Chapter 20
“What are you doing, Arellin hates you!”
Pession is the best. More, more punishment!
Pession came, but the Sperom twins were unyielding.
“Wow, preach.”
“Wow!”
Pession was uncharacteristically angry, but the twins weren’t scared at all.
“Arellirin likes us, doesn’t she?”
“That’s right, we like each other.”
“Isn’t that right, Arellirin?”
She doesn’t know, she want to be left alone.
“Maybe she doesn’t like you guys?”
“That’s not possible.”
“Yeah, she can’t possibly hate us.”
What kind of confidence is that?
The twins suddenly began to incite and fabricate.
“Isn’t she lying to keep Arellin for herself?”
“Yes, Your Highness, he is, and he is very mean.”
“His intentions are evil.”
A two-on-one fight.
The outcome was set.
“W-what are you talking about?”
“Huh? Your Highness stutters.”
“You’re being stabbed, aren’t you? You’re being stabbed!”
“I’m not!”
“Allerilin. Are you only going to play with me?”
“Can’t we all play together?”
“Your Highness, are you jealous?”
“It’s not jealousy!”
She realized as the twins giggled. The target has changed.
From her to Pession.
‘Condolences, crown prince.’
She looked up to see the sweat on his uniform and his hair, as if he’d run out of training.
And Aaron, walking in behind him.
They made eye contact.
“…”
Aaron gave her a strange look. What is it, pity? If you want pity, pay me with money.
He’s handsome, by the way.
Hair as black as the night sky, eyes the colour of a clear lake. Right down to the tear under his right eye.
At first glance, his piercing eyes and cold demeanour were typical of a Northern Archduke. If you didn’t know the future, you’d think Harun was a male lord.
‘You’re going to make a lot of women cry when you grow up.’
Before she could figure out why Aaron was looking at her like she was at a pity party, the children from the collection group arrived one by one.
“Huh?”
“Mm?”
“Eh?”
She was dumbfounded by their arrival.
“Then let’s ask Arellirin!”
What, what are you talking about?
“Who does Arellirin want to play with?”
“What?”
Apparently, there had been an unspoken conversation between the crown prince and the twins.
“Arellirin gets to choose!”
“Right!”
“We’re going to have a fair fight!”
“A fair fight?”
The twins’ eyes twinkled.
“You want to play with us, right?!”
Pession asked, undeterred by the twins’ obvious frustration.
“Me, do you want to play with me?!”
Suddenly, what a fuss.
“…”
She stood still, looking back and forth between the twins and Pession.
Her choice was.
“?!”
Dumbfounded.
“I’m going to play with Confucius, Aaron.”
It was Aaron.
***
“…?”
Aaron, caught in a fit of daydream, looked at her with surprised eyes.
Sorry.
“…”
“…”
Silence descended on the room.
“Oh, I wasn’t expecting this.”
The twins were the first to speak.
Ciel’s eyes widened.
“I thought Arellirin was going to choose Your Highness!”
“Aaron?”
“Rather well.”
“Interesting, interesting!”
Oh, come on.
The intensified glare was overwhelming. She looked at the twins, confused by their excitement.
Why are you so excited, what the hell?
“Oh, no. Arellin?”
Pession, on the other hand, shrunk.
His eyes drooped like an abandoned puppy, and she almost felt sorry for him.
“…”
In the midst of the new mess, only Aaron stood, broken.
‘I’m sorry.’
Not that she felt sorry for Aaron Confucius, but it was the safest option at the moment.
Because, he…
‘He’s a confident subordinate.’
What is the flower word for subordinate?
One, two, three, four, five!
A sturdy, sturdy pillar who quietly helps and watches over his mistress from behind, like a hearty bowl of soup!
In other words, it means that he doesn’t talk uselessly, doesn’t pay attention to her, doesn’t make her tired, and doesn’t ask her to do anything.
Perfect. Perfect.
This was the persona she most desperately wanted at this moment.
“Why Aaron!”
Pession despaired.
“Your Highness lost, he’s lost to Aaron!”
“You guys lost, too.”
“We’re fine.”
“We’re still getting to know each other.”
“I’m just getting started!”
“But I thought you were close.”
“…”
Pession, stumped for an answer, looked at her. His eyes pleading for help.
“Arellin…”
Pup-like eyes looked at her.
Ewww.
Her answer was no.
She just as tired as they are.
A new silence descended once more as she ducked behind a cold harpoon.
“…”
Aaron froze in panic, unable to do anything about it.
“…!”
The crown prince in despair.
“Wow!!!”
The twins are overjoyed.
Today’s meeting was doomed from the start.
***
“Arellin, eat this!”
Why…
“Arellin, this is delicious!”
Why did you give me…
“Arellin, eat this. This tastes better!”
Why did this happen to me?
“…”
She looked at Aaron with desperate eyes.
Harun looked at her and her surroundings, then offered her the meat he was about to eat.
Not that one, bastard.
Save me from this mess!
“This tastes better!”
Pession cut in coldly, taking the meat Aaron handed him and letting go of the other.
What a pointless interruption, Crown Prince.
“…!”
Aaron snapped. His piercing eyes trembled with frustration.
To turn an ugly man into a handsome man in an instant, that’s some power.
“Wow, the crown prince is in control of Aaron.”
“I saw it, I saw it.”
“Your Highness, it’s disgusting.”
“Yes, it is.”
“Shut up!”
The twins and the crown prince start arguing again. One-sidedly, the twins seem to be savouring and enjoying the crown prince, but…
‘I’m tired.’
She clearly picked on Aaron.
She said she would play with Aaron, so shouldn’t she only play with Aaron?
Reality gave her the crown prince and the twins, who kept clinging to her, and Aaron, who kept looking at her.
“What is this?
All the other kids were freaking out and she was getting tired.
This excitement, this explosion of popularity, this Extravaganza, was too much for her
Pession, the twins, and Harun are so popular that there’s not a kid at the collection meeting who doesn’t know them, and she’s never had to deal with them before, but today she’s really getting involved.
“Ha…”
There are several powerful noble families in the Albrecht Empire. One of the most prestigious is the Halbern.
To put it simply, the power of the Halberns is such that they can rival the imperial family, and it all comes from the secrets they hold.
‘I didn’t immediately understand what the hell that meant.’
Does he prey on people’s weaknesses?
In the novel, Halbern is just a hotbed of all sorts of shit, and whenever something happens, he’s the one to blame, “Halbern is behind it,” so it’s never really fleshed out.
Furthermore, after Arellin’s death, Halbern’s position was taken, and no one knew why.
Mehen is gone, and even Archduke Halbern is gone, so…
Hmm. That’s not the point.
It’s a background character in the novel, and no one cares.
‘I should have cared!’
She regretted, but it was too late.
Anyway, unlike the powerful but unimportant Halberns, there were two families with real power and authority.
The first is the Sperom, who control all of the Empire’s commerce.
“Allerilin!”
“My name is Arellin.”
The second was the Mubisk, who had been in charge of the Empire’s military for generations.
“…”
“…? What is it, tell me.”
How could they be so contradictory?
Unlike the Lesser Demons of Sperom, whose angelic faces deceive, Mubisk’s cold, icy beauty makes you shudder to be near him.
With a chilling aura and a glare of disdain that can be directed at you if you make the wrong kind of eye contact, Aaron was actually a mere child.
Aaron Berg Mubisk.
The genius of Mewisque, the crown prince’s guardian knight.
‘The subordinate lord of the realm.
She could see why Lady Claire had a passionate, shy crush on him.
‘The face.’
With this face, yes.
To put it bluntly, the Southern Lord, Crown Prince Pession, was too unrealistically handsome. The kind of look that would make anyone fall for him.
But was it because of that?
It had the side effect of making him seem too distant.
Twins? How did they give those lesser demons such angelic beauty?
The biggest flaw in a subject that seemed to have just jumped out of a holy painting was the personality.
How bland Aaron is by comparison.
Typical Northern fantasy.
It’s hard to believe that she’s a sub, but her dark black hair and light blue eyes, lighter than the walls, make everyone feel fresh.
“Arellirin, why didn’t you look at us earlier?”
“Arelliririn, do you like Aaron?”
The twins pouted, or maybe not.
She looked at Aaron.
“…”
Once again, Aaron misunderstood her request for help.
“Why are you bullying Arellin?!”
Aaron, who’d gotten Pession involved.
Wow. Is this right.
“It’s not bullying.”
“Yes, you don’t understand. We were just socializing!”
“Isn’t that right, Allerilin?”
“We were, weren’t we, Arellirin?”
She trapped in hell.
The envious, jealous, envious, hateful, resentful stares of the other children pierced her cheeks without her realizing it.
“Arellirin?!”
“Arellin!”
“Arellin!”
I want to be left alone, go back to bullying me.
***
It was hard.
“…aahhh.”
Mehen’s voice was troubled as he saw her clinging to him, unwilling to let go.
“Young Lady?”
Do not disturb, your lady is healing.
