Juegocap 11

 

 

In the atmosphere of cheapness, I received a hotter and more enthusiastic gaze than ever.

 

The pupils of the vassals, maids and wardrobe staff for me were shaking as if an earthquake had occurred.

 

I glanced up.

 

The Duke of Paeraton was staring at the vassal who asked me questions.

 

When I saw the boy who rolled his eyes and saw him, he was shedding something that he did not know whether he was sweating or tearing.

 

I think he’s muttering something, but I can’t hear him.

 

Ma'am, son, I can't say hello... Well, I think I've heard a word like this.

 

I glanced up.

 

The Duke of Paeraton was staring at the vassal who asked me questions.

 

When I saw the boy who rolled his eyes and saw him, he was shedding something that he did not know whether he was sweating or tearing.

 

I think he’s muttering something, but I can’t hear him.

 

Ma'am, son, I can't say hello... Well, I think I've heard a word like this.

 

Next to him, another man comforted him, "I will take care of my son until he is all grown."

 

“Oh, Miss, think about it again, and you certainly didn’t say you liked him?”

 

Another vassal asked with desperate face.

 

Well, I can't help it.

 

“Well, Dad, I like it, you know, a lot—”

 

I opened my index finger and thumb again as wide as a bean.

 

The lips of the vassals turned blue at the confirmation shooting.

 

I glanced up at the Duke and saw his eyes.

 

No emotion was read in his red eyes.

 

I stared at it without avoiding it and smiled.

 

“—except it!”

 

A loud voice echoed in the quiet room.

 

“As much as I’ve added wealth from the universe!”

 

I spread my arms out.

 

“I like him that much!”

 

How about this, this is K-drip!

 

Korean drip!

 

“Oh, no.”

 

“Khuh—”

 

“Huh, Huck—”

 

There was a groaning sound.

 

People have acute atrial fibrillation, which has given them hearts or caused breathing difficulties.

 

The surrounding area was a mess, but the Duke of Paeraton did not respond.

 

He just looked at me.

 

‘You’re too overwhelmed ...’

 

A late shame came.

 

I could not avoid my eyes and sweating, but the Duke opened his mouth.

 

“I didn’t hear you.”

 

Yes…?

 

“I didn’t hear you.”

 

“....”

 

‘Seo, are you telling me to say it again?’

 

The face of the duke, who was so impassive, seemed to me to be absolutely not….

 

I spoke long and quiet, but then I said, “I’m sorry.

 

“Yes, I like you a lot of times in the world, except for the rest of the world—”

 

He turned his head away from me without any reaction.

 

‘Isn’t this it?’

 

I've been ashamed of you once more.

 

Chi, I asked the vassals as I pushed my lips out.

 

“Did you hear what my daughter said?”

 

“I heard you!”

 

“You really love him!”

 

“I wonder how you’re so loved by your daughter!”

 

The duke’s mouth rose arrogantly.

 

I think it's a good idea to get a kiss.

 

‘What, Duke ... childish ...’

 

I looked at the Duke with a little blurry eyes.

 

At that moment, the Duke’s face was directed at me.

 

“...but why have you subtracted that much?”

 

It was a surprise question.

 

‘What? There’s no drip after this.’

 

Because both the speaker and the listener are so busy with their hands and feet shrunk and unfolding.

 

'Don't tell me you survive safely and you can't ask this question.'

 

The Ropan world, it's tough!

 

“It’ll be better than it is.”

 

I thought I should answer something.

 

“If you’re with him, if you spend time with him.”

 

Yeah, if you let me stay here and stay alive without leaving me.

 

“I’m sure he’ll be better if we stay together!”

 

The man who went to my words nodded with a filthy face.

 

“That’s why you’ve taken this much out.”

 

“Yes!”

 

“You’re still young and you’re so thinking.”

 

“How could you go so good—”

 

“I’m . Songya.”

 

But why is the designer sister going to be a song?

 

I glanced at the Duke, letting the surrounding fuss slip into one ear.

 

He didn’t respond. Oh, no, he just looked at me with a harder face than he had before.

 

'It was a deliberation drip that I took to shame myself.'

 

Chi.

 

I pouted my mouth.

 

* * * *

 

After a row, Yutra, who had measured the number of dimensions, frowned.

 

'That's different from the last order.'

 

She didn't bother asking.

 

It would be like pointing out that the Duke had wronged the dimensions he had sent.

 

'But the dress I made the other day was made to that size, and you would have been big... Then did not you wear it?'

 

I really want to see her mouth, but I feel sorry.

 

'I've got all the dresses I brought today, which is tailored to the size I sent you before, but I'm in trouble.'

 

Jutra bowed his head toward the duke.

 

“The dresses you have will be a little bigger than your size, but you won’t have a problem with the time and time.”

 

All the clothes I was showing now were special and great with Yutra's ambitious work.

 

'If you sell only one, the price is more than a month'

 

Yutra smiled heavily and waited for the first time.

 

But no matter how long it took, the Duke of Paeraton did not put his daughter down.

 

She had to speak first.

 

“Well, your majesty, put down your lady to make a start, man—”

 

“Why do you need a timeout?”

 

A low voice cut her off.

 

“What? To choose what you like—”

 

Of course, we need a hitch.

 

The three-month living expenses of middle-class families can not be chosen without wearing a dress that will exceed the price.

 

The Duke of Paeraton said to the embarrassing Yutra.

 

“I’m going to buy everything.”

 

What? What?

 

Yutra, who had a good job dealing with all kinds of nobles, could not keep his calm as this time.

 

She opened her mouth.

 

“I’ll fix it up to him, I’ll make sure he buys all the clothes he brought today.”

 

Yut was hurriedly silent in a smooth horse.

 

'No!'

 

A living golden nodge was shining in front of her.

 

She bent her head, trying to calm her cheekbones rising toward the sky.

 

“All right, sir.”

 

* * * *

 

‘You’re going to buy all this, which looks expensive, are you serious?’

 

I looked at the Duke of Paeraton, embarrassed.

 

I can not change my clothes twice a day and I can not wear it all.

 

“There are conditions.”

 

The Duke glanced at the hanging clothes and looked at me. Exactly Hi’s hand.

 

“Make the short end just right on your wrist.”

 

example

?”

 

“I’ll pull the sleeves of my daughter’s clothes so she can’t squeeze them in her palms.”

 

“...yes, I see.”

 

The designer sister answered, but she did not know why she was asking for it.

 

But I know.

 

“Did you wipe it all up? Light up!”

 

“So, when I was washing my shoes like this, my uncle said, Hw, that’s evidence that the card invested in you, and I told him that it was for the other grandfather, the redhead!“I’m not. I’m not—” (“So, when I was washing my shoes like this, my uncle said, H-Uh-Uh, that’s evidence that the card invested in you. I mean, I did it with my other grandfather, oh, my red-haired uncle! I'm so sick...”)

 

The first day I met the Duke of Paeraton, when I wiped the creamy clathier's old beard.

 

When the Marquis Tarenka reenacted his work.

 

I pulled my sleeves and wiped my shoes.

 

That's why he had that condition.

 

I will never be able to pull my sleeves out.

 

Sit down on your knees and not wipe someone's feet.

 

“....”

 

Something hot came up from inside.

 

Maybe.

 

'The Duke is not a bad person, even if he is not my father.'

 

I looked up.

 

His face was still expressionless and hard, looking at me.

 

But I didn’t look scared of the face.

 

* * * *

 

“I think he’s at the Duke’s.”

 

At the end of Lien, a close maid, Klatier pulled the curtains and looked out the window.

 

Her face was full of heartbreak.

 

I told Marquis Tarenka I was going to see my cousin,

 

It's the door when I'm annoyed to be out.

 

The carriage had just passed through the main gate and was moving into the Pa Eraton duchy site.

 

Clatier opened his eyes.

 

“Hey, is this the Paeraton duke?”

 

The endless garden was gorgeous with all kinds of vaporized candles.

 

I expected it to be desolate in winter, but instead of the leafy leaves, the light that was smoked by the law was hanging on the long branch of Aronda.

 

Glass flowers that glow like colorful jewels.

 

“Oh, my God—”

 

It was so beautiful, it seemed to be in the same fantasy as the dream.

 

The carriage, which had been in the long way, passed the house.

 

Clatier frowned.

 

“Why don’t you stop in front of the house? You’re not asking me to walk from the wagon shed to the mansion.”

 

The question was soon solved.

 

Soon another building appeared.

 

“I guess what I saw was a separate house, a building like the main building of a noble family, and it’s a separate house—”

 

Clatier’s eyes were starlit.

 

'There's a rumor that if you build the gold of the Paeraton duke, it will be higher than the horse tower.

I guess that wasn't a complete nonsense! '

 

Her heart trembled before her eyes in the gorgeous old-fashioned house.

 

The irritation had been long gone.

 

It was beautiful to look at either side.

 

“How about that?”

 

Clatier, who had stepped out of the carriage, turned and asked Lien.

 

“Isn’t this beautiful place to be nice to me?”

 

“I want to call the painter right now and leave him alone.”

 

“Oh, secondary arm, Lido.”

 

Clatier laughed.

 

Then the door to the house opened and the butler came out.

 

He was young, and he seemed to be a general butler, not a chief butler.

 

'Of course the chief butler should not be right for me?'

 

“Marquis de Tarenca, I have never heard of you visiting.”

 

“Oh, do you need permission to come to see your cousin?”

 

Clatier said with a deep voice

I walked past the butler and into the mansion.

 

The butler looked at her in a difficult way.

 

He could not drive Clatier, the nephew of the Duke and the cousin of the princess, at his disposal.

 

“Next time, you must go through the formal visitation process, or you will not be allowed to enter the house.”

 

But Clatier was not listening to him.

 

'Wow...that's so cool!'

 

The interior of the house was more colorful than the garden.

 

'You're not saying chandeliers are diamonds?'

 

It wasn’t the only one.

 

The floor was covered with artefact rugs and all the reliefs of the walls were gold and jewels.

 

But there was something more eye-catching than the brilliant and luxurious tack.

 

“Oh—”

 

In the middle of the stairs in front of the lobby, there was a large portrait of the present paellaton duke.

 

Clatier could not take his eyes off the portrait.

 

'How can a person be like that?'

 

He was not enough to say anything. The world’s praises seemed to have been made for him.

 

'I didn't know when I met him last time...'

 

I dared not face the face of the Duke of Paeraton in fear of taking control of my whole body.

 

The overwhelming beauty in front of me diluted the memory.

 

She climbed the stairs blankly and approached the portrait.

 

'If my dad did this...'

 

A sweet imagination brushed past Clatier’s eyes.

 

'No, it's my aunt's department, right?'

 

People who were not family members were so beautiful that they could not help it.

 

'Duke Paeraton and I are family, and I will die, of course, my nephew, I will die pretty.'

 

Clatier pictured himself in the arms of the Duke of Paeraton.

 

I couldn't fit in so well.

 

She knew the rumors about the Duke of Paeraton.

 

Black blood, cold blood.

 

The worst killer ever.

 

The Duke of Paeraton does not know sadness, and when he cries, the blood of others flows instead of tears.

 

'The more people are so scared and afraid, the more lonely and lonely they are.'

 

I remembered reading that in the book.

 

'My aunt would be hoping that a lovely angel like me would come up.'

 

My dad did.

 

He is the joy, happiness, and joy of the world.

 

John Jae, who gives people a laugh.

 

'I can only soothe my aunt's loneliness.'

 

The Duke of Pae Laton, who laughs only at himself because his deep and dark loneliness disappears.

 

“Hah—”

 

The thought made me feel exclamated.

 

Suddenly I remembered my cousin, who had the title of Princess Paeraton, but ignored it.

 

'She can't do it anyway.'

 

She couldn’t do anything right. She was always so angry that she had to take care of her.

 

'How can such a child soothe the loneliness of others?'

 

It doesn't even fit in with this beautiful house.

 

'Gan can't help it.'

 

I remembered the image of my cousin who was alone here.

 

But the cousin's mother-in-law, who met again, was completely different from her expectations.

 

* * * *

 

Clatier opened the door before the butler could speak. It was a long habit.

 

She entered the hall with a dignified appearance and saw her cousin.

 

'What, what...'

 

There was no shuffling in the room that did not fit the fountain.

 

IF 2g HD, the owner of this gorgeous room.

 

‘Did his hair always have that color?’

 

It was a dull color that I did not want to get tangled with sweat, oil and dust.

 

'He looked like that?’

 

My face was a little rough and my tongue changed.

 

Her cheeks were red and her skin was white and half-gray.

 

The body, which was ungainly, rose like a precious child.

 

‘He’s completely different….’

 

The dress she was wearing was different.

 

What do you mean, she’s wearing a dress she’d probably have been given on her birthday once a year?

 

‘What, what, why? Go ...’

 

Clatier looked down at her dress.

 

If you choose the shabby and ungainly side here, it was you.

 

Clatier clenched his teeth.

 

“You—you’re more brazen than you thought?”

 

This kind of insidious child should be taught by himself.

 

I was not sure of the appearance of Clatier, who was without greeting.

 

“Isn’t it you who’s got the nerve to do it?”

 

“What, what?”

 

Clatier’s face was red and red, as if he didn’t know I was going to argue.

 

But this isn't the Marquis de Tarenka.

 

“You know, they come in without saying they’re going to visit, and they don’t say anything about the fire-hearts.”

 

“I’m here for you, an uninvited person, because you want to see me.”

 

“I am you?”

 

When asked in absurdity, Clatier bit his mouth tightly and glared at me. -

 

“...you have not learned, and I must understand, but I am not polite and unscrupulous.”

 

Clatier sat down on the couch, and said, “I’m not asking for anything.”

 

“If you have salt, you’re not going to be so extravagant.”

 

“I’ve been talking about myself since—”

 

“You’re not the Duke’s daughter.”

 

“I’m sorry,” I said, and I stopped breathing.

 

Clatier smiled as if he had stabbed the right tune.

 

“My dad did, you’re a bastard that your mother was born of betraying my uncle and bar rampies?”

 

“....”

 

“How dare you be so bold on such a subject, under the castle of Paeraton?”

 

I tried to stay calm, but my hands were shaking.

 

I’ve always heard that. It wasn’t something I’d be shocked about.

 

But it was more deeply in my chest than when I was at the Marquis of Tarenka.

 

I know the Duke of Paeraton, my father.

 

The fact that I might not be his biological daughter hurt me.

 

That was when.

 

[Occurring a sudden quest!]

 

A warning came to my eyes.

 

< I need cider! (SAIDA) (1) >

Is your throat choking?

Isn't it frustrating because your chest is tight?

What you need now, sir, is a cool buy to poke through the clogged stomach!

The reader of Ropan does not tolerate sweet potatoes!

 

“...Yes?”