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 14th episode

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The green dress Clatier forced into fell to the ground.

The Duke of Paeraton's guvals crushed de las.

Clatier stared at it blankly.

This can't be happening.

‘Yes, yes, you’re misunderstood.’

I thought the Duke said he stole my crab dress.

'He must have swore at my uncle!'

Clatier ran and grabbed the hem of the Duke of Pa Eraton.

“Do you hate Tier, Uncle?”

She looked up at her face and said, "It was lovely to see anyone.

The Duke of Paeraton’s gaze went to Clathier.

“Well, I’ll forgive you if you hate T-E!”

Clatier smiled broadly, brighter than the sun.

“I was deceived by a lie!”

The Duke of Paeraton’s eyes narrowed.

Clatier covered her mouth with her hands, her face.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to do this, because my sister’s fault is to be covered by my sister.”

Clatier stretched her eyebrows with a worried face.

Unlike his charming attitude, he was a decent and decent person.

“I apologize, Uncle, but forgive my cousin.”

Clatier bought the hem of her dress and grabbed it and bent her knees.

It was cute that a cute little lady greeted her somewhat as if she were a little awkward.

The lips of the Duke of Paeraton, who was silent and looking at it, opened slowly.

“Forgiveness.”

My daughter.

dare you.

But Clatier did not see the expression of the Duke of Paeraton.

In the meantime, the Duke of Paeraton was consciously and unconsciously killing his spirit in front of his daughter.

It was because of the surprise of the youngest daughter when she used the Magi to the previous vassals.

It was a comfort to Clatier, as it was when he first met the Duke of Pae Laton.

And of course, I'm asking you what's wrong with you

I thought.

She said, 'Yes!' and called out a cheer.

Of course, his expression was half-and-half-worryed.

“Because I lied to my uncle, I stole the dress.”

It was a funny lie.

I can’t believe he’s been brazen about a subject he’s never had a new dress, let alone a dress.

“I understand, I think you’ve lied to him because you wanted to be a little bit pretty.”

Clatier sighed, exhaled, and looked up at my cousin’s sister.

It was her benevolent sister’s face.

“But swearing at me is not helping.”

Her hand was full of strength.

You can't like Clatier.

but

I envy you...

'

The action of Clatier, who ran to the province and played a charming and charming manner, made his heart feel strange.

I can not imagine that God's actions will come back to any rejection or outward side because I am growing up with a lot of love.

‘...The Duke is my father.’

Maybe it wasn't blood, but the gold is my dad.

It was Clatier who acted like a daughter.

'I can never do that.'

I know how sick it is to be rejected, rejected, turned away, and heard the word 'you do not need'.

So I'm not sure if you're gonna

Like a blade with a close edge, the voice cutting Clathier’s words was sharp and cold.

Clatier noticed that the planting of the Duke of Paeraton was different from my thoughts.

As soon as I met my red eyes, I was afraid that I had forgotten.

“What are you talking about—”

“The day I went to take my daughter to the Marquis of Tarenka.”

I couldn't.

The Duke looked down and looked at his clothes, which were crumpled from her little hand.

“That lie is what you’re mistaking.”

The city line, which was looking at her daughter's hand, headed back to Clatier.

“I couldn’t have stolen the dress, could I? I just wanted to give it to you—”

“So what’s the dress I saw?”

The Duke of Paeraton suppressed the pressure that naturally spewed out of me as much as possible.

He took her hand, which was full of strength. Very soft.

Sruk, in the hands of the Paeraton princess, his strength was drained.

“Why you were wearing de lass, which you prepared for my daughter.”

“...!”

Hook, the blue eyes of the Paeraton princess swelled.

Oh.

Enlightenment fell on the top of the head like a thunderbolt.

“What’s this rat with the sniffle?”

“You don’t think this little phaeraton princess is the one who’s been a little bit of a phaeraton.”

That day.

That's what I said.

'I don't like it, not because I'm too bad--'

She looked up.

I met the Duke of Paeraton.

It was like I’d been looking at her before.

Not Clatier, who behaves so lovingly.

I do not know what to do with my head down, just like I looked at myself who did not know what to do.

She was sure of it the moment she had it in her eyes.

'You were talking about my dress.'

Anger at the Marquis of Tarenka, who had made him such a shame, his daughter and paeraton princess.

'I didn't like it, so I wasn't doing it because I couldn't.'

Is it true?

You really think so?

Deep down in my heart, I heard a suspicious voice.

She would have listened to it.

so that you can not be hurt.

But I didn’t want to hear it now.

“What do you mean ... that was my dad buying me to wear it for my birthday!”

The panicked Clatier screamed.

“Marquis Tarenka?”

Do you think that’s the subject?

I could read the back words without saying it out loud.

“Every year! You always gave me a pretty dress as a surprise on my birthday!”

“Every year.”

“It’s my dress! It’s not that little girl’s dress—Ker—”

Suddenly my breath was blocked.

Clatier crooked and grabbed her neck.

The Duke of Paeraton did nothing, even reaching for Clathier.

But the black darkness stretched out toward her.

Darkness that would swallow even the shadows.

The ominous and ferocious energy sat on the subject of the pik, which shook Clatier.

“What did you say?”

“Everybody did, because you and Liendo are incompetent—Huh-oh-oh-oh!”

Clatier swallowed, looking blue.

The black darkness was standing in front of her nose.

The darkness that seemed to swallow me in a bite ate a little space and inflated my body.

“Oh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah—”

The sound of the unspeakable sound came with tears, and the hair and dress that had been dressed up was soaked with sweat that it became numb.

“Did you hear any rumors about me?”

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.

“You don’t want to be generous because you’re old enough.”

“Huh, uh, black—”

Clatier said nothing.

I wasn’t even ready to talk.

I tried to figure out the situation now in the city where fear and confusion narrowed.

But the more it did, the less it did.

'Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?'

Why am I shivering like a bug and crawling on the floor?

'It's not me, it's not me!'

This is not my thing.

'What's right for this is--'

Clatier’s eyes were on him, and he was looking up at his cousin, who was in the arms of the Duke of Paeraton.

“That’s him!”

To be despised, to be disgraced, to be ridiculed and ridiculed.

It was all hers.

'It's wrong! It's wrong! It's completely turned around!'

The Duke of Paeraton is his own.

Not the fake princess she was born out there!

'Why is he in there?'

That is so precious, holding it warmly, lovingly being rewarded.

That's my cut!

“My...my bad luck stealing my place.”

Ttuk.

Clatier’s words never went on.

It was not that the black energy was pressing her.

The eyes of the red-hot Duke of Paeraton.

I wonder if that coward burns at the bottom of hell.

As soon as I met the eyes, my lungs were hardened and my voice did not even come out.

Fear.

Only the sharp sensation that pierced the flesh, which reached the end of her life, dominated her whole body.

“You’re already urging death.”

“Sa, Sa, save, save—”

The Duke of Paeraton stared at Clatier, who begged for his life, covered in liquid that might be tears or sweat.

A person would feel the least sympathy for the child's plea, but his eyes did not contain any emotion.

For a moment or a moment, the Duke of Paeraton spoke after an eternity.

“...yeah, it would be better to be alive.”

He made a cold conversation.

"Get out!”

* * * *

'What the hell happened?'

I glanced at the Duke, drinking the milk with the honey Anna had given me.

As soon as Clatier called me a retard, the darkness suddenly came to me.

I didn’t see anything and I didn’t hear anything.

I was embarrassed, but I wasn’t so scared.

The darkness that surrounded me was somehow bloated and comfortable.

Like a night when you can close your eyes and relax.

Above all, the paeraton ball hand holding my body tightly held me up.

When my vision returned and my ears began to hear, everything was over.

Neither Claty nor her maids were seen.

I sipped the honeyed milk that I had handed out from his lap because the Duke had not let me down.

delicious

“Your Majesty.”

Then the door opened, the employees, the knights, and the vassals who were in the house today.

They knelt under the Duke's feet without even looking up.

“...?”

Go, what's the matter with you?

It was a tight, tight atmosphere.

Like questioning sinners who have been brought in.

“There’s a bug in my house today.”

The Duke of Paeraton opened his mouth languidly.

“I’ve eaten up what I shouldn’t have touched, even if I’ve come in.”

His voice was as soft as a melting chocolate, but also as distinct as a creepy.

“How do we sin against those who fail to manage our homes?”

A cold gaze directed at the men on the floor.

“Ju, kill me, sir!”

“I’m not in the wrong place.”

“I have harmed your youngest child by misjudgment, and I will pay you back for your life!”

Uh...

It was like something I saw in a historical drama.

I looked at them a little bit.

'

But you’re not really going to die, are you?

Oh, no?

“You don’t have to taint my hand.”

I shook my head, though I was embarrassed by the Duke of Paeraton.

'No matter what, I'm not gonna do this.'

That's what it's like in historical dramas.

'Kill me, 'Zunha!' There was no one who actually took the pill.

It was such a relief.

Srung-

With a low blackness, the knights pulled out my sword.

He put it on my neck without delay.

The blades of the well-prepared sword shone blue in the light.

Huck!

'

I looked around in surprise, but I seemed to be the only one who was shaken in this room.

The grieving face of the man who is determined to die,

‘Oh, this is going to be a real thing!’

“No!”

I cried out without knowing it.

Then my red eyes turned to me. I could not find any emotion.

“They have not done their duty. Those who have done wrong must pay for it.”

The Duke’s face was too scary.

But I could not keep quiet about the death of Saram in front of me.

“Sar, my cousin’s only here to play! So there’s no reason to stop Clathier from entering.”

His eyes narrowed.

“Then there was an argument, and they said they were growing up in the fight—”

“I’m sorry,” said the Duke of Paeraton, who had been locked in his throat for a moment.

“Erkel.”

“Yes, sir, you’re usually right about your youngest girl.”

The Duke said, “Yes, the average child is like that . .” and brushed his chin.

“So you don’t have to be punished.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, and the Duke of Paeraton stared down at me. Something strange.

“...you have a beard.”

Beard? To me? I'm a fluffy baby.

He was sore at the sound of the noise that he brushed my mouth.

White milk was buried in an elegant finger.

'Oh!'

I was embarrassed by the angle of life that I was buried and eating, but I had to play more than that.

Cold.

The Duke of Paeraton sucked the milk from his finger.

“Dal.”

“....”

I don't know.

What the hell is this guy, what is he thinking?

But I know for sure that he is really handsome.

That line was such a man...I would have been so creepy.

God referred to him, he thought, and I don’t think it’s just bad.’

Anyway, the quintile in the room was clearly attached to the previous one.

The Duke waved his hand at the men, meaning to leave.

The people who survived the death rose up with a cautious attitude.

'Somehow he looks at me burdensomely...'

It was that moment.

[The group of Paeraton dukes' vassals are grateful for the reader's grace.]

[The Duke of Paeraton's chief aide, Erkel Jajak, admires the reader.]

[Heinz, the chief butler of the Duke of Paeraton, feels grateful and respectful for the reader's grace.]

[The deacon maid and servant group of the Duke of Paeraton feel a sense of gratitude and respect for the reader's grace.]

[The spirit of the reader in the Paeraton family is greatly increased.]

[5000 cash is paid.]

My eyes opened like a hammer.

'Oh, five thousand cash?!'