Chapter 7
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“Anyway, just think of me as, um… I’m sorry to say, as Your Majesty, my royal father. So you don’t freeze up in front of His Majesty again after practicing so hard.”
But no matter how hard she tried, there was no way Beatrice could think of him as her father.
Just look at that wheat-colored pigtail…
‘We’re way too different.’
Still, Beatrice stubbornly insisted.
“Try again, Your Highness.”
“Dadda, hello.”
With all her might, she winked one eye, and Beatrice patted her chest again.
“Oh, I’m going to die.”
Why doesn’t she say something if something’s wrong?
But Beatrice only shook her head.
“We have to go now, Your Highness.”
“Okay, let’s jusht go…”
As she answered listlessly and came down from the chair, Beatrice burst into laughter.
“You’ve been talking like a strange little old lady these past few days? Whose tone of speech did you learn?"Oh, my twenty-two-year-old way of speaking... I only answered inwardly and took Beatrice’s hand."
Despite practicing so hard, Father’s seat was empty when we arrived at the banquet hall.
“Daddy ish…?”
I asked carefully, and Mother answered.
“He hasn’t returned from the Ea Temple yet. It seems there’s a lot to discuss about the thanksgiving ceremony.”
Did Mother take him away again?
‘She said she went to the Temple early this morning.’
I looked up with suspicious eyes, but Mother quickly changed the subject.
“By the way, I heard you were good to the Hestia Marquess’s siblings? Well done, my daughter.”
Well, I did do a good job with that.
I straightened my shoulders for no reason and looked at Father’s empty seat.
‘I’ll definitely do it next time.’
Get Daddy!
When I returned to my room after dinner, a bathtub was prepared.
While I was taking a bath with Beatrice’s help, I had a good idea.
“Tritz, can I have dis?”
“The perfume bottle? It’s empty, though.”
“Still, I wanna have it.”
When I held up the glass bottle, a little bigger than my palm, and begged, Beatrice chuckled.
“Can you be careful not to break it?”
“Uh-huh.”
In the end, I succeeded in getting the perfume bottle.
And while Beatrice was busy washing my hair, I filled the bottle with water.
It takes time to dry off and dry my hair.
While Beatrice was busily moving around, I held the heavy perfume bottle and smiled contentedly.
‘I’ve come up with a method that’s much easier, more fun, and has a higher success rate than spitting.’
Beatrice finished preparing me for bed and laid me down, chuckling.
“Do you like the perfume bottle that much? Are you going to hold it even when you sleep?”
“Uh-huh. I wuv it.”
“Oh, I’ll have to get you a prettier bottle next time. Sleep well, Your Highness.”
“See you two nights fwom now, Tritz.”
Beatrice stroked my cheek as if I were cute and lifted the hem of her dress to bow.
After she left, only silence flowed in the dim princess’s room.
‘That’s because Icarus is the only one guarding the Main Palace at this hour.’
Icarus usually doesn’t even make a sound, so everything was in place.
‘Loyal dog Icarus…’
A shadow of King Oblin, too precious to be called just a guard knight.
‘He’s a man who would do anything to hide the existence of the twins according to the royal command.’
He would give his life for me at any time, but if I were to harm Rosa, he would stop me for the same reason.
‘But that’s not today.’
I quietly opened my eyes several times in the middle of the night to commit mischief.
Then, finally, as the light of dawn brightened, I slowly got up.
‘Gabriella will be bringing Rosa to the Main Palace around this time.’
I rolled over to the place where Gabriella would put Rosa down.
Then, I tried to open the lid of the precious perfume bottle I had been holding all night…
“Squeak…”
It won’t open…
I held the glass bottle tightly and bit the lid with my front teeth.
“Hee-ik…!”
Only after desperately clinging to the small bottle, sweating, did the lid finally turn.
“Phew…”
Nothing in the world is easy.
I tilted the bottle and poured it in the right place, and a map was artistically drawn.
‘Pfft…’
Rosa seems to not even notice if you carry her away once she falls asleep, so she probably won’t notice even if I put it on her.
Then Rosa’s pajamas will get wet, and then it will naturally look like she had an accident!
‘Pee-pee pants!’
I smiled weakly and neatly placed the perfume bottle, which had served its purpose, in the corner.
Then I rolled back to my place and closed my eyes.
‘The only way to get revenge on my sister, who has been deceiving me for 15 years, can’t just be making her a pee-pee pants, right….’
Rosa Rostel La Perca, our lives have just begun again.
You can look forward to it!
I was a little nervous until Gabriella put Rosa down, but my sleepyhead sister really didn’t wake up.
‘Wow…’
Did a sleep demon possess her? I was half-expecting it, but amazing…
I pretended to be good and obediently returned to the detached palace, diligently dressed up, and ate breakfast.
‘Who was Rosa’s exclusive maid around this time….’
Ah, Chelsea. Chelsea Morello.
Chelsea thinks of all of Rosa’s actions as her own achievements, so this matter won’t even reach Mother’s ears.
‘Rosa will just be a little embarrassed.’
That is, when she knows shame.
Gabriella smiled as she cut a piece of bread for me.
“You seem to be in a very good mood this morning, Your Highness, cough!”
I looked at the nanny and said seriously.
“Uh-huh. Until Gabi coughed.”
“I’m almost, cough…! better now.”
Gabriella patted her chest with her fist, pretending to be okay.
Well, if it was a cold that could be cured so quickly, it wouldn’t have turned into pneumonia.
“When ish docdor coming again?”
“I was wondering if he would stop by again today or tomorrow, but I’m so sorry…”
“Mommy said Gabi ish as important as Mommy.”
With a slightly embellished story, Gabriella chuckled.
“Surely not. Your Highness, cough…! You must have misheard.”
I know that Gabriella receives a lot of material rewards in exchange for raising us for many years.
‘Mother is generous with rewards.’
But whether that was accompanied by sincere thank-you notes, that was not the case.
‘The whole kingdom knows that Mother is only kind to us twins.’
But Gabriella really suffered a lot.
Taking care of us alternately every day means that she can’t rest even for a day.
That’s why she got pneumonia.
“It’s twee. I told Icarus dat, too.”
As I insisted, Gabriella’s expression changed slightly this time.
I quickly added, taking advantage of the momentum.
“Dat’s why she sent docdor, too.”
A slight smile appeared on Gabriella’s tired lips.
“…I see. Well, Her Majesty is busy, but she is very considerate of me.”
Considerate, my foot.
‘I know it’s not true, Gabi.’
Let’s rest a lot when you’re with me instead.
I put a plump shrimp on a piece of bread and held it out to Gabriella.
“Here, eat a lot and get better soon.”
Gabriella giggled and took the piece of bread.
“It’s worth raising you for four years, isn’t it?”
“Not yet. Wait until it’s worth it.”
I said it seriously for once, but Gabriella held her stomach and laughed even while chewing on the piece of bread.
‘…You don’t have to believe it, just get better. Gabi.’
You have to get better?
When I finished breakfast, the royal physician came as Gabriella said.
‘The effect of crying in front of Mother is there.’
That was good, but it was a problem because the royal physician knew my face well.
So, while Gabriella was being examined, I spent time with Icarus in the next room.
Mother’s knight, dressed in a jet-black uniform, knelt on one knee in front of me.
“I greet Princess Lilin, the little star of Ruelle.”
It was the first time I had talked to Icarus since I came back to life, but it wasn’t difficult.
“…Mommy ish?”
Instead of greeting him, I suddenly asked, and he hesitated a little.
“…She is in the audience chamber. Welcoming guests from Bikrin with Grand Duke Nigel…”
“What color dwess ish she wearing?”
“Pardon?”
“Mommy’s hair.”
Icarus answered after a slight pause.
“…She is wearing a purple satin dress decorated with black lace and onyx, but…”
“Ish it pwetty?”
“Pardon?”
Icarus seemed embarrassed by my absurd question, but I didn’t care.
“Mommy’s hair.”
He continued to answer as if he couldn’t help it.
“…I don’t know because I dare not look at it.”
I asked again.
“What kind of necklace ish she wearing?”
“…She is wearing the black diamond that the Ikan Duchy presented a long time ago.”
“What about the crown?”
“That… a diamond decorated with three sapphires as the center…”
He knows it in such detail, even though he dares not look at it.
“Ish it pwetty?”
“Pardon?”
“Crown, hair.”
“…Yes, it was beautiful.”
I brought out my secret last question.
“But my mommy ish pwettier, wight?”
My mother, King Oblin, is this man’s religion.
And you can easily become friends with someone who has the same religion.
I looked up at the unresponsive Icarus and smiled brightly.
“I think so, too.”
