Taming Her Highness the Princess

11 – Slightly different appearance (4)

Jenial came out of the private room and put her hand in the inside pocket of her coat. It was to wipe away the sweat he shed while treating Ireah.

But as Jennie Earl took his handkerchief from his inside pocket, he had no choice but to change his mind. It was because the handkerchief was bloody all over and he couldn’t use it to wipe his sweat.

‘…… Is it the handkerchief I wiped my face in the back alley yesterday?’

Jenny Earl recalled his memory once. He apparently cooperated with the police and guards in interrogation until late at night, then went back to the mansion and fell asleep.

When she woke up, her younger sister told her to take a bath and leave, so she simply washed herself. After he got out of the bath, he quickly changed his clothes and went outside so as not to be late for class.

In the process, he came out wearing the same coat he wore yesterday. He didn’t even check inside, driven by the compulsion to go to class on time.

Unlike the coat, which was cleaned of blood on the outside using magic, the handkerchief was soaked with blood, so I didn’t feel like using it.

In addition, this is not my own blood, but the blood of disgusting heretics. It was so disgusting that I wanted to burn it right away, so I didn’t want to use it even if I washed it.

‘I’ll have to throw it away.’

I felt like I would only get negative if I kept it for nothing. Jeniel looked away while looking for a nearby trash can, and met eyes with Luinel, who was looking up at him with a strange expression.

‘What is it?’

I don’t know why he’s staring at me like this. Jenny Earl hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to say, but decided to just ask what he wanted to ask normally.

“Do you know of a place to dump garbage nearby?”

“Ah. If it’s trash, you can give it to me. I will throw it away separately.”

…… Was Ruinel originally such a kind knight? Jenny Earl passed over his handkerchief, puzzled by his snarl on the first day.

“Take it.”

Louis Nell takes the handkerchief with both of her hands. Louis Nel, who had been quiet for a while while holding his handkerchief, began to speak with a serious expression.

“I have no face.”

“…… What?”

“I…… I thought that the professor was the type of person who, like other famous Young master, was narcissistic and lived in his pride. But I didn’t know that he secretly took the risk of shedding blood, not enough to do his best for Your Highness.”

I understand what you mean, but the focus of emotion is off. Stunned, Jenny Earl pointed to his handkerchief to point out what Ruinel had said.

“I’m sorry, but the blood on that handkerchief is not mine.”

“…… Yes. I am well aware. It must mean not to inform His Highness.”

“I’m not kidding, it’s not really my blood.”

“Okay. I will bear in mind the professor’s deep will to be considerate of Her Highness. Then I will go to assist Your Highness.”

Respectfully bowing his head, Louis Nell folds his handkerchief and puts it into his bosom. Then he opened the door to the private room and went inside.

“No, throw it away… ….”

It was absurd, but he didn’t seem to be listening to me even if I pointed it out, so he decided to leave it alone.

‘There… ….’

There are places I need to drop by right now.

*

The main palace, Jung Seo-ryeong’s office.

Sarak─

Demar, who piled up numerous papers on his desk, was engrossed in his work. Since the emperor, who was suffering from illness, had entrusted most of the work to the lieutenant colonel, Demar, there was no time to rest.

Documents that do not need to go to the emperor are sealed by Demar, a junior lieutenant, with the title of acting emperor, and documents that need to be handed down to the emperor are taken out and organized separately.

I was handling the papers one by one with relatively quick hand movements, but there was still a mountain of work to be done.

Maybe I will have to sleep less and work overtime today. However, since it was to serve the country and His Majesty, Demar had no complaints.

Drinking a cup of coffee with all the ice melted, Demar continued to review the paperwork. Seeing Demar like that made Obain, the elder butler of the Malaig family, very worried.

‘You skipped lunch and have been working for eight hours already… ….’

At this rate, I’m worried that he might be leaving this world before the emperor. That’s not to say it’s not, isn’t that the amount of work that wouldn’t be strange if you collapsed from overwork?

However, he couldn’t disturb the head of the family who was so absorbed in his work, so Ovine had no choice but to stand by and watch.

Smart-

In the meantime, a knocking sound comes like sweet rain. Ovine, who wanted Demar to be able to rest even a little bit, said with a smile on his face.

“My lord. It looks like a guest has come to visit. Would you mind opening the door?”

Buried in his papers, De Mar answered without raising his head.

“Let me open it. If you look at the footsteps, it sounds like my son.”

Did you even hear footsteps outside the door while working? Secretly admiring, Obain nodded and walked to the entrance of his office and opened the door.

Standing beyond the open door was Jeniel Malaig, whom Ovine knew well. Jeniel bowed lightly to Ovine and walked into the office.

“How are you, father?”

Even though his son greeted him, he was absorbed in reading the lines on the document. Demar put aside the papers he had read and took out a new one.

“Your Majesty’s health is getting worse and worse, how dare I, a servant, be strong?”

“…… I must have made a mistake.”

“It has been done. You and I will both be busy with the affairs of the court, so keep your business simple.”

“Okay. Then, please suggest to Her Majesty that Her Highness go out. Without an escort aside from me.”

The movement of the fountain pen, which continued to write, stopped for an instant. He quickly regained his composure, but when he finished the seal, he closed the papers and looked up.

I can see that his solemn face is wrinkled in his eyes. Demar looked at Jeniel with a somewhat incomprehensible face, then quietly opened his mouth.

“That’s a problem that can’t be overcome with business alone. Do you really not know that common sense does not allow the imperial family to leave the palace without an escort?”

“I don’t know. However, in order to solve the urgent problem, you need to get rid of the escort and go out. All the more so because it shouldn’t be in the public eye.”

“Because what is the urgent problem you are talking about?”

“That… ….”

It was to let Irea know that Mandel, who had approached him in a friendly way, was actually on the side of heresy. Mandel would periodically hold a meeting place masquerading as a ball and do all sorts of ugly things there.

However, to Irea now, Count Mandel must be just a kind and considerate nobleman, so it is virtually impossible to persuade him with words.

So, by raiding the scene, Irea is trying to witness Mandel’s ugliness with her own eyes. Because that’s the fastest way to remove Mandel, who is like a cancerous mass.

But if I told my father about this, I’m sure I’ll get scolded for saying nonsense. Count Mandel was wearing the mask of a kind and exemplary aristocrat at court.

As expected, it would be more appropriate to tell lies that would work rather than tell the truth that would not work. After shaking her head for a moment, Jenial opened her mouth as calmly as possible.

“As an educator, I intend to hide the identity of the imperial family and enshrine Your Highness in the social church in order to enhance his sociability. So, on this outing, I want you to pass on a high-profile escort.”

On the surface, it wasn’t a lie. It was true that Irea was taken to the social church (prom, to be precise).

“Your Highness always lives only in the imperial palace except for when he goes out with His Majesty the Emperor. So it goes without saying that you don’t know how to treat others. If Your Highness becomes an adult like this, he will not be able to see human nature and will not be able to distinguish between right and wrong.”

The absurdity in Demar’s eyes went away a little when he made the excuse that it was part of his education. De Mar took off his glasses and set them down on his desk to listen more.

“Your Highness has lived a life of being revered, so you must not know what a cult is. Not knowing social ties means not being able to treat others on an equal footing, and that could lead to damaging the national prestige of the empire when talking to the heads of other countries.”

“Hmm.”

Demar’s expression changes quite seriously. After hearing it, it was judged that what his son said had some truth.

In addition, it is not about escaping the system, but about taking them to a social church within the system. In a system where the police and guards patrol every hour, it is difficult for the princess to get angry.

Also followed by her own son, Jennie Earl, though she bites off her other escorts. Jenny Earl’s magical skills are outstanding even in his own eyes as a great mage.

So, he was confident that his son would be able to protect the princess no matter what danger might come. Although there would be no danger from a social church in the first place.

“Good.”

After connecting all those judgments, Demar granted Jeniel’s request.

“Let me speak to Your Majesty once more. It is likely that Her Highness would allow it, since Her Majesty the Emperor has always not been very happy about living only in the imperial palace.”

After asking his father’s permission, the rest was a breeze. Jenny Earl bowed his head deeply toward his father, feeling genuine gratitude.

“Thank you. I will tell Your Highness separately.”

“Yes. There is no time for another sad talk, so please leave.”

Jenial is unusually flustered. He is, indeed, a father I haven’t seen in a long time. It was only natural that he would like to talk a little more.

“But-“

“Go away. I did not raise you to be pampered.”

I couldn’t continue the story since he came out so resolutely. Jeniel gave a bitter smile, nodded, and left the office.

Demar lets out a low sigh as his son leaves the room. Demar also wants to talk more with his son, but this murderous job has taken away even that.

“The butler.”

But I should have been able to afford a little bit of leeway.

“From now on, I will write down some medicines, so buy them and pass them on to my son. As always, I don’t give it to you, but you, the butler, give it to me.”

You’re here again. Butler Ovine replied with an awkward smile.

“Okay. If you write down a list, I will buy it right away and give it to you.”

After he nodded, Marr took out a piece of paper and started writing down the name of the medicinal material.

“You seem to be having a lot of trouble these days, but your complexion is not good. I feel like I’ve lost weight somehow and I can’t seem to sleep well. It’s like having anxiety, so this medicine is also important. And again…….”

De Mar muttered to himself and continued to add to his list of medicinal herbs. Obain, who was smiling at first, broke down into tears when his list of medicines exceeded thirty.

‘My lord, please… ….’

Anyway, if he wanted to get all the medicine, it was likely that Obain would have to work overtime as well.

*

Meanwhile, Irea, left alone in her private room, calmed down her shame after her desperate efforts. As she manages to allay her shame, an unpleasant question pops into her mind.

‘…… She didn’t even lust at all?’

She wasn’t just that she didn’t lust. Jeniel clearly said that he hadn’t even had a ‘sense of lust’. Really, is that even possible?

But the expression was so insensitive that it seemed like it was real. It hurts my pride, so I clenched my fists on their own.

‘It’s a lie.’

One of the few strengths Irea herself could claim was her breasts. It was thanks to the fact that men liked women with large breasts after overhearing the dirty talk of her ladies-in-waiting.

Of course, I didn’t overhear it on purpose. The ladies-in-waiting were surprisingly inattentive, so they talked about this and that in all kinds of places, so it was natural to hear them when living in the lotus palace.

Based on her words, she said that among the ladies-in-waiting, there was no woman with bigger breasts than herself, so she naturally realized that she had bigger breasts among women.

The reason why she provoked Jennie Earl this time was because of her confidence. After all, Jeniel was only a man, so he judged that he would be caught in his provocation.

However, it was Irea who was rather embarrassed by her. It is both resentful and sad, and it feels like someone is poking me in the heart with a needle.

“Your Highness.”

At that time, Ireah’s shoulders trembled at the sound of her voice behind her. Hick!? Surprised Cat Looking back at her with her eyes closed, she was looking at Ruinel with a puzzled expression.

“Since her treatment is finished, shouldn’t we go back soon?”

When did you come? Ireah, who wiped her heart in surprise, nodded her head and stood up from her seat. But for some reason, her steps do not fall.

It seemed that she would not be able to go through the day without letting out the question that was gnawing at her heart. So, Irea mustered up the courage to look at her Ruinel.

“Ruinel. Can I ask you something?”

Is it because they want to ask something, so they give a notice in advance? I’m not sure what it was, but she smiled happily at Ruinel, who was always welcome to share her story with Irea.

“Yes. What are you curious about?”

“That… ….”

Her face is slightly redder than usual. Ireah, who looked around and noticed her, put her right hand to her mouth and whispered quietly.

“Me, I wonder if she is not attractive as a woman…… ?”

A very serious voice trembled with anxiety. She found it so absurd that Ruinel was at a loss for words without even realizing it.