Juegocap10

 

tenth episode

 

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"Hold, ow."

 

I hummed and moved my hand.

 

The convex color crowds on the sketchbook.

 

Anna laughed and said, “Now the maids and sisters are talking to me. It was like a decorating interior.

 

“You’re a good painting, my lady, and this is a pineapple, isn’t it?”

 

“No.”

 

I answered wildly.

 

This is the pineapple. I don't know why I have a snowball on the pineapple.

 

"It's Anna."

 

"Yes?"

 

“This is not.”

 

I pointed to the pineapple—no, Anna.

 

“Oh, you drew me!”

 

Amiable Anna admired me, but I noticed a little.

 

Frankly, it was a picture closer to pineapple than Anna.

 

“Are you working with me and the girl?”

 

“Woong.”

 

“Here’s the heart.”

 

"Ugh..."

 

I was a little embarrassed, so I wiggled my hand.

 

Anna was silent for a while.

 

It wasn’t a good painting, I thought. It was a coloring that popped out of the crooked lines.

 

It was the limit of his hand.

 

'Oh...'

 

I groaned inside.

 

If I wasn’t really the Duke’s biological daughter, I would need the help of the employees.

 

'I was definitely trying to make it on my side, but it's just counterproductive.'

 

I wonder about the Duke or the Maggie!

 

I hugged her, and I gave her a bitter head.

 

“It’s beautiful, it’s beautiful.”

 

“Oh, my God, you’re making me look pretty?”

 

“Anna!

 

“Miss—”

 

No, you're crying?

 

I shrugged.

 

“I’ll keep it as a heirloom for the rest of my life, and I’ll pass on my grandchild.”

 

Huh? Uh, no, I'm not gonna let you...

 

The painting, which does not know whether it is a person or a pineapple, wanted to hide because the hand was alive to inherit.

 

Anyway, I do not understand, but it seemed to work well.

 

I used the same method to other maiden sisters.

 

But...the reactions were not as normal as they were.

 

 

“I’ll take it to the grave. I don’t need a husband anymore. I’ll be buried with your painting.”

 

‘...huh? Did you originally intend to take him on the boat?’

 

 

That's what Nancy's van Nguyen, her husband's chief advocate, did.

 

 

“I’ll put a picture of you full of rooms and wake up every night, sleeping at this.”

 

‘Uh ... isn’t that what a stalker does?’

 

 

Laura's reaction to the stalker's temperament.

 

 

“You give me a heart, my heart... Do you need it? I can draw it for you!”

 

“I don’t need it!”

 

“So ... the other guy’s heart?”

 

 

Tilda's reaction... I'll skip it.

 

Blackness. I'm scared.

 

Apparently, at first glance, everyone seemed to be very rational and common sense normal.

 

How did it happen?

 

Anyway, it was a walk time when I was alone with the two of them and presented the picture of the mortal and said, 'It is beautiful, it is beautiful'.

 

I was excited to go to the glass greenhouse today.

 

The glass greenhouse in the mansion. You're so cool.

 

Now I felt like I was in the world of Lopan.

 

I ran away with my eyes full of excitement.

 

“Miss, I’m so excited about running like that.”

 

“Aco!”

 

Iron puddock.

 

He fell as if he had become a seed. Shame on you, Black.

 

“Miss!”

 

“Are you all right?”

 

I heard the cries of my surprised sisters.

 

I was so sick that I had my nose. I would have blushed my nose.

 

I raised my dog, whining, Hiing.

 

But what I saw was the faces of the maiden sisters.

 

A tall bridge stretching like a highway.

 

‘No way!’

 

I raised my head further up in the unusual delight.

 

I saw the face of the cold little Paeraton. His eyes met, and he raised an eyebrow.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

You're not.

 

“It’s gone.”

 

Unlike the grumbling inner mind, I answered nicely and quietly.

 

“Why do you fall?”

 

The Duke looked at me with a look that I could not understand.

 

I was so stunned that my mouth opened.

 

Why do you fall? Why do you fall! Because you fell!

 

“The original children are very hard to fall over, sir.”

 

“You’re weak.”

 

I'm gonna tell the baby that fell!

 

I reached for the Duke, though I was strident.

 

“Wake up, Dad.”

 

I was afraid I would ignore him and he lifted me up. Although I narrowed my brows,

 

I was shaken in the air and caught the Duke's gaze.

 

The red eyes that I could not find any emotions ran me from head to toe and stopped in one place.

 

“…knee”

 

“What?”

 

His knees were raging as he followed his gaze. Fortunately, he didn’t even hit, but he was sure he would bruise.

 

“It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt at all.”

 

The Duke walked away, ignoring me. He kept me in his side.

 

The Duke arrived at the Oval Office and sat me on top of him and stared at my knees.

 

'I'm gonna get my knee!'

 

He looked at me for a long moment, his head tilting, his low, cool voice trembling over my crown.

 

“Why are the colors getting thicker?”

 

“You’ll be well a few days after you’ve been drugged.”

 

The Duke frowned.

 

“I knew you were weak, but I’m sure you’re this weak.”

 

My heart was pounding with a sigh.

 

maybe

 

'I do not think this is included in the reason why my uncle was abandoned.'

 

Too weak.

 

'If I'm a biological daughter or a heroine, I have to have a Maggie... Is it really an illegitimate child?'

 

I squeezed my skirt tightly.

 

In the meantime, Nancy brought the ointment.

 

The Duke of Paeraton applied his hand-painted ointment. It was a very awkward hand.

 

I was worried that it was too annoying, so I saw Anna and she just laughed without knowing my speed.

 

After I had finished applying the ointment, I noticed that I was going to take it out of the Duke's lap.

 

I didn’t want to be a nuisance child anymore.

 

But the Duke is up and holding me.

 

He hasn’t put me down since.

 

When you eat, when you pay for the papers, even when you meet with the vassals,

 

I was in the Duke's arms like a baby kangaroo.

 

'You forgot to put me down?!'

 

I slapped the peacock’s chest with a cotton fist, but the peacock just tapped my ass.

 

I became a baby who was so tired of sleep.

 

The vassals who entered the conference hall looked at me and looked like they were strangled again.

 

Just as the meeting was about to begin, Anna spoke carefully.

 

“Well, sir, I’m sorry, but now you’re going to put her down—”

 

The Duke’s eyes were on Anna, and I was so keen that I could see them.

 

Anna flinched, but she said everything she could to say, even though she was still looking at her head.

 

“There’s a man in the dressing room.”

 

The tailor the Duke had called must have come.

 

I was coming out of the Duke’s lap, horns racing, wanting to be an escape opportunity.

 

The Duke stared at me like that. He looked very unfavorable.

 

'No, why?'

 

I'm the one who called the tailor!

 

You're sorry for the money now!

 

I looked at the Duke with a grieving face and he reached for me.

 

'Oh! Did you read my thoughts? I'm sorry!'

 

I shrugged and shivered, but unlike my expectation, he hugged me all the time.

 

“G, you’re going to go yourself?”

 

Nancy asked the Duke without knowing it, and then she closed her mouth, contemplating whether it was.

 

The Duke left the Oval Office.

 

‘No, I thought you were just about to have a meeting.’

 

The vassals who watched the situation also rose and followed the back.

 

‘What about the guys?'

 

It felt like something of a curious spectacle.

 

* * * *

 

Yutra Pelia.

 

She was a well-known person who had been awarded the title of a single winner for designing the imperial clothes, starting with a blood-blooded single body with no foundation.

 

The creator of the continent's fashion beyond the system.

 

She was nervous now, not to match the name.

 

That's how special the guests were today.

 

'You finally see the princess in the veil.'

 

“I finally see the owner of those dresses.”

 

The chief tailor who was beside him whispered, as if he had thought the same thing as Yutra.

 

“I didn’t expect to see you, but you’ve always ordered dresses this time of year, and you haven’t seen them.”

 

Every year, the Paeraton duke ordered the best dress to be built unconditionally because it does not matter.

 

When I first received the order, Yutra made a dress with a castle because of a mischievousness.

 

However, in the Paeraton duke, he paid at once without any delay.

 

A child grows up. A castle in clothes to wear for a season.

 

Even a woman would not wear this dress.

 

'I was sure then, it was a chance to burn my art soul.'

 

I was able to unfold a lot of things that I could not do because of money.

 

However, if there is a regret, I could not see the owner of the clothes once.

 

All Yutra could tell was the size of Oroji.

 

“What kind of person is she? I wonder if she doesn’t go out of a portrait.”

 

“Wasn’t he like the Duke and the Masters?”

 

Her hair, black and dark, which she doesn’t think will hold a single light.

 

A transparent blood enemy.

 

A fierce and ferocious spirit that has not been refined even more than wild beasts.

 

The Duke of Paeraton was a feature of the immediate system.

 

“I’m sure Carysma is great, even though she’s still a little girl.”

 

He sighed into the words of the staff.

 

I imagined the youngest charismatic princess, and I felt the expectation cool.

 

'I've been designing it with a bad taste.'

 

It is a freedom that I could enjoy because I did not see the real thing of the princess.

 

He is a pro.

 

The appearance of the Paeraton princess will produce clothes that naturally match the Duke.

 

'You shouldn't expect a soft love boy from the Duke of Paeraton, not from another family.'

 

So far, there has never been a single model that has caught her heart.

 

As an artist, Yutra's taste was firm.

 

'Let's not let you down even the mistress's minimi.'

 

Then the door opened.

 

He cleared his face and bowed his dog. Pro, she didn’t let out a vice president.

 

But when I saw the person in the room, the pupils of Yutra shook.

 

* * *

 

A dozen assistants with Yutra also looked at the person who came in with a face of embarrassment.

 

‘Du, Duke of Paeraton? Why is the President here ...’

 

He was not the person to appear at ordering his young daughter's clothes.

 

'Oh, what do you mean, the Duke has a child?!'

 

'Do I see anything?'

 

It was a sight that I could not believe, although I was looking at it with my eyes.

 

But Yutra was concentrating on the gods who came to something else, not the paeraton ball.

 

'Oh, my God...'

 

Tuuk.

 

The tape measure in her hand trembled.

 

“...songy.”

 

A low moan came from her mouth.

 

Yutra snorted and tried to calm down.

 

'What's that little prickly prick?'

 

Even the fearful Duke of Paera Tone did not come into sight.

 

The moment I saw the cute red hair of his pink hair in his arms, I was shocked by the soul.

 

At the same time, an endless inspiration began to spring.

 

The sweet girl with the cheeks of her cheeks was like Idea, more than she thought, or thought.

 

“Perfect!”

 

She clapped without knowing it.

 

But the joy did not last long.

 

In the cold stillness, Yutra realized the current situation.

 

Feeling the eyes of the Duke of Pa Eraton, who seemed to freeze her to death, she forced her mouth to move.

 

“Ma, my youngest girl is so languid that I don’t know—”

 

I ended my life like this, but the Duke only brought up the child in his arms and there was no mention.

 

“Just measure it.”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

The Utra and his assistants approached the Duke, but they did nothing more.

 

The Duke of Paeraton’s gaze became fierce at once.

 

Yutra opened his mouth with a cold sweat.

 

“Well, sir, if you want to measure, put her down, and—”

 

It's like that.

 

The cold enemy glowed fiercely.

 

“Oh, no, we’ll take care of it.”

 

Jutra shook his head, beckoning to his assistants.

 

I wanted to measure the index properly in a situation where I was in a substitute, but they were professionals.

 

Jutra measured the length of the Paeraton princess's arm and looked at the Duke's face.

 

He didn’t look particularly upset.

 

At least it was much better than the dimensions of the Duke of Paeraton.

 

‘Hmm?’

 

Her point of dealing with the nobles who are long and long in the system has come.

 

He swallowed hard and opened his mouth.

 

“You’re so good at measuring it, I think you like the Duke, and she’s a lovely daughter.”

 

As soon as I finished, I felt a look everywhere. It was a good look at suicide.

 

Yutra waited for the Duke's answer.

 

“He said he’d stick with me, bothering me.”

 

also

 

Yutra’s mouth tips gently up.

 

“I think the Duke is very fond of you for holding him.”

 

“I’m just holding it because it’s so ugly that I keep getting over like a newborn deer.”

 

Yutra’s smile deepened.

 

I don't think the Duke of Paeraton has this aspect.

 

The vassals who followed and watched it crept up and opened my mouth.

 

“My youngest lady loves each other.”

 

“You seemed so comfortable the other night when you slept on your lap.”

 

“Oh, yeah? I guess there’s nothing like yours.”

 

The mouth of the unmarked Duke of Paeraton climbed slightly, very slightly.

 

The vassals glowed like hyenas.

 

He found a lifeline that could open his breath in a duke like ice.

 

“When I came back from the war, my daughter, what would she cry about when she saw me and said that I was a scary man?”

 

“My son and I never knew him, I’m so envious of him, sir.”

 

The Duke said nothing. He even hardened his face as if he didn’t like it.

 

But he and the vassals who had worked for a long time knew.

 

The Duke of Paeraton is feeling better now than ever.

 

* * * *

 

'No, these guys ate something wrong as a group - what the hell is going on with this?'

 

Every time I said I liked the Duke, I did not feel comfortable, his expression hardened.

 

I shivered, looking at my face, which was getting more and more bloody.

 

I was about to get out of the Duke 's arms because I thought I would be out of the question, but I did not even wonder if I was holding me tightly.

 

The duke's solid heart was only put on the sleep.

 

“Oh, Hut, look at me holding him more, isn’t he cute, sir?”

 

“It’s just annoying.”

 

No, I wasn't cuddling you, yo? I was going down.

 

If you're so annoying, just put it down!

 

“Do you like him so much, my lady?”

 

The man asked me with a thick face, and I nodded for a moment.

 

“Yes.”

 

Well, I can't say no.

 

And frankly, Marquis Tarenka, who is a hundred times better than Daya.

 

“How good is it?”

 

I glanced at the Duke.

 

He said it was annoying to stick around and hug. And he said I was a little unsavory.

 

‘...Don’t be too annoying.’

 

I put my potato-like hand up!

 

‘Ugh.’

 

The vassals, as well as the maids and the sisters in the costume, looked at my hands with anticipation.

 

I opened my index finger and thumb on the basis of that expectation.

 

Very slightly.

 

Enough to get one of the beans.

 

“As much as Yo.”

 

Wheezing.

 

For some reason, a cold stillness fell more than a north wind.