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Translator: thursdays Editor: Sasha PR: LightBrin
One Year Ago.
There were two young ladies to whom the emperor gave epithets.
……Sylvia Evanail, daughter of Baron Evanail……
……A golden thread blooms in a yellow flower garden……
……From now on, people will call you like so……
The Lady of the Golden Silk.
The heroine of this world.
……Raviel Ivansia, daughter of Duke Ivansia……
……A flower gilded in silver so as to not drop its head……
…….Child. From now on, the subjects of the empire will call you……
The Lady of the Silver Lily.
The villainess of this Apocalypse.
Noble ladies usually receive an epithet when they have their debutant ball and enter aristocratic society. The royal family or high nobility who open their debutant balls give them their new names.
The noble lady’s epithet differed based on how high up in society the presenter was. A name given by a baron and a name given by a count were of different classes.
The greatest epithet was, of course, a name bestowed by the emperor. It was the pride of one’s family to be given a name by His Majesty.
Since these two young ladies attended the same academy, the huge storm that brewed was inevitable…….
‘But even so.’
I looked at the prince. The crown prince was holding my colleague, the Heretic Questioner, who had taken on the role of the Lady of the Golden Silk. He was holding the Heretic Questioner so tightly that the dress rippled around his fingertips like scales.
‘Isn’t he too superficial to be the crown prince of a country?’
Strangely, I didn’t like him.
The prince met my eyes. He was looking at me a little distastefully, so I had to lower my gaze. But his gaze was also unusual.
Contempt. Fury. Disdain.
Negative emotions were lurking in his eyes.
“……You also survived.”
Uhm.
Was that directed to me? Probably, since I was the only one in his gaze right now. However, his voice sounded like that of someone who ate spinach three days after its expiration date. It kind of pissed me off.
“Yes, Your Highness.”
I imitated the way people in historical dramas spoke.
“I safely managed to survive.”
“You’re lucky.”
“How can it be due to the luck of this humble child? Your Highness’s grace must have been crazy good.”
“…….”
The prince’s lovely eyebrows slipped. Just now, I more or less implied [you set up the raid on your own]. If he had a guilty conscience, then even an ordinary greeting should put him on edge.
“Your words are too much. Do you mean to say that my royal grace is embedded in everything that happens in the world? Saving your own life and saving Sylvia from the assassins and ruffians are all due to your own fortune. I thank you.”
Wow.
He seemed to retreat and praised me, but listening carefully, that wasn’t the case. It wasn’t because of my ‘skills,’ but rather because of ‘fortune.’ No way. I’d like to think this wasn’t true, but was the prince trying to keep me in check right now?
“The Lady of the Golden Silk is my master.”
At that moment.
“And I belong to her.”
My mouth moved without my intent.
“Your Highness. How can we say that it is luck that a sword protects its owner? The tool has just been used as a tool should. Your Highness praises me excessively.”
It was embarrassing. Really, truly, I had planned to step back after saying something vague. What good would it be if the prince and a butler got into a fight? Nevertheless, my tongue moved agilely.
‘Huh? Have I finally gone nuts?’
When my head became a bit hazy, I heard a voice.
[The immersion toward the character is deepened.]
What?
[Currently, your immersion rate is 1%.]
What the heck?
“……Really, you’re so eloquent that I want to sew your lips together.”
While I was going mad in my head, the prince’s face became distorted. Outrage. Humiliation. It was really a face trying to hold back from cursing.
If possible, I also wanted to yell out a bucket of swears. It was because seeing the prince’s face crumpled up was strangely refreshing for a corner of my heart. Rather than thinking I should stop, I felt that his look was quite good. Crazy. This was insane.
“These days, barons and such nobility seem to select servants based on their tongue rather than their personality. If His Majesty knew the situation, he would surely lament it.”
Wait a moment.
Just wait. He was supposed to be the prince of this world, but he was just a blond ramen noodle. Don’t provoke me anymore. Please, don’t irritate [my] emotions. This is, this stage is…….
“How could that be? How dare there be a day when His Majesty’s eyes are blurred? Your Highness the Crown Prince is so mature that you accumulate virtues in our school every day. I am sure that His Majesty is pleased.”
In other words, I was sarcastically saying his father sure would be pleased if he knew the prince hired an assassin. But that wasn’t the important part.
I realized the trap of this stage.
And I realized why Count and Crusader, the two Hunters who dealt with the economy and safety of our Tower, became so weak and failed to attack.
‘As time passed, those two people were eaten up by the concept!’
[The immersion toward the character is deepened.]
Oh no.
[Currently, your immersion rate is 2%.]
This was something crazy.
“Hmph. That’s enough. It’s beneath me to compete with you through words. As for what happened tonight, I will thoroughly investigate the truth.”
“Is there anyone in our school who is as reliable as the prince? I sincerely request this. Please find who is behind the attack and punish them a hundredfold.”
“Of course.”
Aaah.
Was it ‘this’?
Was this the special feature of this stage?
The prince glanced at me and said,
“Lady Sylvia must have been very surprised. Perhaps others are lurking and may attack tonight. Know that I will protect the lady tonight.”
“Your Highness.”
My tongue was evolving into an answering machine.
“Please forgive this child’s rudeness. The more times things like this happen, the more one has to relieve one’s fatigue where one feels most comfortable. My mistress will want to stay in her private room, as usual.”
“……Are you saying that she can’t be at ease by my side?”
“I apologize. This child is simply telling the truth to Your Highness.”
Save me.
Please save me!
[The immersion toward the character is deepened.]
[Currently, your immersion rate is 3%.]
SOS! Help me!
-Hey, you…… What are you doing?
Sword Emperor! No, Sword Emperor-nim!
-Eh. Did this brat go around the bend?
I really think I’m going around the bend now, so please do something!
-Uh…… What do you want me to do?
I don’t know. Anyway, help me control myself!
-Hmm. Can I really talk shit to you?
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