Chapter 35
Shabelle didn’t 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, ‘oh, this wasn’t right,’ to all of those who asked.
They flocked to Shabelle for a reason, and they didn’t 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 couldn’t believe the people had made a move on her, Karpel’s sasaeng fan’s aide.
I clapped my hands because everyone kept asking Shabelle things as if they didn’t 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.
“Will you please stop bothering Shabelle? You don’t want to know what I’m going to do if someone tries to take advantage of a weak-willed Shabelle who can’t say no, do you?”
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.
“Oh, I-I didn’t mean to bother Lady Float…”
“It’s not about the speaker’s intention, but how the listener was feeling, right? Don’t 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 “didn’t you go back?”
I couldn’t figure out what she was talking about, though.
“Shabelle must be irritated that she is so reluctant and unable to speak like that. What should I do about this?”
Shabelle, who had been surprised and had come to her senses, immediately shook her head furiously.
“Sister, no! Shabelle was not annoyed in the slightest!”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, yes, yes. Everyone is kind, especially… especially…”
Shabelle threw a glance around and raised her hand to point to one person.
“Lord Espree stated that he’d always wished to meet you, sister!”
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.
‘Wasn’t he Karpel’s spy who, at the age of 15, won first place in an autumn martial arts competition and became a knight of Radiov?’
I remembered him because his name was similar to espresso.
In addition, although he was the winner of this year’s 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 wasn’t 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 Duke’s daughter.
“Nice to meet you. Sir Espree.”
“It is an honour to meet you. Princess. Lady Float crowns my face with gold.”
“Because of your outstanding attitude and courtesy, Shabelle must have mistook you for one. Sir Espree appears to me to be the same way. Sir, I’m sure you’ll get your knighthood soon.”
“Thank you for having a good impression on me.”
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 I’m defending you?
“Shabelle, don’t tell me you’d invite everyone here to the tea party, did you?”
“I invited all the people here. Can’t I do that, Sister?”
Shabelle looked at me with expectation.
She didn’t 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.
“Do you believe that’s possible, Shabelle?”
“Is that not possible?”
Shabelle gazed at me with tears and anguish in her eyes.
Everyone was cautiously looking at Shabelle.
“No!”
When I put it straight, Shabelle wasn’t disappointed, but rather relieved.
And yet she still stared straight at me.
She looks as if she wants me to be upset at her.
‘Strange.’
She shouldn’t 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 couldn’t figure out why.
I drew my arms around my chest and stared down at Shabelle.
“Shabelle Float.”
“Yes. Sister…”
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 I’d be angry.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a tea party. However, if you like, I’ll host a tea party for you, and you can invite the people you said you’d invite. It’s difficult to hold one if the time is tight, so next Saturday is fine.”
Shabelle’s face turned pale blue.
Shabelle seemed oblivious to the fact that I would overlook her behavior in this situation.
She couldn’t remember who she was going to invite, to the point where she couldn’t even remember who she was going to invite.
Shabelle’s terrified gaze flashed all over the place.
What was worse was that Shabelle didn’t know how to write her invitation properly.
‘Does Shabelle’s behavior represent the original story’s coercion? In order for her to convert me into a wicked woman?’
Otherwise, Shabelle couldn’t have acted weird as if she wanted to be hated by me.
I smiled and greeted those who gave Shabelle a glance.
“Everyone, it’s already late, so please excuse us.”
“Yes, I wish you a pleasant evening. Princess.”
“Enjoy your meal, Princess.”
Among the people who offered me greetings, I reached out to Shabelle.
“Come on, Shabelle, let’s go.”
* * * * *
The restaurant we were going to was a fine dining restaurant.
It was run by a former emperor’s imperial chef.
Making a reservation was tough because he didn’t take reservations from everyone.
I’m not sure, but being a previous emperor’s chef, I’m guessing Karpel’s 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.
“How do you feel about Sir Espree, Sister?”
What is it this time?
I put down the meat cutter and turned to face Shabelle.
“Even though he’s your fiancée, Karpel is a person with no future, Sister.”
I couldn’t help but close my mouth that was about to open.
Shabelle’s 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 hadn’t remembered my previous life, I’d be burying Shabelle in the garden right away.
For me, Inaila Krenberia, Karpel was mine among mines.
I’m not sure if Shabelle was truly buried in the social circles only for visiting Krenberia’s mansion to see Karpel.
‘I’m wondering if her behaviour is influenced by the original story’s forced action. Is Shabelle going to keep acting like that till we get into a conflict?’
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.
‘No, if the original story actually forces a happy ending for both Radiov and Shabelle, it’s all for completely useless.’
Shabelle spoke again, this time with a worried expression on her face, because I didn’t respond.
“Sister, the former emperor has already died, so…”
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.
‘Ah, that’s right. He’s also here.’
“You must be cautious in what you say. Lady Float.”
I’m curious what he’d do if he overheard some others talking nonsense about his master.
“Stein.”
“Please forgive me, My Lady.”
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 didn’t even pretend to cry this time, she actually wanted to cry.
‘How could you possibly be crying right now? Since you’re the main character, you’re guaranteed to have a happy ending.’
For myself, I have no idea what will happen in two years.
I let out a sigh.
“Shabelle.”
“Yeah…”
“This time, your reply was totally incorrect. Keep practicing until you can properly write your invitations.”
“Sister, I… It’s…”
I stopped in my conversation with Shabelle, who hesitated.
“Stein.”
“Yes, My Lady.”
“Do you recall all of the people Shabelle said she’d invite?”
Stein didn’t respond, but it was clear that he was aware of that fact.
“Can you tell me how many there are?”
“There are a total of 12 people.”
“Not as many as I think…… No, how many men are there?”
“There are a total of 26 people.”
Only girls had previously been invited to my tea party, so it appeared that he had left out the men.
“Make a list. Because it’s necessary if Shabelle can properly write the invitation. ”
“…… Yes.”
It was an extremely obnoxious voice.
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But he didn’t say he didn’t want to do it, so it’s safe to assume he’ll do a good job… right?
I turned my attention to Shabelle.
“Shabelle, please complete 26 pages without writing the invitation’s name and send them to me tomorrow. I’m going to guide you to rewrite what’s incorrect, so do so and send it to me. My tea party starts at 2:00 p.m. So you can write that you’re hosting a tea party next Saturday at 2 p.m. at Krenberia Mansion. It’s customary to send it at least a week ahead of time, so you must complete all 26 copies by Friday.”
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.