Chapter 35
Shabelle didnât even know I had come and was accepting all the requests that were pouring in.
Shabelle was so willingly to say yes that she suddenly had an expression on her face that said, âoh, this wasnât right,â to all of those who asked.
They flocked to Shabelle for a reason, and they didnât even ask for my permission.
Because my personality is hard to handle.
To discriminate against those who were not my people, I chose and carried the ones I called my followers.
Because I was such a terrible person.
I really liked it to acknowledge people between those on my side and those on the other side.
When Stein noticed me approaching, he glanced pitifully at Shabelle.
His expression looked like he firmly believed that I would help the child.
Shabelle is also incredible.
I couldnât believe the people had made a move on her, Karpelâs sasaeng fanâs aide.
I clapped my hands because everyone kept asking Shabelle things as if they didnât want to lose out on the opportunity, even though they realized it was odd.
It was only then that those people became conscious of my presence.
âWill you please stop bothering Shabelle? You donât want to know what Iâm going to do if someone tries to take advantage of a weak-willed Shabelle who canât say no, do you?â
I drew in my eyes and merely raised one corner of my mouth.
My eyes are delicate, but because I have blue eyes, they radiate a rather frigid aura when I open them this way.
It felt like a blast of chilly air was blowing inside at the same time.
âOh, I-I didnât mean to bother Lady Floatâ¦â
âItâs not about the speakerâs intention, but how the listener was feeling, right? Donât you think so too, Shabelle?
Shabelle was staring at me with a stupid expression on her face.
It was as though she was murmuring something like âdidnât you go back?â
I couldnât figure out what she was talking about, though.
âShabelle must be irritated that she is so reluctant and unable to speak like that. What should I do about this?â
Shabelle, who had been surprised and had come to her senses, immediately shook her head furiously.
âSister, no! Shabelle was not annoyed in the slightest!â
âOh, really?â
âYes, yes, yes. Everyone is kind, especially⦠especiallyâ¦â
Shabelle threw a glance around and raised her hand to point to one person.
âLord Espree stated that heâd always wished to meet you, sister!â
Espree?
When I heard a name which was somehow similar to espresso, a rather warm-looking boy with soft light brown hair in Crema hue and dark black eyes bowed his head to me in humiliation.
âWasnât he Karpelâs spy who, at the age of 15, won first place in an autumn martial arts competition and became a knight of Radiov?â
I remembered him because his name was similar to espresso.
In addition, although he was the winner of this yearâs martial arts competition, as far as I know, no one has become a knight in their teens yet.
So that means that Lord Espree had not yet been knighted.
It must have been embarrassing for him to be addressed as Lord Espree when he wasnât yet a knight.
It was something he could do if he wanted to glorify in a social circle, but not in front of me, a Dukeâs daughter.
âNice to meet you. Sir Espree.â
âIt is an honour to meet you. Princess. Lady Float crowns my face with gold.â
âBecause of your outstanding attitude and courtesy, Shabelle must have mistook you for one. Sir Espree appears to me to be the same way. Sir, Iâm sure youâll get your knighthood soon.â
âThank you for having a good impression on me.â
Shabelle was looking at me with strange gazes as if there was something that made her disasstified again.
Why are you staring at me like that now that Iâm defending you?
âShabelle, donât tell me youâd invite everyone here to the tea party, did you?â
âI invited all the people here. Canât I do that, Sister?â
Shabelle looked at me with expectation.
She didnât seem to think her request would be granted, though.
The eyes that looked straight into my eyes were not as innocent as a 12-year-old child.
âDo you believe thatâs possible, Shabelle?â
âIs that not possible?â
Shabelle gazed at me with tears and anguish in her eyes.
Everyone was cautiously looking at Shabelle.
âNo!â
When I put it straight, Shabelle wasnât disappointed, but rather relieved.
And yet she still stared straight at me.
She looks as if she wants me to be upset at her.
âStrange.â
She shouldnât have stated that she would invite others to the tea party if she knew the physiology of aristocracy.
For that, Shabelle has already been humiliated by me once.
Shabelle was acting as though I had no choice but to blame her at the time.
Now I could sense that Shabelle wants me to treat her harshly.
Nevertheless I couldnât figure out why.
I drew my arms around my chest and stared down at Shabelle.
âShabelle Float.â
âYes. Sisterâ¦â
She bowed her head and put her hands together politely.
She had a sad expression on her face, as if she was about to cry, yet a calm demeanor, as if she knew Iâd be angry.
âItâs been a long time since Iâve had a tea party. However, if you like, Iâll host a tea party for you, and you can invite the people you said youâd invite. Itâs difficult to hold one if the time is tight, so next Saturday is fine.â
Shabelleâs face turned pale blue.
Shabelle seemed oblivious to the fact that I would overlook her behavior in this situation.
She couldnât remember who she was going to invite, to the point where she couldnât even remember who she was going to invite.
Shabelleâs terrified gaze flashed all over the place.
What was worse was that Shabelle didnât know how to write her invitation properly.
âDoes Shabelleâs behavior represent the original storyâs coercion? In order for her to convert me into a wicked woman?â
Otherwise, Shabelle couldnât have acted weird as if she wanted to be hated by me.
I smiled and greeted those who gave Shabelle a glance.
âEveryone, itâs already late, so please excuse us.â
âYes, I wish you a pleasant evening. Princess.â
âEnjoy your meal, Princess.â
Among the people who offered me greetings, I reached out to Shabelle.
âCome on, Shabelle, letâs go.â
* * * * *
The restaurant we were going to was a fine dining restaurant.
It was run by a former emperorâs imperial chef.
Making a reservation was tough because he didnât take reservations from everyone.
Iâm not sure, but being a previous emperorâs chef, Iâm guessing Karpelâs influence would expand here as well.
Even after entering a fancy restaurant, Shabelle, who was about to drop dead with her mouth closed like before, ate hard when the food started to come out and glanced at me.
âHow do you feel about Sir Espree, Sister?â
What is it this time?
I put down the meat cutter and turned to face Shabelle.
âEven though heâs your fiancée, Karpel is a person with no future, Sister.â
I couldnât help but close my mouth that was about to open.
Shabelleâs expression was determined as if she were ready to die.
Looking at her expression, she looked like a person who jumped into the enemy camp alone with a time bomb all over her body.
Of course.
If I hadnât remembered my previous life, Iâd be burying Shabelle in the garden right away.
For me, Inaila Krenberia, Karpel was mine among mines.
Iâm not sure if Shabelle was truly buried in the social circles only for visiting Krenberiaâs mansion to see Karpel.
âIâm wondering if her behaviour is influenced by the original storyâs forced action. Is Shabelle going to keep acting like that till we get into a conflict?â
The first step was never easy, but to say that it is a forced action of the original story?
It felt like my eyes were getting gloomy.
Whatever the case may be, I believed it would be more effective to simply assist Karpel by force and establish him to the position of emperor.
âNo, if the original story actually forces a happy ending for both Radiov and Shabelle, itâs all for completely useless.â
Shabelle spoke again, this time with a worried expression on her face, because I didnât respond.
âSister, the former emperor has already died, soâ¦â
When a huge palm slammed into the side of my plate, Shabelle abruptly stopped speaking.
I looked to my side and saw Stein standing there.
âAh, thatâs right. Heâs also here.â
âYou must be cautious in what you say. Lady Float.â
Iâm curious what heâd do if he overheard some others talking nonsense about his master.
âStein.â
âPlease forgive me, My Lady.â
Stein stepped back and bowed to me.
Shabelle looked at Stein with a surprised expression on her face and a teary expression on her face.
She didnât even pretend to cry this time, she actually wanted to cry.
âHow could you possibly be crying right now? Since youâre the main character, youâre guaranteed to have a happy ending.â
For myself, I have no idea what will happen in two years.
I let out a sigh.
âShabelle.â
âYeahâ¦â
âThis time, your reply was totally incorrect. Keep practicing until you can properly write your invitations.â
âSister, I⦠Itâsâ¦â
I stopped in my conversation with Shabelle, who hesitated.
âStein.â
âYes, My Lady.â
âDo you recall all of the people Shabelle said sheâd invite?â
Stein didnât respond, but it was clear that he was aware of that fact.
âCan you tell me how many there are?â
âThere are a total of 12 people.â
âNot as many as I thinkâ¦â¦ No, how many men are there?â
âThere are a total of 26 people.â
Only girls had previously been invited to my tea party, so it appeared that he had left out the men.
âMake a list. Because itâs necessary if Shabelle can properly write the invitation. â
ââ¦â¦ Yes.â
It was an extremely obnoxious voice.
But he didnât say he didnât want to do it, so itâs safe to assume heâll do a good job⦠right?
I turned my attention to Shabelle.
âShabelle, please complete 26 pages without writing the invitationâs name and send them to me tomorrow. Iâm going to guide you to rewrite whatâs incorrect, so do so and send it to me. My tea party starts at 2:00 p.m. So you can write that youâre hosting a tea party next Saturday at 2 p.m. at Krenberia Mansion. Itâs customary to send it at least a week ahead of time, so you must complete all 26 copies by Friday.â
Shabel was sad, but she appeared to be heartened by the fact that the invitation she had forgotten about had been resolved.
Then she started to devour the food with enthusiasm once more.