The Precious Sister of The Villainous Grand Duke Chapter 22

The person who took care of my morning was usually Marilyn, but it was the day that Lancel took the oat porridge.

He's got a crispy bread and freshness yesterday's salad, then he served cold oat porridge and opened his mouth as if contemptuously.

“The bread was originally bought for me.”

“Where is Malilin?”

“Yeah, you're looking for Marilyn again. I've been the one who took care of the princess since she was a newborn baby.”

My memories from the moment I was born as Anissa were quite clear, therefore, I knew that Lancel had never taken care of me.

‘When the hell are you?'

I laughed inwardly, ignoring his words.

“That's why black-haired, no, pink-haired beasts can't be reaped. Phew.”

‘So you have never taken me!'

I put all the food in my mouth. He only brought me diluted milk, even though I was old enough to eat baby food. I was so fed up with Lancel that I spilled it and said it clearly with my mouth full of strength.

“Ma.Li.Lin!”

However, only my voice got louder. The pronunciation was still so bad that the dignity of the princess couldn't last.

‘I should practice while reading a book.'

“Somebody called her to go.”

“Who?”

“Léon Euler, a knight, but you don't know.” I opened my eyes wide and put down my spoon at what Lancel said with his nose raised.

“Gaitme.” [Guide me]

“Are you going to see Marilyn?”

“of cous!” [of course!]

Phew, this son of a bitch never understands what people say at once. Marilyn knows everything I have to say.

Lancel sighs and hugs me, who is beating my heart out of frustration.

“You're annoying.”

“Noisy.”

“Princess, your personality has gotten worse because you haven't seen it.”

Lancel took me to the forest of withered roses while grumbling. Marilyn was really with Leon, but the atmosphere was not so great.

Leon was holding Marilyn's shoulder with a heavy touch, and her aura was shaking unpleasantly as if she wasn't close with him.

“Are you going?”

“Uh. No. Wait.”

I grabbed Lancel's back of the head and pulled him forward without even realizing it. It was easy to catch him because he had very long hair like a horse's mane.

“Ouch!”

“Shh.”

Then Lancel carefully crouched down to see as if he'd just got my point.

“How long are you going to refuse me, Marie. Don't feel pressured because you're good enough for me.”

“Sir Leon, as I have said before, I have no intention of marrying anyone.”

“So you're saying that there is no man you meet?”

Although Leon was calling Marilyn with an affectionate nickname, her aura said the relationship between them is by no means romantic. I plucked my ears and focused on their conversation.

“You are also thirty soon. The more expensive you are, the higher the value, not the more attractive it is.”

I thought my jaw would fall when Leon kicked his tongue. It's a modern world view, but I can't believe you're saying such nonsense even though your average life expectancy is 80 years.

‘I think he's going to die when he turns 40.'

He would die before he was forty in the hands of Dietrich.

“Don't bother. Don't even come. I'm no longer a maid serving Leatrice.”

“Yeah, it was such a stupid choice. Come back to Leatrice's side.”

“Sir!”

“Detrich, you think that cocky bastard can be a big ball? He doesn't have a strong backing like Alfonso. No matter how hard you try it, it's just blood.”

I clenched my fist as I felt my blood was cooling at Leon's words. Even I could hear an annoyed sigh of Lancel next to me.

“Wow, the heir of LaGrange is Euler family. The rulers of the north have gone too far because they're crazy about women.”

“Be careful of what you say. “

“It's true. Otherwise, Derreck Lagrange wouldn't have left me this precious key either. It's not just a seal key.”

Leon said that and shook the key he had seen before in front of Marilyn's eyes.

“This family is on the palm of our Euler, Marie, It's time for you to take your place.”

“…”

“If you come to me when you're as beautiful as you are now, I won't have more concubines.”

‘This masher bastard! How dare you say something like that to our Marilyn!'

I couldn't just listen. I can't just listen. I was shocked by Leon's actions, he lowered his head as if trying to kiss her. No, I will wake up. But I couldn't do that because Lancel covered my mouth and grabbed it.

“Then think carefully.”

Leon raised his chin proudly towards Marilyn, who had no answer, and left.

“Why are you listening to that?”

Lancel rushes to support Marilyn, who seems to be shocked by Leon's words.

I narrowed my eyes, looked around at Lancel and Marilyn, then followed the man.

‘This is a chance.'

Confirmed by Euredia's power, his aura was noticeably excited the moment he left. After meeting Marilyn, it was clear that he was going to do something.

As I expected, the man was snooping over the castle's outer wall instead of going back to the Nature Palace castle or the Leatrice Palace.

Because dahlia was not properly managed, there were many large trees with long branches, which makes me a shadow.

So, I was able to hide my body with ease.

Leon looked around on the outer wall near the drawbridge and then inserted his arm through the hole between the stone walls.

“Yes. Did you bring the money?”

“Of course. And seal stone?”

‘Seal stone?'

I frowned at the whispering voice heard over the outer wall.

‘Surely. No matter how simple it is, I want to do that.'

Lagrange was the family with the largest number of people born with the ability to deal with the devil of the shadow across the whole of the imperial Bernoulli, or even across the continent.

However, there are only 72 known evil demons.

Leading all of the demons wasn't enough to even with the power of the Grand Duke of the North, Derreck, and Lagrange having devils without masters.

They were managed using sealed stones.

‘You're not selling that seal, are you?'

For Lagrange, the shadow devil was a source of power and a means of power. The demons are more valued than people!

However, the red jewel that came out of Leon's arms was obviously a sealing stone.

It seemed like a common ruby, but it has a black aura.

There wasn't.

“But Blue, are you sure?”

“Of course. Are you suspicious about our business? Go to the bank right now.”

Leon looked at the cheque he had been handed over to him and swallowed his saliva. The voice that was heard across the outer wall disappears and Leon, who puts the cheque in his arms, moves back.

‘Ha! You're caught.'

Forcing Marilyn and Bullying Dietrich.  For me, there was no single reason to overlook Leon's sin.

‘The question is how do you tell?'

I'll tell Derreck, He was as good as nothing. His senate from The Marquis of Euler is not quite a few. There was no way he could listen to me as a child.

“Ah!”

Dinner. The winter festival in Lagrange is just around the corner.

The Lagrange is the most famous family in the empire and is said to be the harshest and most insidious, but on the shortest and moonless winter nights of the year, they held a banquet to forget the cold.

‘Because candidates will be invited unconditionally.'

Just ask him to think of me as Dietrich's partner.  I'm sure Derreck and Leon will be at dinner.

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“Anissa wantu patipase.” [Anissa want to participate.]

I said it while holding Dietrich's pants combined with a nice gray tailcoat.

Then Dietrich sighs a little and puts her hand between my arms to lift me.

“Why?”

If you catch my mind that saying that I will try to accuse Leon, you will never allow me to follow you. I shook my fingers and mumbled.

“Iwan tuit pudding winter.” [I want to eat pudding winter]

“I'll bring it.”

“That's a lie.”

He promised to bring dessert every time he went to The Nature Palace, but Dietrich never brought a single candy.

As I shed my eyes, he shook his head as if he was hesitant.

“If you go there, there is nothing good about it.”

“Why?”

“If Derreck finds you.”

“Find?”

“…there we go.”

For some reason, Dietrich shut his mouth again. I'm the least old navy blue I've ever had, dressed in tight Marilyn.

I was wearing a tight dress made by Marilyn. The darkest blue of all the clothes I owned.

“No, I'm already wearing pretty clothes.”

“Not pretty, not a bit.”

‘Whoa, that bad guy.'

Marilyn complimented me until her mouth was dry, saying that I looked like a fairy.

I looked back at Baal, pouting at Dietrich's emphatic words.

“Baa?”

“It's pretty, Princess. Pretty enough to make Succubus cry.”6

I laughed happily when Baal held out his thumb with his limp fingers. I am satisfied with the way I am reflected in the bronze mirror that adorns the wall.

Chapter end