Dietrich was only an eight-year-old child, but he had no affection, so I sometimes couldnât believe he was a child. 1
âMaybe heâs reincarnated like me.â
The noontime sunshine shines over Dietrichâs dense eyelashes. He moving his little mouth and chewed a piece of steak that was served as a special treat.
âIf you look at it like this, he looks no different from porcelain dolls.â
Unlike Alfonso, who is treated very valuable in Lagrange, Dietrich didnât have a tutor who taught the etiquette, but he cut the steak gracefully with a straight posture.
On the other hand, I struggled to eat steak because I was too busy holding the knife properly.
âHow long has it been since I had meat?â
Why canât I eat it when itâs right in front of my eyes?
The thought of a large chunk of steak flies into the sky because it canât be eaten makes me want to cry.
It was the first time that meat was served as a meal in Dahlia, so my mouth was watery just by the smell, but the thick meat was too tough to cut with my plump hands.
âWhy arenât you eating?â
Dietrich sat opposite me and had already emptied his bowl halfway, he tilts his head. He looked at the meat I tried slaughter and reached out his hand to take my plate.
âMy mit.â [my meat]
He must think Iâm not going to eat, so heâs going to eat it. I bowed my head with regret tears. 1
âYes, itâs better for Dietrich to eat it, than not to eat it at all,â
âWhere are you going?â
When I slithered down from the high dining table chair, Dietrich frowned while cutting the steak.
âGo up again.â 2
He came down from his seat, put me on the road chair, and returned a plate of chopped steak.
I laughed as I looked down at the meat, which seemed more sparkly than before on a gold-glowed vine-carved plate. 3
âYou took it to cut it off!â
I have to reflect on my suspicion about him for a moment because there was a history of he not giving out the rabbit meat caught in the past. 5
âDetteli, thank you.â
He resumed the meal and ignoring my gratitude. I use a fork to stab the steak that has been sliced to fit the size of my mouth and I put it in my mouth.
âUhh, delicious.â
Itâs a taste that made me sigh. Even I, who had never eaten expensive meat was convinced that it was very high in quality just from the meat texture that melted gently in the tip of my tongue.
âDonât eat while crying.â 4
âUm.â
I held back my tears, breathing in Dietrichâs words. I donât really want to cry. 2
âI think itâs hard to control my tear glands because Iâm young.â
âWhy would you give me meat?â
âItâs Derrick Lagrangeâs birthday.â
Dietrich never referred to Derreck as his father.
âWell, I wouldnât want to call such a man fatherâs man.â
Can a man who has a child and doesnât raise them properly, and doesnât even know his child face properly be called a father?
âIâll pretend this is my birthday.â
You donât even know when your childrenâs birthday, youâre really a very funny guy.
The meat on the table to celebrate Derek Lagrangeâs birthday would have made my appetite drop, but I try didnât care about it and put the plump meat until the last piece into my mouth.
âThe meat is innocent.â 4
Delicious.
The meat is just delicious. I extended my hand to the servant, who smiled and took care of the dessert.
âGiv it tume, too.â (Give it to me, too)
âOh, dessert is served only to Young Master Dietrich, the candidate for successor.â
âWat!â (what!) 7
Have you seen such a deadly family? Itâs said this is the Grand Duke castle! I canât believe theyâre discriminating against children with food and money.
I glared at the servant scratching the back of his head with an awkward face. But the pudding in his hand was really only one bowl, and my trifling eyes were useless.
âThen Iâm going back.â
As a servant, he said good-bye politely after putting a bright yellow pudding in front of Dietrich.
I turned my head to Dietrich, who nodded with a more aristocratic attitude.
âThereâs only one bowl left of pudding.â
As I remember, he doesnât like something sweets so much. I jumped out of the chair and immediately ran towards him. 2
He looked at me standing beside him with a small teaspoon.
âWhy.â
âDo you want to eat it?â
âI donât know because Iâve never eaten this.â
The size of the pudding was only like his palm, it small and wasnât enough to be shared. I held his knee with both hands, mute as a baby bird.
The soft pudding on the teaspoon soon disappeared into Dietrichâs neat mouth. I couldnât stand it and urged him again.
âWant it?â
âHm.â
ââŚAnissa, uh?â
At this rate, Dietrich might have noticed, but he looked at me indifferently, pretending to know nothing, and raised one side of his mouth. 2
â!â
âWhy?â
In the middle of his handsome smile that fascinated me for a moment, Dietrich poured the rest of the pudding into his mouth. 8
âOh, no!â
I quickly reached out, but the plate was already clean. Dietrich shrugged his shoulders with a villainous face, staring at my open mouth.
âIf you eat too many sweets, your teeth will decay.â
A bad guy.
As expected, he is a villain. 5
***
âMalilin.â
âYes, Princess.â
âAnissa wants pudding.â Marilyn bit her lips as though she was sorry. Her affection is mingled with her sweet aura.
âDahlia doesnât have any fancy desserts, Princess. Instead⌠Iâm, umâŚâ
âInstead?â
âOat porridge! Baked oats and cookies!â
âKuki!â
âOh, no, thereâs no sugar.â
There is nothing in Dahlia.
They didnât seem to have any ingredients to make it. I hugged her and smiled when I see her restlessly.
âItâs akay, Iâm kiding. No, Iâm full now.â [Itâs okay, Iâm kidding. No, Iâm full now] 3
Itâs already been three days since I had a steak that went out quickly. A flat belly of a child is weakly.
Untie and sink.
Marilyn rubbed my little shoulder with a face that seemed can cry at any moment.
âIâll ask the maid to increase the food expenses a little.â
âNo, itâs akay. Malilin got in trouble last time.â
Lancel was not the only one who stole the money Dahliaâs expenses. The maid-chief of Nature Palace was squeezing with Lancel to gulping over half the money which come to Dahlia.
At Lancelâs level, Dietrich could handle it, but other maids or servants of the Nature palace couldnât easily to touch.
âIs sugar in Nature?â
âOf course. Thereâs sugar, flour, and everything in Nature.â
âHoo-um.â
I narrowed my eyes to Marilynâs words and made a plan.
Lagrange was such a huge fortress that there were five more castles besides Derekâs castle.
I have lived here for almost three years, I havenât even been to the other castle except for Leatrice and Dahlia.
âBesides, I couldnât see the Liatrice Palace properly.â
âCan Anissa go thele?â [Can Anissa go there?]
âTo Nature?â
Marilynâs eyes thinned with my question.
âThereâs no rule that princesses are not allowed to enter the Nature palace.â
âIâd like to go then.â
The Leatrice Palace and other palaces were dangerous because other children were alive, but no other Lagrange other than Derreck stayed in the Nature Palace.
âBesides, Derreck LaGrange is in the capital right now.â
Except for the worker, itâs like an empty castle. At the same time, Dietrich was taking candidate classes for succession in the Nature Palace, so there was no excuse.
âWould you like that? Then Iâll go and ask the maid I know for sugar.â
âMalilin, my bag.â
ââŚâŚthis isnât a bag, Princessâ
âItâs a bag!â
I put a precious chocolate cookie that Marilyn brought to me for an emergency and a small cookie that I havenât give to Baal because I havenât borrowed his sword this time.
âThatâs right, a bag.â
I tie a string to wrapping a cloth tightly in front of my chest and turn around to show Marilyn my nice bag, and she smiles at me. 3
âIt suits you.â
The yellow dress Marilyn made really match with the green cloth.
âAlthough it looks a little funny.â
When I was younger, I was caught while bringing milk to Dietrich using this bag. Now I go to Nature with the same bag.
I holding Marilynâs hand and moving in a hurry, the sun sets in the sky.
The scarlet nature was a white castle with sharp spiers.
âPrincess, please stay here for a moment.â
Marilyn sat me in a bench close to the entrance and then stroked my head.
âAndestand.â [understand]
âYou canât go anywhere. Because nature is much wider than Dahlia.â
âUh.â
âYou know what kind of child I am.â
I pout out my mouth and nodded triumphantly.
âAnissa, not going anywhere.â
Marilyn seemed to believe in me, but she anxiously and glanced back at me. As if to reassure her, Iâm not moving a bit when she looked twice on the bench.
âYou canât see it anymore, can you?â
I got off the bench as soon as Marilyn get out of my sight. 2
âIt will be three times bigger than Dahlia.â
The main palace was very beautiful as if it were carved from antique ivory. I canât believe itâs the castle of Lagrange, whose title is the gate of devilâs curse.
âThe baseless bastard dares to attack Master Alfon.â
At the moment. A ravenous voice rumbles the garden as if it would tear my ears.
âWhatâs going on?â
I went in the direction of the sound and crouching to unseen by adults.
âHuh? How dare a slave bitch like you raise your eyes like that to Lagrange?!â
Buagh!
The man raised his voice followed by the sound of a punch. It reminded me of Yuric who had been beaten in Leatriceâs garden. But I didnât stop moving forward even though I flinched.
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âHowever, thereâs no proper adult in this house.â
Of course, except Marilyn.
The face that was flushed with anger from the man was the first thing I saw it from under the thick bush. In the hands of the man who is as wide as a pan, there is a child who is very familiar to me. But that isnât Yuric.