Chaapter 07:
Side Story: Emily of Our Flowers
I am Emily, a mid-level servant who has been called Emily fifty-two times by Her Highness, the Princess.
This year marks my third year at the Princess Palace, and I am now quite accustomed to the work.
Her Highness is healthy today as well. Although her life’s focus has changed recently, it was not something particularly extraordinary.
Her Highness had been very concerned about dignity and propriety, thanks to her aunt, the honorable Kazelnou Lorowi.
“Your Highness, the weather is lovely today. How about going out for some flower viewing?”
“That will not do. If the flow of the lesson is interrupted, it will not be good for her.”
“Your Highness, if we ask His Majesty, he might give us the Trimumti toy he has been playing with.”
Despite the fact that Her Highness’s desire to play and the things she wanted were clearly evident, all the Emilies, including myself, kept our mouths shut and followed her orders.
That is the duty of a maid. We do not perform tasks that have not been commanded by our master. In other words, we achieve whatever our master commands.
When Her Highness ran toward the elephant slide, we, along with the other Emilies, secretly cheered, thinking, “Finally, the moment has come!”
Indeed, Her Highness is still a child. Children should play. Regardless of how she grows up, I am sure she will be 115,000 times better than the current Empress. So, please, enjoy yourself.
Her Highness, who had been holding back everything, burst out all at once and even had a fight with Trimumti, grabbing him by the collar.
Although I wanted to help Her Highness by holding Trimumti tightly so she could hit him freely, we could only stay still as she did not command us to act.
The heir to the throne must have her own thoughts. Surely, she wanted to win the fight on her own.
Understanding this, we only cheered silently, shadowboxing in our minds.
Hit there, Your Highness. Strike the vital points.
That’s right! Good, a double nosebleed!
“If you get a double nosebleed, it’s almost like winning!”
Her Highness won the fight and, under the Emperor’s orders, moved to the prison, but she remained composed.
Her calm acceptance of her impulses as a child while also accepting the outcome was something unimaginable for an ordinary five-year-old.
Indeed, as the heir, her mindset was different from anyone else, bearing the 500-year history of Kisos Malos.
So, we Emilies decided to dedicate ourselves even more to serving Her Highness, the Princess.
Of course, we have been devoted and dedicated all along, but as Her Highness actively engaged in everything, we worked actively as proud Emilies of the Princess Palace.
First, we decided to flaunt our sense of belonging among the palace servants and maidservants.
We are the ones serving the future ruler of the Empire, Her Highness Vishnahel. Our guaranteed future is different from those serving the current Empress.
Of course, if the term “current sun” were spoken out loud, it would be grounds for execution, but as I never spoke it, there was no problem.
When someone boasts, those around them also believe they are exceptional.
When the people of the Princess Palace boast collectively, people are bound to be misled into thinking that the trend has changed.
By creating this flow, it becomes easier to receive expensive items from the royal treasury.
The best items and food in the palace must be used for Her Highness.
Using them for the Emperor’s lover, who stays in the palace for only a couple of years, is akin to putting a pearl necklace on a pig’s neck.
As a result, conflicts with the palace staff of the Empress’s palace frequently occurred. Although it hadn’t escalated to physical fights yet, it was only a matter of time. It was a matter of when the fight would occur.
All the palace staff working in the royal palace secretly agreed on this.
If there is a fight, it will be under the summer palace arch at 9 PM.
A war will eventually break out with those fellows. We prepared thoroughly for it while usually following Her Highness’s orders and training in our spare time.
In the morning, we all performed 100 thank-you exercises while thinking of Her Highness.
After completing that routine, I was preparing to do laundry when I suddenly bent down. It was to suppress my laughter.
From somewhere, there was a sound of “peeeeee-.” A sound whose origin I couldn’t identify, whether it was a flute or something else, made me turn my head, and I burst into laughter.
Her Highness Vishnahel Lorowi Kisos Malos, the heir to the 500-year royal line, appeared in a strange outfit with a crown on her head and a glittering cape on her back, riding a tricycle.
That wasn’t all. She was also wearing a nose-and-glasses disguise and had a peculiar flute that stretched into three branches when blown.
“Are you laughing?”
“Cough! Cough!”
“Is it funny?”
“Oh, no, not at all, cough!”
“You think this is funny, you clown!”
“I have committed a grave sin!”
This is my fault. I should have avoided laughing by pinching my thigh until I bled. Laughing was a major sin.
I knelt on the ground, waiting for punishment. Then, Her Highness got off the tricycle and spoke in a noble manner.
“Next time, I will punish you!”
“I am deeply sorry!”
Recently, the term “punishment” has been used frequently.
I hope she doesn’t remember that incident.
Thinking about it made my laughter stop.
I extended my hand to Her Highness calmly.
Each time Her Highness gave me a blow, I pretended to be in pain, and seeing that I was sufficiently suffering, Her Highness told me not to do that again and sat back on the tricycle.
The late first Emily was the leader of our maidservants and the loyal confidante of the Empress.
Since she was often with the Empress, it was inevitable that she caught the Emperor’s eye.
The Emperor ordered Emily to go to bed, but Emily refused and was severely punished. The wounds worsened, and she eventually passed away, which had a significant impact on Her Highness.
Her Highness cried out, losing the person she relied on most. Naturally, as she had spent the most time with her except for the Empress.
Her Highness, who cried so intensely that she even had a convulsion, was bedridden for two days, and since then, she forgot about Emily. Instead, all the maidservants in the Princess Palace came to be called Emily.
“Hey, you damn fool! Keep your eyes in place!”
“I have committed a grave sin, Your Highness!”
“Damn it, damn it, ah, get out of here.”
Hmm… It’s fortunate that Her Highness is in good health.
Perhaps it’s due to Kazelnou’s education. Her language seems… quite… rough…
Since Kazelnou kept calling Her Highness “dumbass” and “dumbass,” most of the terms used by Her Highness to refer to the Emperor are now “dumbass.”
Moreover, since Kazelnou had a long period on the battlefield and the Lorowi family’s atmosphere was like that, she frequently used harsh language. It was inevitable that it would influence Her Highness.
Well, it’s much better than living in fear because of the Emperor’s lover.
As she grows up and makes friends of her own age, she will naturally become more refined. I hope Kazelnou brings cultured and polite candidates for friends.
As I started the laundry, I practiced my hand strikes.
We Emilies of Our Flowers.
We do whatever Her Highness commands. If it is not commanded, we do not move no matter what.
Our will is Her Highness’s will, and Her Highness’s will is our will.
But we will not lose in the fight against the Empress’s palace.
I shouted with a fighting spirit and struck the laundry with my hand.
