episode_0113
by fnovelpia
Dalgrak – The sound of silverware clinking was particularly loud.
The servants at Dahlia Mansion were tense because of the unexpected guest.
Of course, my return was a bigger deal to them than the king, but for now, I had to pretend to be an honest citizen of the Kingdom of Primira.
“You all resemble the Count and are quiet.”
The clueless king speaks.
He smiled and looked around at the people in the restaurant.
Led by Julia, the mansion’s butlers and food servants stood with their backs to the wall, ready to serve at any time.
“Thank you for treating me to such a great meal despite my sudden visit.”
“……”
The count lowered his gaze with a dignified expression.
Charles II sat at the head of a long table, with the Count and Blair on his right and left respectively.
“Lady Beatrice, no, let’s call her that. We’re seniors and juniors at the Academy, after all.”
I was annoyed, but I smiled shyly, holding the fork quietly.
“Beatrice, you take after the Count in that you are not very talkative…”
Charles II’s gaze lingered on me and then turned to Blair next to him.
“I thought she looked like Lord Blair, but now I see that she doesn’t look that much alike. They are both very beautiful, though.”
For a moment, the atmosphere in the restaurant froze.
I sensed Blair’s subtle tremors and murderous intent.
“Still, your Majesty, you have talent for swordsmanship, just like me.”
She managed to smile and answer.
“That’s right. Thanks to that, you’re a second class in the Imperial Academy. It’s something to celebrate.”
“…I am not satisfied with being a second class. I appreciate that you are proud of me, but I do not want to leave room for growth to be stopped by expectations.”
The count seemed to be asking with his eyes whether he could continue killing, so he quickly followed the king’s lead.
“Excellent. Beatrice, it won’t be easy to hide my expectations of you. But I will try my best to do as you wish.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty Charles.”
“Your Majesty sounds too formal.”
He said this while putting into his mouth the special caviar that the mansion’s servants had worked hard to obtain to welcome my visit.
I wonder if that guy knows?
The fact that the breakfast at the count’s house was so extravagant and full of rare foods was not because of him, the king of Primira, but because of me, the last royal family member and true successor to the empire.
…I’m sure you don’t know.
So, here I am, peacefully eating the caviar you prepared for me.
“…Senior Charles.”
But I try to smile and please him.
“It’s nice to be treated comfortably. It reminds me of the Academy.”
But his tone was still authoritative.
I don’t care about such contradictions, I just hope that guy disappears quickly.
It is not easy to eat a meal while looking at an uncomfortable face in an uncomfortable silk dress from the morning.
My mind was already complicated, so I just wanted to rest.
But Charles made an outrageous suggestion. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and gave her a scowl.
“Come to think of it, I showed you the garden when you came to the palace.”
“That’s right.”
“Would you please guide me this time? I want to take a look around Dahlia Estate.”
“……”
Silence fell again in the restaurant.
The count’s patience was reaching its limit.
“It’s an honor, senpai. But the Dahlia Estate at noon is hot under the sun. Are you okay?”
“Of course.”
Charles answered like that and took out his sunglasses from his bosom.
Those were the sunglasses that were boasted even in the palace.
“You look exactly the same as before.”
The splendid mansion and the furniture inside it, the clothes worn by the people inside the restaurant, including me, were incongruous objects.
I made some empty remarks while looking at Charles, who was wearing sunglasses that didn’t suit him at all.
“You are just as beautiful as you were then. No, even more beautiful than then.”
Covered eyes scanned me.
I finished my meal, pretending to be shy.
*
Square square-
I can feel the sensation of my feet pressing on the grass.
I see my reflection in the artificial fountain.
I am wearing a cream silk dress, holding a parasol to block the sun.
The cream-colored stockings that matched the dress showed off the curves of her long legs even more beautifully.
The nape of her neck is exposed thanks to the hair tied up by the maids.
“……”
I can feel Charles’ gaze looking at the pure white line of the neck.
It’s just so amazing. Women’s senses are amazing, and they can tell exactly where men are looking at my body. Or am I special?
If I’m not special, but women are usually good at noticing men’s gazes…
I can’t even guess how many stares I got before I got iced.
It’s creepy to think that she knew that Younghee was staring intently at what she was wearing at every class, but pretended not to know.
“If you look at me with such a sharp gaze, I’ll be embarrassed…”
“!”
His gaze was running down my embroidered waist and hips along the nape of my neck. His final destination must have been my legs.
“No senior at the Academy has ever seen me like this, so I guess that’s how you treat me as an Academy senior? Your Majesty.”
The fact that I had caught his eye, and that he had noticed it, gave me a slight sense of superiority.
What should I say, do you want to show off?
“Well, don’t compare me to the average seniors you know. I’m more special than them.”
“…I see.”
I turned my body around and looked at the king.
I thought he would be embarrassed if I caught him staring, but he had a confident expression on his face.
“I’m sorry if I made you feel ashamed, but isn’t it natural that your eyes would be drawn to the most beautiful of the many flowers?”
He took off his sunglasses and looked me in the eye.
“This is a case where you find a dahlia that you can’t take your eyes off among the dahlia flowers scattered throughout the garden.”
It was an blatant compliment.
He speaks naturally, as if flowing water, words that could easily be taken lightly.
“Why did you come to me?”
“Haha, you’re going to jump right into the main topic after making such a bold provocation?”
I thought that my looks would not be of any use to the author named Charles, so I asked him bluntly.
He valued my beauty, but he was not the kind of person to be intoxicated by beauty and react foolishly.
I remembered what the maids who helped me get dressed had said. I could seduce any man in this day and age, but I couldn’t even show this side of myself to the only person I wanted to seduce…
“I know that the position of king is not one where you can suddenly rush to your subject’s territory.”
Suddenly, I sighed, feeling sorry that the only one who could see this sight was the king in front of me.
“The Imperial Academy isn’t close enough to where you can suddenly return home during the semester.”
“……”
His answer had a political edge.
“I asked first.”
I only have the pride of a noble lady.
No, I just hope it looks that way.
A noble young lady who is still young and doesn’t know much.
A woman who advances into the world through social circles and the academy.
A woman who will make countless men cry with her noble attitude like an unbreakable flower.
“And that’s not the answer I wanted, right, sir?”
The path that must be taken to be loved by Karl.
I am a daughter of the Dahlia family.
Beatrice de Dahlia.
The feel of a dress against your skin and the pressure of a corset that wraps around your waist and emphasizes your elegant figure are now familiar.
Waiting for you to wrap your arms around my waist and wipe away the lumps in my heart.
I will always live beautifully and pretty.
Carl, I’m ready.
Now I’m going to come find you, not this punk in front of me.
*
“Curiosity.”
Beatrice, daughter of Le Dahlia of Brittany.
Beatrice de Dahlia did not resemble her father, the Countess of Brittany, Dahlia.
But he doesn’t resemble his wife, Blair, either.
It is clear that she resembles both men and is a great knight, and that she is a great beauty. However, Charles II did not miss the strange sense of strangeness and unnaturalness that she exuded.
When I saw it once, I thought it was just different, but now that I look at it again, it’s completely different.
Black hair and blue eyes. There is a captivating beauty that radiates from every curve of her body. Her eyes are also different. Unlike the sharp eyes of her husband, Beatrice’s blue eyes are those of an innocent woman, hiding many secrets.
“Curiosity?”
“My curiosity. Pure curiosity has made me interested in you too much.”
“…Are you saying you have feelings for me?”
Beatrice asked with a strangely mocking smile.
“That may be true. But let’s just say that I still see you as an object of curiosity rather than an object of courtship.”
“That’s fortunate. It wouldn’t have been easy for me to kick the king out either.”
“Do you know that you are already messing around while saying it is uncomfortable?”
“Oh my, I’m sorry.”
Charles snickered at the aristocratic young lady’s bold and even demanding attitude.
Has there ever been a noble lady like this among the ladies he has ever met?
“So… what were you so curious about, what was it that made you come to me?”
iced coffee.
Charles changed his mind.
This woman is not brash. She is confident. She has the attitude as if she has lived her whole life as a person of power and at the top of the hierarchy.
The innate character is different.
It is not a noble demeanor born from a mere knight couple.
Charles, who was of royal blood and had access to the wider world through the Academy, could tell that this woman had a different air.
“Beatrice, you…”
Charles held out his hand.
“Why is it so different?”
Beatrice glares at Charles, who speaks softly.
“Your father, Bretagne, your mother, Blair… You don’t resemble anyone.”
Beatrice’s once lively and proud expression cracked. Through that crack, Beatrice managed to speak.
“What, what are you talking about…”
Charles reached out and approached her. Beatrice was startled and took a small step back. However, there was an artificial fountain right behind her, so there was nowhere else to run.
widely-
The heels of Beatrice’s high heels touched the marble of the fountain.
“Imperial Year 198. I was studying abroad and was not in this kingdom. However, there was a ball in full swing at our Primira Palace. It was outrageous to have a festival while leaving luggage behind, but at the time, I was still the crown prince, so there was nothing I could do.”
Suddenly, I recall something that happened almost 10 years ago.
Beatrice asked, looking at the approaching Charles with a nervous face.
“Why are you suddenly talking about the old days…?”
“Oh, right. It was a long time ago. When I was studying hard in the Empire. Beatrice, you were probably 10? 11? That’s about it.”
“That’s right… Hah—!”
Beatrice shrank back into a state of uneasy foreboding.
At that moment, Charles’ hand touched Beatrice’s neatly tied hair.
Beatrice looked at Charles with her already large eyes wide open.
“But that shouldn’t have happened. Beatrice, you shouldn’t have been that age.”
“This… Don’t do this, Your Majesty…”
Beatrice trembled and let out a terrified voice at the feeling of Charles’s hands clutching her pitch-black hair.
The proud and arrogant look she had shown just before was nowhere to be seen.
“Looking at your reaction, I think you know what I’m going to say?”
As Charles said, Beatrice was not taken aback by the sudden touch of a man or the atmosphere in which she felt dragged. What was frightening her now was not the unfamiliar situation she was facing as a woman.
“Again, in the year 198 of the Imperial Calendar, a report was written at the royal ball. Well, you can think of it as a royal record to monitor the movements of the nobles.”
“……”
“When I inherited the throne, I needed to understand everything about the kingdom. It was where I had to rule. Among them, I needed a lot of information on the nobles so that I could handle them with more care. Not to mention the value of information on Dahlia, the best knight in Primira, the twin swordsman of our kingdom.”
Gulp-
I could hear saliva going down my throat.
Beatrice looked incredibly embarrassed. Charles watched her and his suspicions grew more and more certain.
“Imperial Year 198. Count Dahlia and his wife Blair have been worried for a long time about not being able to have a child.”
“!?”
Charles softly recited the document from his memory, word for word, in its entirety.
“Isn’t it amazing? A couple who were worried about not having a child have a grown daughter after 10 years! And she has hair that is completely different from theirs!”
Beatrice finally lost her strength in her legs and collapsed in front of the fountain. Her hair was held in Charles’s hands, so it fell loose and flowed down.
Her black hair, in stark contrast to the golden and brown hair of the count and countess, falls down the nape of her snow-white neck.
“Oh, Beatrice. I must have startled you too much. Or, you’re really 10 years old and you look so grown up, right? If so, I apologize.”
“…I, I…..”
Even the smooth thighs that were revealed as she sat down trembled sweetly.
Charles noticed the life draining from Beatrice’s eyes.
“That’s impossible, so there’s only one case left.”
Beatrice was in despair.
She wanted to live a new life as Beatrice de Dahlia, with a complete mask, but she realized that she was going wrong from the start.
“Adoption.”
“……”
“You are not the Count and his wife’s biological daughter.”
Beatrice, who was listening to Charles’ conclusion in a daze, couldn’t even answer because her secret had been revealed.
“Did that answer your question, junior?”
That too, the king.
The ruler, who is too untouchable and has too many eyes and ears following him, uncovers Beatrice’s secret.
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