I'll Become the Tyrant's Tutor Chapter 13

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Inside the teahouse was moderately quiet, but it was elegant. This was like a secret meeting place for the young nobles.

The inside is wide as a gallery and the interior design is beautiful as an art museum.

The people who sat in front of the painting were talking about some rumours.

Prim sat in front of the painting and glanced at the young nobles who enjoyed their refreshments.

There were many groups. But among them, there was a group that caught her eyes.

An expensive dress and elegant way of speaking.

It must have been aristocratic spirits who secretly enjoyed hearing such stories.

“….. I think that is why he was so great in bed.”

“Oh my, really?”

“I told you, he is like a beast that was hungry.”

A small whisper caught Prim's ears.

They met in secret and talked about this?

‘It is really worth meeting in secret.'

Nodding her head, Prim leaned toward where she could hear their conversation as she sat near them.

I heard that my lord's strength is so strong, he broke the bed, he wouldn't let me get up, he let me sleep all day, and so on.

Their way of speaking was so graceful, even though it was a shameful talk among ladies.

It was around the time she was enjoying the conversation while sipping coffee.

‘Oh God!'

Prim suddenly came to her senses. she didn't come here to hear this!

Prim resented her instinctive ears and rose from her seat again. She scanned the gallery with hawk eyes.

And found it !

Dark hair, red ruby eyes.

‘…My dear'

But she wasn't the only one.

‘They are 2 candidates who have the same traits as the Beauty.'

Prim held a cup of coffee and moved near where the beauty candidates were sitting.

Then she listened attentively and engraved their conversation on her head. The more information you have, the easier it will be.

Beauty Candidate 1 spoke in an elegant voice.

“……So I've been learning other painting techniques lately.”

“Oh my, Lady Sylvia is also excellent at tea rooms. I find it hard with just one technique.”

“I'm barely able to draw sketches. Looking at that, Lady Silvia is amazing.”

“So the Emperor loved the painting that Count Lertrand painted? I'm jealous. I can't believe your family is good at art.”

This is it. Prim looked at them from her side.

She is Sylvia Lertrand.

Prim has information on Beauty Candidate 1 on her head.

Beauty Candidate 1, or Sylvia, at first glance at the center of people, looked like a fine-grained spirit.

Bright black hair and sparkling red eyes. Even she has a light smile.

It was as beautiful as ever, but there was something unknowable about it.

Prim closed her eyes without even realizing it because she believed in her own sixth sense.

“Oh, did you hear about the news?”

Sylvia changed the subject. It was an attitude to show that she had a motive from this meeting.

“Soon, it will be the 7th Queen's birthday.”

The tension passed through the eyes of the other group. Silvia said as if she was in a bind.

“For my credit, she wants to see my paintings. I was formally invited to the party. I don't have anyone to go to that place with me.”

Sylvia smiled shyly and covered her mouth.

‘You're saying things like you are a meanie'

But contrary to Prim's idea, other eternity spoke with a look of great brightness, as her words were ending.

“Oh my, I was invited by the Queen too.”

“Me too.”

“Then, we can go there together.”

Silvia smiled softly, and a moment of sadness passed. Prim's eyes narrowed.

“But Lady Elena.”

Sylvia's gaze went towards a lady who was smiling awkwardly. Everyone's gazes reached Lady Elena.

She was a beauty candidate with a black hair and red eyes too.

Elena blinked as if she was embarrassed, and soon wriggled her fingers as if she had done something wrong.

“Why doesn't Lady Elena say anything? Didn't you get an invitation from the Queen?”

“That's….”

“I thought I could come with you, but you're the only one who doesn't speak.” (Sylvia)

“I was worried.” (Sylvia)

Sylvia smiled.

Then Prim turned to Elena. Focusing on Sylvia, Elina seems like she didn't even care.

No, to be honest, she didn't even know if she was going at the gallery for the first time. It was because Sylvia's splendid appearance was much more noticeable.

By comparison, Elena was like air, transparent as if she was not next to you.

Their tactful manner and grinning face reduced her self confidence.

‘Maybe it is because of her family's title.'

Prim opened his eyes thinly again. That was clearly unfair.

The other young ladies, who knew Sylvia's hints, helped her one by one.

“Oh, my. Did you not get an invitation?”

“What do you mean, Lady Helen. There is no way that she was not invited. It was such a rare situation.”

Elena was hurt by their excessive injustice. Prim frowned.

“Don't be too disappointed, Lady Elena.”

Silvia talks to comfort her.

“You might have forgotten. We can also come late, so let's wait together.”

“……..”

“Well, if you don't mind, why don't you study painting with me? I'm the new one. I'm learning the technique that is popular these days from my teacher. Wouldn't you be interested if you painted as I told you?”

Sylvia was looking down on Elena, making up a generous voice.

“Come on. Look at this. This is the picture I finished a few days ago.”

Sylvia said so and touched the canvas next to her. The other young nobles began to exchange glances.

‘No, what about that?'

Prim look at their glances. After watching countless dramas and novels, the realization snapped.

Prim wore a hood and mask in advance.

Then she quickly approached them and dropped the cup of coffee she was holding as if it was a mistake.

[ CLASH! ]

The sound of something broken got their attention and glanced at her.

“AH!”

“Oh lord.”

Prim, who made up a strange voice by squeezing her neck, leaned toward Sylvia.

Prim dropped the cup in a distance so that no one was hurt, but there was an ugly stain on the end of Sylvia's dress.

“Hey, what is this!”

Sylvia looked at her dress with a puzzled look.

“I am very sorry about this.”

Prim, who made up her way of speaking like Mrs. Bub, grabbed Sylvia's skirt.

“I am sorry because my hands aren't comfortable.”

“… It's alright.”

But contrary, Sylvia's face was nervously distorted.

“I'd like to apologise.”

Prim said in a slow voice. Sylvia glanced at her with an unpleasant look.

But the Prim shuddered in awe.

“Black hair, red eyes.”

Prim deliberately murmured so that they could hear it as she pointed at Sylvia.

“Your father must have been too worried.”

“Pardon?”

“You've been under pressure lately over your marriage, haven't you?”

“……..!”

Sylvia's eyes widened.

The marriage in the noble society was an alliance between a family. Arranged marriage was natural.

In addition, there were faint marks on her left finger. Maybe there is an engagement ring.

At the meeting of the young noble, the fact that they had to take off the ring meant that they didn't want to let the public know.

‘How can she be so naive'

(note: cunning prim)

Prim erased the smirk on her mouth. When committing an act like this, facial expression must be controlled.

“The moment you and I touched each other, I saw the image of Lady's father. In that moment, I could read your soul.”

“No way…”

Sylvia shook her head in disbelief.

“Isn't that black-haired, red-eyed,  your father?”

“…… That's right.”

“Your name is Sylvia Lertrand, right?”

“Well, how did you know that?”

You have black hair and red eyes, and she overheard your conversation just now. Prim decided to drive her to the corner.

“Oh, I see a troublesome mind.”

Prim touched her head as if she was having a headache.

“You have a stubborn personality and a thought that you must have what you want.”

Sylvia's eyes grew bigger at the Prim's speech.

“I can't believe you noticed it.”

“You must see everything in Lady Sylvia.”

The young ladies beside Sylvia uttered in complete admiration.

Prim continued with her mind reading skills.

“Oh, indeed. Your soul sent me a distress signal to save you.”

“No, it can't be.” (Sylvia)

“If not, how could I have known your name, personality, and conflict?”

Sylvia gently swept down her arm. Prim didn't miss the chance and dug in.

“You don't seem to like your father's decision of your fiancee candidate.”

“Yes, for the first, I was looking forward to it. But he was too short.”+

Sylvia began to vent her frustration as if she had no idea what she was talking about.

She got a clue. Prim didn't want to leave this chance.

“You don't look good. I can see that he is not your ideal type”

“Yes, yes! How did you know?”

Sylvia nodded and hit the trap. The ladies who were next to her, looked at Prim as if she was spectacular.

‘This is the time.'

Prim said with a smile of remorse.

“I got a way to get rid of it.”

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Chapter end