big deal. I asked him if you liked me. Did you just fall in love with my charm?

You asked a question that you already know the answer to.

Why, youre trying to get out and flounder?

Thats it. I dont know how lucky I am to learn how to swim in your charm every second.

See, I knew youd answer like that. I lowered my gaze and smiled.

It was then. The other maid got closer from afar.

Lady!

Mary?

I remembered the name of the maid with a small frame and light freckles.

Fortunately, I could think of it quickly and not show any signs of worrying or evasive.

She opened her mouth with a breath that she had run all the way here.

Well, what you said earlier.

Do you mean the secret of birth? Nodding her head and opening her mouth.

Why?

Thats..youre supposed to hide it, right?

What?

I opened my eyes wide and looked at Mary. In the meantime, she seemed to have caught her breath and quickly added to her steady voice.

That you were a princess. It looks great to us, but, uh, aristocratic societies are very closed..

Mary, who rolled her eyes for a while as if she were trying to choose an expression, continued.

So if this is known.? I dont know if you know this, but Damare, whos new in the stable, has a very light mouth. Same goes for his friends in the kitchen. If you let me, Ill beat them in a few places, so that theyll never.

Its all right.

I bit lightly inside my lips and said.

Not for any other reason. Because I felt like I was going to laugh. And it wasnt a bad laugh.

Marys face, hardened by her own determination, tickled the inside of my throat.

Its all right. You dont have to try, and thank you.

Look at that, my lady.

Sir Davery stepped in. As if he has been waiting.

I told you. Everyone likes you.

I know.

I thought you were just trying to comfort me.

I finally drew a line on my lips with a puzzled-eyed Mary in front of me. The cold wind brushed my cheek after shaking the blade of grass, but I didnt feel cold at all.

***

The next day I went to the Imperial Palace as soon as it dawned.

The reason was exactly what was expected now. To inform and accuse of the enchanted cloth purpose.

In addition to that, there are other reasons.

An aristocrat needs the Imperial approval to abandon their title. In other words, I need paperwork to file it at my family register. I must now formally dig in my parents family register. Because Ash and I need to be legally no longer family.

If they dont approve it, Ill be Lydia Widgreen, not Lydia.

Somehow I feel empty.

. Well, it will stick back differently in the future anyway.

Oh, really. Already. I couldnt stand it and slam into the chair with my mouth shut.

It was then that people entered the parlour room.

Your Majesty has accepted the Princesss request for a visit. Please follow her because she will serve and take you there.

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he didnt see it?

He didnt see it, did he? Thats why hes so unshakable.

I changed my attitude and followed the maid-in-law gently.

Soon after arriving, the emperor appeared. I jumped up and gave an example.

I see the sun of the empire.

Sit down.

A profound voice fell. I sat down and raised my head at the permission of the emperor.

The light inside of the room shone brilliantly on the emperors blonde hair.

Again today.

They look alike.

Whenever I see the emperor of this country, I have an idea that I do it habitually without realizing it.

Its a perfect match with the Crown Prince.

Where did the Empresss genes go?

The emperors blond hair and green eye caught my eye brightly, overshadowing the fact that it was a sunny interior.

There was also a sense of dazzling colour. It was exactly the same feeling I had when I first saw the Crown Prince at this distance.

Even if its not the colour of the hair or eyes, your features are similar.

I dont mean to judge their appearance, but the empress Ive seen before was very modest.

This means that all the princes selfish genes are the emperors merit. It was surprisingly amazing.

If you have a handsome father, do you usually have a handsome son?

Is there a formula in the world that a beautiful daughter resembles a mother and a handsome son resembles a father?

Then I must have a son