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Father, I Don’T Want To Get Married! - Chapter 62
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He asked me as soon as I was done talking.
“Wasn’t the crown prince’s reputation good these days?” I thought he wasn’t interested in the world, but he seems to have become a decent socialite, considering his interest in the crown prince’s story. But apart from his praise, I couldn’t agree with him.
‘I can’t believe the essence has changed, even if it’s different.’
In the novel, the crown prince is an ambitious figure who is aiming for the throne, and has been in a hurry to say that he can clean up his family at any time if he gets in the way of his future. He’s a psychopathic character in modern times, but it wouldn’t be a big deal if he was so conscious of the lines of poetry around him.
“Even though it may look good on the outside, it’s not the person he really is,” he said with a stiff face.
“What does that mean?” At his inquiries, I exposed my weakness.
“I’m saying he’s still scary.” His face hardened at my answer.
“He’s… scary…” The unusual expression is the one I saw one day. Right. It was like the face of Count Arlo when he appeared from the balcony on the day of the ballroom.
‘Don’t tell me, that guy. You’re not trying to say anything strange about scolding the Crown Prince, are you?’
I hurriedly changed my words to such concerns.
“Where have you been, by the way?” He answered my question with a blank look.
“The battlefield.” Surprised by the words, I stared at him.
‘Battlefield?’
Come to think of it, it seems that I heard that it was two months ago that the Crown Prince began supporting the South and prepared for the attack.
‘Is it mobilized then?’
When I was thinking so, a slightly emaciated face came into my eyes.
‘It sure seems to have suffered.’
The moment I tried to put my hand on the cheek without my knowledge, I was frightened and raised my hand again.
‘What did I just do?!’
Then, he stared at me with intense eyes. I was just stabbed because I thought you noticed what I was trying to do.
‘Why are you staring?’
He sighed at my question and opened his mouth.
“Juvelian, I was actually, ·····.” I was just focusing on him just in case he pointed out my behavior. Then, he shut his mouth tight.
‘You didn’t see it?’
It was a time of reassurance. A creature that I didn’t want to hear in passing came into my ears.
“I heard there will be a banquet held by the Crown Prince in the near future. You don’t mean not to go, do you?”
‘What? Did you do this to ask me this?’
I’m glad you didn’t point out my actions. However, the thought of meeting the crown prince made me feel depressed. In time I nodded helplessly.
“That’s right. I think all the aristocrats should attend even if they don’t like it.” When I finished answering, he stared at me softly.
‘What’s he looking at me with that kind of eye to say?’
He stared at me for a long time, and asked slowly.
“What would you do if the Crown Prince asked you to dance that day?”
“Dance request, don’t joke about such terrible words!” In my color, he soon slowly dropped his scallop.
“Do you hate it that much?” Of course, it was a harsh word to joke, but it was true that I was too shy. Getting a little embarrassed, I said, crossing his arms around him.
“We stop talking about this, and first we go to have breakfast after washing.” At my words he stared at me and sighed.
“Okay.” I don’t know why, but his arm that was dragging on me was strangely weak. If you think about it, it’s obvious that mercenaries eat it on the battlefield. I usually cook while camping or eat food that is served. Both of them, of course, were self-evident that they would taste terrible.
’I’m going to feed you something delicious today.’
At that thought I asked, looking at him.
“Hey, do you want to eat anything?” To my question, he replied, hoping to see me through.
“······Strawberry cake.” Yes, I’m sure you’ve been stressed so far, so sweets are worth pulling.
‘Let’s feed us something delicious today and buy some clothes.’
With that thought, I said boldly.
“Okay, then I’ll be ready to go out, so wait a bit!”
* * *
After a while, the empress was enjoying a gentle tea time with her daughter.
“Princess, let’s listen, you finished preparing for your coming-of-age banquet, right?”
“Yes, mother.” The princess laughed at her gentle mother’s face. But it happened in an instant that the mask collapsed.
“Everywhere the Crown Prince’s procession of improvement passes, the people are shouting ‘Hurrah’ even more.” Soon the empress stopped laughing. “While you’ve been hanging on to the banquet, he’s been recognized by the people as the next emperor!” Beatrice felt her heart torn to shreds at the words. But as usual, she answered calmly, without showing any sign.
“Don’t worry. Sooner or later, we’ll have a chance to turn the table again.”
At that moment, the empress threw out the teacup. Then he shouted with a furious voice.
“You’ve been drinking tea all this time! How do you turn the tables?”
“Oh, Mother!” The princess looked at her mother with a bewildered look, but the empress did not stop the abusive language.
“Am I wrong? If you had been born as a boy in the first place, I wouldn’t have had this much trouble!”
Beatrice bit the flesh in her mouth without realizing it.
Boy, boy!
I wanted to have tea with her because I was so angry and sad.
‘Why did you give birth to me?’
I felt like my stomach was burning. However, Beatrice persevered and clenched his fist in the thought that she would be loved by her mother if she had overcome this crisis. Then she chewed and spat out at her mother.
“Mother, what if Maximilian spoils the banquet?” Empress, who had just been excited, raised one eyebrow at the daughter’s words.
“What? By what means?” Beatrice said softly.
“Think about it. Who was inside this palace, while Maximilian was on the battlefield? The director will be one of the maids in charge anyway, so we won’t have to use the bullfight.” The queen’s lips gradually waned.
“Yes, lovely Rice. You’re right. A banquet so far will spoil everything.”
(Rice was pronounced as Ris not rays, it’s the nickname of the empress for Beatrice)
She returned to the form of a benevolent mother, whether she had calmed down. The princess had a twisting smile on her face.
“Yes, the pretentious aristocrats can catch this pod.”
* * *
“It’s so sweet.” After a long time eating a strawberry cake, his face looked better than before.
”Yes, it’s sweet and delicious,” I accepted, and he laughed as if he was feeling better. I smiled face to face, looking at him like that. Soon I asked what I was curious about the whole time. “How have you been?” As he said, he spent about two months on all the ploughs, and I was very worried that he might have gone bad or suffered from the aftermath of the war. But the answer from him was the answer that sounded insincere at first glance.
“Well.” But the look was serious, so did I.
”Really?”
”Yes, because I got a lot.” At first glance, his nodding face revealed his composure. I’m glad he made a lot of money.
“That’s a relief.” At my answer he stared at me gently.
“What about you?”
“Yeah?” When I asked, he snapped the strawberry with a fork and opened his mouth.
“How have you been?” At that question, I briefly explained what had happened. His expression, who was listening to the tasting talk indifferently, changed subtly when he talked about my father.
“So you’re saying that he is recommending that you decorate the prince’s banquet with splendor?”
“That’s right,” he said with a deep sigh, and he asked, with his chin on his chin, staring at me.
“So what kind of dress did you match?” Strange, somehow embarrassing to look at the face head-on.
‘Is it because I haven’t seen you for a long time?’
I stared at the teacup with my eyes slightly down. I looked down at the teacup, slightly lowering my eyes, and I couldn’t see his face, so it seemed a little less burdensome.
”Oh, well, when I went to the dressing room, did everyone say they’d match the colorful primary colors?”
”So?”
“So I chose the color I thought wouldn’t stand out.”
“What color is it?”
”Pink beige,” he murmured small in my answer.
”You’d go well with black.”
”What?” When asked back to his unexpected words, he gave a look of what he was thinking.
“Maybe the Crown Prince will ask you for his first dance in black armor.” I wasn’t sure I was saying it was someone else’s business, but I didn’t want to get mad about it, so I answered calmly.
“I’ll never get caught. I’ll be hiding.” Then, he smiled and said. “Yes, that’s great.” It was when I opened my eyes in amazement at his sudden gesture of reaching out. As he gently rubbed my lips with his index finger, cream smeared on my fingers. It was only then that I realized that I had creamed my mouth and ate it.
‘Oh, I make a mistake…’
Then he said.
“Because it would be better not to show such a dirty look.”
‘No matter how clumsy I am, I can’t believe you’re giving me such a straight face-to-face teasing.’
At that, I tried to say a word.
“Don’t keep teasing…” I was surprised and was speechless. Nothing else, because he just saw my lips with the right index finger.
‘What, what? Why are you doing that?’
At that time, as if staring at the prey, the fierce gaze moved me and I was speechless. A voice that I heard soon, somehow dimly.
“So, hide well so that you don’t notice.”