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twelfth episode

 

I forgot the situation at the moment in the absurd quest.

 

Please take root of this sweet potato!

Blow me a soda full of carbonic acid!

 

- Conditions: Win a cider meal for Clatier

- Compensation: 2000 Cash Drawing Rights

- Quest Failure penalty: Releasing the reincarnation buff

 

sniff

 

What is it?

 

Why does it smell like my past life, which I am used to in a strange quest window?

 

I think I had a similar comment in my past life, but my soul as a reader of Ropan, who was stimulated by the quest content, shouted.

 

‘Yes, yes! You have to break all the sweet potatoes! Cider! Cider.’

 

[You accepted the quest.]

 

“You’ve realized now that you can’t say anything.”

 

Clatier smiled proudly, clearly misunderstood that she had been silent to check the quest.

 

“I’m glad you didn’t want to come. You’re supposed to teach me one thing like this...”

 

“Hey.”

 

Clatier’s face was hard, smiling.

 

“Gee, did you just tell me?”

 

“So who else is here?”

 

“How did you—”

 

Clatier shivered as if she had been insulted again, white and unseen.

 

“Did you have a weird head? Did you forget who I was?”

 

Clatier stared at me with fierce eyes. His face was distorted.

 

'I've never seen that look before.'

 

I leaned back obliquely against the armrest of my arm.

 

'Give me strength! The cider bombers, the ladies and sisters!'

 

"Well, I haven't even started a proper disregard yet?"

 

Clati Ega laughed at me when I said with a smile similar to my sisters.

 

“What’s wrong with you?”

 

“I’m sorry I ate wrong, but I’m eating too well.”

 

Clatier paused and looked at me.

 

The green eyes slowly scan me from top to bottom.

 

She twisted her mouth, as if to know.

 

"Oh!

~

You can not grasp the topic like this because you have been treated well by the duke and dressed in good clothes. "

 

Clothes? Why are you talking about clothes?

 

“I felt sorry for you, and my mother-in-law did me a favor, and you can’t know it as a right, it’s not yours.”

 

I heard you like admonition, and I felt a sense of sadness.

 

'What, so I'm all wearing good clothes so let's see it was a fertilization?'

 

It's ridiculous.

 

“You can’t be mistaken for being so cozy, and everyone hates being so cocky.”

 

“When did I ever be a cocky man?”

 

“You don’t know that, Haa, you were right.”

 

Clatier shook his head and sighed.

 

“You said you’d think it was light when you were treated as special, that you had to work for the lacerer but you’d give it food.”

 

Clatier’s expression was proud.

 

“But my father’s education was useless.”

 

As if he were saying the right thing, teaching me the wrong thing.

 

“You’re hated and kicked out by my uncle?”

 

I can not find any shade on my face when I wrap abuse in education.

 

Clatier saw all that.

 

I didn't eat a meal properly.

 

I was kicked out of the winter without a coat.

 

I was wiping a statue that was bigger than my height.

 

And the calf that hit the Marquis didn’t even make me lie down.

 

I saw everything.

 

And he would whisper to me.

 

“Oh, poor thing, I’d like to give you the cookies I left, but there’s no free one in life. It’s your fault. Come on.”

 

With a very proud face, I am so absorbed in my encouragement.

 

The hand on the armrest was pressed into its own.

 

“...I could be kicked out of the duke, as you say.”

 

Clatier smiled triumphantly at my words.

 

"Yes, if you understand, now--."

 

“But I don’t think I’m going to get kicked out for what I told you.”

 

I looked directly at Clatier.

 

And she smiled with a sense of superiority that she always had to do toward me.

 

“I’m cocky? Who dares to tell?”

 

I sat down deeply on my back and called Clatier with a face that seemed to come.

 

“The Marquis Marquis of Tarenka.”

 

Clatier paused, trying to say something.

 

“You dare say that I, a paeraton princess, is arrogant?”

 

A cold silence fell in the room.

 

Clatier, white, could not speak for a while.

 

'Christ,

Ropan Chamba!

 

I can't say this. The anger and injustice are filled with Clatier's big eyes.

 

It seems unfair that I am above the identity, which is far less than me.

 

“You, you—”

 

“You should call me a princess. Have you learned that much? Why don’t you look at Thro before you point out the other’s tricks?”

 

Clatier shut her mouth.

 

Even if I die soon, I do not want to call me "maid".

 

I know it's a little childish to do this with identity, but that's the first thing I started.

 

If I keep quiet because I do not want to be the same person alone, I only accumulate sweet potatoes.

 

'This is a good way to complete the quest.'

 

I glanced around.

 

But there was no sign of a notice.

 

'Do I have to get Clatier out of here?'

 

I saw Clatier, thinking so, and I saw his eyes immediately.

 

She was staring at me and started to pour out with a wobbly face.

 

“You don’t know how grateful you are for giving you such grace in my house, do you? I knew she was, but I didn’t know she was!”

 

favor

?”

 

“Yes! My son fed you, put you to bed, and cared for you!”

 

It was amazing.

 

Do you think that sincerely, knowing how I lived?

 

My head got cold.

 

“I gave it to me without throwing away the hard bread that I didn’t give to the maids, like I was going to dispose of the remaining meat just before it was damaged, and I had to eat it with gratitude. I didn’t give it all the time.”

 

I didn't eat properly, I didn't rest, I didn't sleep.

 

I always had to look at it and live in a corner.

 

How is that a care?

 

“That was abuse.”

 

“Abuse! How dare you insult my family? If it weren’t for us, you would have starved to death on the street! No matter how hard you learned—”

 

“You’re right.”

 

“What?”

 

“I didn’t learn.”

 

Clatier’s expression was strange.

 

I said, without regard.

 

“Your father took a huge amount of child support from the Duke of Paeraton and never “never” me.”

 

“... child support?”

 

“I didn’t even have a basic life, but of course I didn’t get any education.”

 

Clatier’s eyes shook wildly.

 

“So my dear cousin, Un-nee.”

 

I smiled at Clatier, who was so shaken.

 

“Don’t you have to show a little better than I’ve learned?”

 

“I’ve always been better than you! So you always hate me and I always love you!”

 

“Well, if you’re better than me, you’ll have to think about yourself before you blame others, and I don’t care about the other people’s eyes.”

 

Clatier jumped up, his temper rising with “profit!”

 

“Liar! You’re lying!”

 

She started to squeal at me.

 

“The Duke paid you? That can’t be! You’re a abandoned child! Your mother was an illegitimate child!”

 

“Can you take responsibility for that?”

 

Clatier nodded, his face full of agitations, as if he had been troubled but thought he couldn’t lose.

 

“Yes, yes!”

 

“I’ll name the Marquis of Tarenka

 

“Of course!”

 

“ Really?

Then let me ask you.”

 

Even if I am really illegitimate, it is a problem that Clatier made such a statement.

 

Marquis Tarenka, the young man insulted the Princess of Paeraton.

 

“What do you mean, you asked—”

 

“You said you could take responsibility.”

 

I grabbed the rope.

 

It was just Clatier and I in the room.

 

As soon as I heard of Clatier's visit, I told my maid sisters that I wanted to see them alone.

 

I was almost sure what would happen to Clatier because of his personality, but I did not want to show this.

 

“Now wait!”

 

Clatier reached out in horror.

 

But I was faster.

 

Clathier’s face was white with the line pulled.

 

Her eyes shook anxiously, rocking the door and me.

 

“You called, miss.”

 

Then the door opened and my maids came in.

 

“Yes, about the lineage of the Duke of Pae Laton in the Marquis of Tarenka.”

 

“Hh,

Hah! Aah!’

 

A loud cry interrupted me.

 

In surprise, Clatier saw that she was gathering the hustle, the multiplying and the forced.

 

There was no tears in his eyes, but his red face seemed to burst right away.

 

“Miss!”

 

The maids of Clati E, behind my maids, came out.

 

I shrank close to see the moistness of Lien in it.

 

“What’s going on, miss.”

 

“Huh, Huh, surely, Lière—”

 

Clatier managed to shed tears.

 

"Who made our good girl so upset! Who the hell is going!"

 

She stared at me, her eyes on Clatier.

 

I didn’t see Chama Lien.

 

"Well, I was just trying to give you some kind advice, Higok, oh, I was trying to help...!"

 

Clatier shivered like a poor bird.

 

I did not see any difficulty that had just spoken to me before.

 

What was more absurd was that Clatier was sincere.

 

I was not acting for sympathy, but I was crying that I was really unhappy.

 

“I’m just being cocky, Black, and bow to you ... he said we abused him!”

 

Clatier looked at me with his dog in Lien’s arms.

 

“Why, why are you saying such a bad thing? Did you hate me so much?”

 

The soaking snow of the publication seemed pathetic to bear.

 

“I came for you because I was worried about you.”

 

Lien jumped up, leaving Clati E to another maid.

 

I was as stiff as a stone in the appearance of Lee N who came to me with a thump.

 

'You don't have to be scared anymore, you idiot! He can't hit me!'

 

I cried to myself, but my hardened body did not touch my hand.

 

I didn’t want to, but the memory of being hit by Lien blindfolded me.

 

“How nice and sweet she was, and you’re talking about it.”

 

She came close and looked down at me. I felt more pressure, so I was more frightened.

 

'I know, I'm not afraid of anything.'

 

I tried to stay calm.

 

‘I’m fine now, I don’t tell him about it, it’s not like it was then.’

 

But his young body was trembling. His heart was frantic.

 

Then a soft hand pulled me back. It was Nancy.

 

And Anna settled in the gap in front of me, as if she were covering me from Lien.

 

“You are very arrogant in your manner.”

 

Lien seemed to be hurt by Anna, but she did not argue.

 

“...the princess says so much that she only wears it, and it’s not big enough to just wrap and spin a child like that. You’ve done wrong. You have to teach me.”

 

“What did she do wrong? Is she not the Marquis Young Ae who has done her harm?”

 

“I don’t think so! I’ve brought you a present today, for my cousin’s sake, so much for my lady. Would he have been a quarrel?”

 

“Yes!”

 

Clatier’s maid pushed the box out and agreed.

 

Clati E, who was looking at the situation, slipped in.

 

“I’ve brought you up, Hi, and the sun, and why are you being so mean?”

 

“...a gift?”

 

It was a strange feeling.

 

Clatier never even gave me the cookies left over.

 

But a gift.

 

I felt a sickness beyond the marvel.

 

The maid with the box in my question opened the lid with a smile.

 

Maybe I thought I was blinded by the gift.

 

“Now, my lady is careful to choose a dress!”

 

The green dress waved in the air as the maid touched.

 

“You wanted this.”

 

Clatier told me.

 

“You’ve never worn anything like this before.”

 

Earl Gul, who still had a crying period, looked very benevolent.

 

“I saw you sneaking around my dress.”

 

Clatier took the dress and came closer to me.

 

“Let’s make up. I’ll forgive you for what you said.”

 

I had a soft cloth in my hand.

 

Perhaps for Clatier, a dress that was small and unsuitable was wrapped in my hand.

 

“Thank you?”

 

Clatier asked me.

I give you an old dress as if it were a good match.

 

It was that moment.

 

“You’re talking about the subject of stealing my daughter’s clothes.”

 

A cold voice cut the room low.

 

Everyone in the room was a terrible, dangerous voice.

 

As if dragged by a magnet, everyone's gaze turned to the epicenter of the voice.

 

The Duke of Paeraton stood against the doorway, his smile very languid and violent.