The Troublemaker Daughter of the Grand Duke Wants To Live Alone - Chapter 109

“The Second Prince and the Grand Princess are coming out!”

It has been five years since I first met Demimore when I was nine years old. Finally, at the age of 14, we are getting engaged.

Demimore preferred a small banquet if one had to be held, but one nonetheless took place in the banquet hall of the imperial palace. Due to her restrictions on exposure to the outside world, Demimore’s mother was not present. The emperor was also absent because of his busy schedule.

I experience this each time I come to the Imperial Palace. The atmosphere here is very different from that of Conler’s Castle. When I first stepped foot into the Imperial Palace five years ago, I thought it was warm because it had good lighting and lots of colors. However, as I’ve gotten older, it doesn’t feel warm at all.

Isn’t it a little strange to have the sun engraved in every arch window like this, even if the imperial palace is a place where the sun never sets? It is similar to being brainwashed.

The ceiling, which was high enough to be on the third floor, was adorned with stunning chandeliers. The chandeliers may have had magic engraved on them to make them shine even brighter.

Now, I’m accustomed to seeing that kind of magic.

This ability appeared to me as a lie when I was nine years old…… However, it does not appear to be very good.

Although I can see a magic spell, that doesn’t mean I can identify the type of magic it uses. Additionally, this ability was used in antiquity, but because it was difficult to use and ineffective, it was rarely used in the modern era. This is because it requires infusing an enormous amount of mana into an object.

Because it was more complex and challenging than simply memorizing a mathematical formula, the progress in my study with Logan on this ability was slower.

According to Logan, it’s possible that my talent was awakened as a result of the fact that I spent so much time in a place devoid of magic before abruptly arriving in the Grand Duchy, which is rife with powerful magic. Furthermore, I have frequent contact with the underworld.

Miss Kitty, they say cats can see spiritual things.

Spiritual things…. Can this be considered spiritual?

“What did you mean earlier?”

Clap

People started applauding as Demimore and I entered the banquet hall. It never occurred to me to get engaged during such a celebration.

Oh, I can see my brothers casting a disapproving glance.

I waved at them more enthusiastically. When Theodore noticed it, he lowered his clapping hand and shook it up and down. He was indicating to me to settle down. I waved at them more slowly while nodding. Does this make me appear elegant? Theodore finally gave me the okay after that.

Demimore smiled at those who were congratulating us and whispered something that only I could hear. I lightly disregarded it and simply smiled because I wasn’t as skilled at ventriloquism as Demimore.

“What do you mean you knew what was going to happen to my mom?”

“Despite living in the palace, you don’t know much; the palace is a dangerous place.”

Demimore gave my nebulous remarks a slight frown before grinning once more and turning to face the crowd. Demimore is undoubtedly attractive. Silver hair that shines as brightly as the moon in the night sky and eyes that look as though the most exquisite ruby was used to create them. If I raised my head, I could hardly meet his eyes because they were so high.

When did you grow up like this? Although I didn’t raise him, I had an odd sense of pride.

Having such a beautiful child as my fiance makes me proud. Even if it is a political engagement between the imperial family and the Grand Duchy.

Ah really, what a life.

Demimore made such a big deal about not wanting to do it, but he still got engaged to me.

It’s not a big deal, of course, but…….

Although Demimore and Astina have spoken over the past five years, they are not as close as I initially believed. They appeared to only see one another as their best friend’s fiance or their fiance’s best friend.

When they are together, they are kind to one another. It did not, however, appear to turn into a rational favor.

But…

I continue to see the two of them in my dream, just as in the original plot. Astina claims that what I feel is not love while Demimore considers me to be a pain.

Because of the original story that I kept dreaming about, I am forced to live on edge.

No, if they get along well enough. I’ll calmly let them go.

I will never ask someone to harm Astina just because I was rejected.

I wanted to go see Cameron with a bow and arrow after learning that he was the true culprit. Hestia cheered for me, but I held it in.

Nevertheless, I’m putting up with it because I’ve been told that at the time, we obtained very favorable terms for our trade rights with the Kingdom of Lacom.

Since then, I haven’t seen Cameron, and I’ve heard that Count Stein’s beloved hunting territory has been taken from him. Brian is also detained.

Even though I didn’t see Cameron at the palace today, I brought a bow just in case.

“What a pair!”

“The prince at last accepted the Grand Princess.”

Behind us, people spoke in a dignified tone. It appeared to be a word of congratulations at first, but there was a strange bone.

Some people believe that the reason I’m getting engaged is because I pleaded with him.

I persisted in making an effort to keep my elegant smile, despite the broken mark on my forehead. My face muscles tightened as a result.

Is the life of a celebrity this difficult?

“By the way, although it is the prince’s engagement, the emperor will not be present…….”

“The Empress was there, I’m sure you noticed.”

“The second prince must be disappointed,”

A few whispers caught my attention. That is extremely rude. They didn’t appear to feel compelled to conceal it. Demimore, are you holding this in?

Demimore looked down at me and smiled, as if he could feel my piercing stare. Demimore’s innocent, cheery smile sapped my will to fight.

He has no desire for the throne. He has no interest in winning because of this.

Jasper always asks me to give Demimore some wind, but will it work if he doesn’t have any desire to win?

Oh…

Life is full of ups and downs.

There are a lot of things that will happen in the future.

The engagement banquet was not as much as I thought.

Demimore asked for my understanding before going to his academy friends who were present at the banquet. I didn’t want to get in between them, so now I’m alone.

People seemed to be gathering in groups of two or three and slowly looking around to approach me. I swerved around those individuals and hid in the corner.

I didn’t want to see the people who were earlier talking behind Demimore and me. Talking to other people, the nobles, during these formal and social occasions still left one uneasy.

After visiting Princess Lausanne’s salon several times, I mastered the art of avoiding conversation. It worked well, considering it was my first time attempting it in such a crowded area.

I was standing there aimlessly, circling the corner.

Demimore can be seen conversing with others in the distance with a cheerful expression.

My brothers are probably looking for me based on the fact that they were snooping around the banquet hall. They are probably anxious because they haven’t seen me, but if I go to them, people’s eyes will be drawn to us.

But if they don’t see me for too long, there will be a big fuss, so I should get ready a little more and leave.

Oh, and that dessert looks delectable.

Is that a cake made with tropical fruits from the Kingdom of Lacom?….

Even though it was a precious fruit exported by the Grand Duchy, I couldn’t eat it easily.

As I continued to look at the cake, it appeared in front of me.

What! Did I get psychokinesis?

“Sister!”

Rex emerged from behind the cake. Even though I had seen him earlier, I couldn’t help but smile when I saw him now. How did you know I wanted to eat this cake? The only person who truly understands how I feel is Rex.

Rex wore a blue suit that matched his eyes today. His soft, honey-like blonde hair matched it, giving him the appearance of an angel in the sky. People often claim that eating sweets improves their mood when they’re unhappy, but can you really feel happier just by staring at them?

I didn’t raise Demimore, but Rex was like someone I did. He grew up like this and brought his sister dessert.

Logan frequently remarks that Rex is more composed and mature than I am, but I am certain that the pride I experience whenever I see Rex is comparable to what parents experience when they see their children.

“Thank you. I really wanted to eat this.”

“You really like this fruit.”

Rex brought me a cake, which I cut with a fork. The side with the smooth cut appeared very sweet and delectable. I was so anxious this morning that I was unable to properly eat.

I noticed that my tense muscles were relaxing after smiling nonstop. I ate the cake with pleasure. My mouth melted away from the cake. Like eating clouds, that is. I was enjoying the cake on the tip of my tongue and hadn’t yet swallowed it. Suddenly, I noticed tears falling from Rex’s eyes as he looked at me!