It was two days later when Ellier sensed the subtle change in the attitudes of the servants.
âExcuse me, I have come to get my dinner.â
âOh my? Weâve run out of bread.â
âYes? In that case, even if itâs just soupâŠâ
âHow would there be soup left when thereâs no bread?â
âWhat?â
âThatâs right, who asked you to come so late?â
Ellier arrived at the same time she usually does, but it was strange that they said she was late.
Even the maids seated at the back were eating calmly.
There still was a soup pot atop the kitchen range, and it seems that there was some bread within the cloth-covered basket.
And, Ellier was quick witted.
It seems that she has incurred as much hatred towards her as in Ventiark Castle.
âHasnât it been about a month since arriving at the mansion? Even so, it seems that they had endured longer than Iâd expected.â
The slaveâs position, having been given the position of the lofty Dukeâs errand runner, was quite delicate.
If Ellier had been an ordinary maid, everyone would want to curry favour with her, or at the very least not be a nuisance, but when it was a slave, their pride wouldnât allow them to do so.
Even at the fact that Ellier came from the most lowly Rubelfast.
âThen, Iâll come two hours in advance tomorrow to collect it.â
âNo, you canât. How can the slave be served before others? Come an hour earlier than today.â
âBut at that time, I have physical trainingâŠâ
At Ellierâs response, a mocking light flickered past the faces of the maids around her.
âPhysical training? Aha! So youâre describing it as physical training, huh?â
âWell, it requires a lot of physical strength, so it can be seen as physical training. Isnât it so?â
The surrounding maids burst into laughter at the same time.
As Ellier stood there absentmindedly, she was rather disconcerted.
âSix oâclock in the evening! Iâll give you bread only when you arrive exactly at that time. You mustnât be late by a minute.â
âWho made such a law?â
âYouâre pretty cocky when youâre a slave. Just because His Grace thinks youâre a little pretty, you donât seem to see anything anymore?â
âHey, what do you expect? Perhaps you thought that as long as you bore a child, youâd even get the position of a mistress.â
âTsktsk, apparently slaves would roll around the sheets like that, well, thatâs the only thing that theyâve learnt.â
The maidsâ taunts and words of ridicule appeared indistinctly, but Ellier couldnât understand at all.
âWhat happened that made me be gossiped about as Slarhanâs, that b*stardâs, woman this time?â
No matter how much she thought about it, nothing has changed.
Although she would spar with Slarhan behind the warehouse every evening, it really for a short duration.
When she sparred with Slarhan, she would often roll about and break things, so she definitely didnât look lovely.
In any case, bread wouldnât appear even if she kept standing here.
Eventually, Ellier headed to her room, leaving behind the maids that kept ridiculing her maliciously.
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âAoong.â
âNox! Momâs backâ.
It was fortunate that she could bring Nox with her when she came to the capital.
If it wasnât for Nox, this life would have been much more difficult.
âIâm sorry, Nox, I couldnât get dinner today. Those bad girls in the kitchen used a very strange excuse, and didnât give me food.â
âMeow, meowâ.
Ellier sighed deeply.
She didnât mind starving. Although she was hungry, enduring hunger was a daily routine when she was at Rubelfast.
But the problem lay with Nox.
Perhaps it was because the first meal this peculiar and precocious cat ate bread for its first meal when it was starving, Nox paid no attention to small animals or insects, only eating bread.
Nox would ingest the meat in the soup that came with bread, but it would never eat raw meat.
Thanks to this, she was able to sit face to face with Nox and eat, which was the most enjoyable time for Ellier.
âWait a little while longer, Nox. When it gets darker, Iâll go through the trash can in the kitchen. There should be something there that I can feed you with.â
So what if Ellier had the soul of an Emperor? In order to find something to feed her little cat with, she had to rummage through the kitchenâs trash can.
Of course, she knew that if she went to Slarhan and told him about the happenings just now, she would be able to obtain todayâs bread.
But doing that was no different from turning all the servants in this mansion into her enemies.
Slarhan wouldnât always be able to protect her, so if she was hated for nothing, she wouldnât be able to escape unscathed right now.
She had always wanted to be Noxâs reliable owner, but it felt like she had become a mother cat that returned without finding food, making her feel depressed.
At that thought, Ellier sighed, and suddenly Nox meowed as it scratched at the window.
âNox?â
Just as Ellier turned her head, Nox successfully opened the window and ran out before Ellier could stop it.
âNox! Where are you going? Nox!â
But after Nox looked back at Ellier and let out a meow for her to relax, it soon disappeared within the darkness.
As Ellier craned her neck out of the window and looked around, she caught sight of that and wore her shoes immediately to leave in search of Nox.
Just then, Nox jumped past the window sill and entered the room instantly.
There was a loaf of bread held within his mouth.
âNya.â
âOh, my. Nox⊠Where did you get that?â
âNyaaaaa.â
Seeing from how he had returned instantly, the bread must have been brought over from someplace nearby, but there didnât seem to be a place outside the window that could produce such a fluffy bread.
Even still, the loaf of bread was warm and it was untouched by dust.
âIt canât be that you nipped the knightâs bread over?â
Unlike Ellier, who hesitated due to not knowing the source of the bread, Nox meowed as if it was asking for her to rip the bread quickly.
âYeah, it would all be eaten up anyways, so who would know? It wasnât stolen by me.â
After locking the door tightly, Ellier tore half of the loaf into small pieces and placed them onto a plate for Nox, with a water bowl next to it. She then ate the other half.
At the sight of Nox devouring the bread ravenously, the guilt of eating the bread with an unknown owner faded.
After all, no one will starve just because a single loaf of bread went missing in this luxurious mansion.
âThanks to you, Nox, I donât have to starve today. Thank you, Nox, you are such a smart and pretty kitty.â
Perhaps it understood Ellierâs praise, the satiated Nox had only yawned for a long time.
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âWelcome, Young Lord of the Kassir Marquisate. Itâs nice to meet you.â
âItâs an honour, Your Highness.â
âI hope that youâll call me by my name, Ellor.â
Ellor smiled brightly at Clyde, who visited the palace after receiving an invitation.
It has been roughly a week since the Emperor announced the competition between successors.
By now, Clyde should have already finished his calculations.
There wasnât any news that indicated his interest in Iris, Luria, or Lariette.
So when an invitation was sent, Clyde lived up to her expectations and came to Ellor immediately.
âIt is an honor to be granted permission to call you by your name. I would be happy if you call me Clyde too.â
âIâll be happy to do so, Clyde.â
Ellor tried her best to prevent her smile from being too visible.
After taking a sip of tea elegantly, Ellor appraised Clyde silently, before opening her mouth.
âWasnât the celebration last week amazing?â
ââŠIt was.â
âAlthough itâs still quiet, everyoneâs head must have been filled with complicated calculations.â
Clyde could roughly guess what Ellor was about to say, but paid more attention to her oddly calm attitude.
Currently, Ellor seemed to be pitying the other candidatesâ efforts that would be in vain, as she would obviously win the competition.
âIt would obviously have been so. This has never happened before, even from the days when Paldinas was a kingdom. But Your Highness, Ellor, seems to have made up your mind for some reason.â
âYouâre quick to catch on. Thatâs right. I have made up my mind. Iâve decided to be the Emperor.â
Ellor spoke assertively.
If it was the words of a young Princess, others would smile at her cuteness, but Ellor was neither young nor stupid.
Clyde lowered his voice slightly.
âDo you have a plan?â
âClyde. While this competition was inevitable, an advisor is really important. Iâm destined to be a chess piece wielded by the advisor.â
âThere wouldnât be anyone that would have such an irreverent attitude.â
âNo, it is true. In your eyes, arenât I just an Imperial descendant that you can use to wear the Emperorâs crown?â
At that moment, Clyde was rendered speechless. He didnât expect that she would broach the topic so honestly.
Just as Ellor had mentioned, it wasnât possible for any of the Imperial descendants to win this fight solely with their own brains.
Especially against the sly snake-like Emperor and the hard to read Slarhan VentiarkâŠ
âWhat is it that Your Highness is trying to say?â
âClyde, take my hand. Because Iâm the most suitable amongst your available choices.â
âYour HighnessâŠâ
âDonât you feel that itâs unjust that you canât inherit the Marquisate even though you possess such outstanding ability? But in actual fact, being a Marquis isnât the only thing that suits you.â
Ellorâs voice became more quiet.
âDonât you want the Emperorâs throne?â
âIâve never had such a disloyal heartâŠâ
âThen, conceive one from now onwards. Help me become the Emperor, and marry me. Then, Iâll be able to hand my position of Emperor to you.â
Goosebumps seemed to form on the back of Clydeâs neck. It was a proposal that was 100% consistent with his thoughts.
He didnât know how the Princess, who he thought was living in a flower garden without any thoughts, noticed his own idea.
âWhy⊠Why did you have such thoughts?â
âPfft! Clyde, you donât have to be that scared. I donât have any great plans. As you are aware, if I fall behind in this succession competition, my life would be like a candle in the wind. However, I want to live longer and enjoy this power and wealth. Is that a bad thing?
âAnyone would think the same way, as long as theyâre a human being.â
âIsnât that right? But I hate being troubled. Thatâs why Iâm not very interested in the Emperorâs position, which has to look after governmental affairs.â
Then, Ellor leaned forward and approached Clyde.
âBut youâre the right person for that position, and youâre someone that can perform well. What do you think? Donât you think our interests match perfectly?â
There was nary a sign of apprehension on Ellorâs smiling face.
As such, Clyde became even more dubious.
He wondered how she could be so confident when it came to such a major issue.
âThen, I can also choose another Princess.â
wouldnât it be possible for him to choose another princess?â
âOh my! Are you now in the mood to be honest? But since youâre smart, youâd probably know, right? Iris is greedy, so she would want herself to occupy the throne. As for Luria, it isnât good for me to speak as sheâs my sister, but thereâs nothing for you to look forward to in this regard. To put it bluntly, sheâs too stupid.â
âThen, what about Her Highness, Lariette?ââ
Elorâs eyebrows flinched for a moment at the sound of Larietteâs name.
This was because an afterimage of her past life flashed by momentarily.
But Ellor vowed once again, this life is different.