For a moment the room was so quiet that one could hear the sound of a flying fly. Lyria did not stop thinking about how she will survive. As she had evaluated it, she had found herself in feudal times, and the botany she had spent so much time studying didn't seem to be a means of providing for herself in this new world. Even worse, she was a girl probably parachuted from a future time. What could be done, in such a society?
"Je ne pense pas que les filles ont les mêmes droits que les hommes ! Je suis cuite !" ("I do not think girls have the same rights as men! I'm cooked!")
She hid her face with her hands and whispered: " Oh mon Dieu, j'ai grand besoin de tes bienfaits, d'où qu'ils proviennent !" ( "Oh my God, I need your blessings, wherever they come from! ).
At that moment, a beautiful girl, followed by a retinue of ladies in the company, burst into the room and clutched the prince's arm and began to engage a conversation in a plaintive tone: "Imperial Brother! How come you are here unannounced? Why didn't you come to visit us? "
The prince gave her an annoyed look but the girl did as if there was nothing unusual. She had become accustomed to the coldness of the prince. At the same time, the servants who were in the room greeted her in unison while bowing, "Greetings to the princess!"
Lyria glanced at her quickly, then continued to think for herself, paying no attention to the girl. As Lyria did not even bother to greet her, the girl got angry and gave her a condescending glance and asked, "Who is this impudent? "
Lyria knew exactly who the impudent qualifier was for, but she pretended that she did not understand anything the girl wanted to imply. She lifted her head, stared straight at her and smiled foolishly and ignored her again, mumbling to herself " comme si la présence d'un prince ne suffisait pas, il a fallu qu'une princesse fasse son apparition ! On se croirait dans un drama historique. En plus elle me cherche des embrouilles comme si ma situation n'était pas déjà suffisante pour me stresser. Comme quoi, la situation peut toujours devenir pire que ce que l'on pourrait penser" ("as if the presence of a prince was not enough, and he we are with the apperance of a princess! It's like being in a historical drama. In addition, she looks for trouble as if my situation was not already enough to stress me. The situation can always become worse than one might think."
The princess was perplexed by the reaction of the girl who stayed seated without greeting her, knowing that she was a princess. Then she approached and intended to slap her but Lyria stopped her move by grabbing her forearm and compressing it.
She stood up, inclined herself toward the princess and whispered in the ear of the latter: "one highness is already sufficient to deal with, I have long time reached my limit of patience so go play the princess elsewhere!". Afterward, she sent the princess waltzing, was it not the agility of a servant who ran to support her, the princess would have bumped against a wall. Once again, everyone was baffled by Lyria's action. She herself was equally astonished since she was not a kind of violent and short-tempered person. She was so overwhelmed by the situation she was in that she seems to become muddle-headed and gutsy as if the inherent respect she has for everyone disappeared.
The prince, seeing the scene, gave a brief smirk, of which only Lyria and the head servant noticed. Lyria concluded that not only was the prince a tyrant but he also was a sadist and it seems that he and the princess were not as close as it seemed. But no matter what, it was none of her business in any case. The princess boiled with anger and began to whine:
- "Imperial Brother! I have suffered grievance; this lowly person dared to hit me! I have only wanted to teach her lesson for not greeting a royalty"
Lyria rolled her eyes at her complaint and thought to herself: "suffered grievance, mes yeux... Si tu as souffert, alors que dire de moi et de ma situation actuelle? Tsk ... Certaine personne aime bien exagérer leur circonstance! Tout ça pour obtenir l'attention du prince! Ne peut elle pas être un peu arrogante? En tant que femme, elle embarrasse notre genre. Tellement pathétique" ("suffered grievance, my eyes!... If you suffered grievance, what about me and my current situation? Tsk... Some people like to exaggerate their circumstance! All that to obtain the prince's attention! Can't she be more proud? As a woman, she embarrasses our gender. So pathetic")
Lyria, who was already frustrated because of her situation and wanting to let off steam on someone, had found an opportunity to vent to her frustration.
"Ah! "She retorted as if she were really surprised. "I do not have any recollection of meeting you before! How could I know you were a princess? ... And I have never seen a princess with a standard low as you! "
- "You!..." stuttered the princess.
- " Yes! " She answered, widening her eyes and raising her eyebrows. "What kind of princess is entering a room which doesn't belong to herself without even announcing herself? Moreover, what kind of princess is fawning and glowing to her Imperial brother, without even greeting him! … Want to teach me a lesson? Help yourselves first! Before trying to find straw in the other's eyes, remove first the beam in your eyes! Ok?!"
This remark left the princess with her mouth wide open and speechless while the prince smirked furtively without being noticed. It was a rare occasion where he saw someone daring to go up against Princess Mirabelle. And he was not the only one rejoicing to see this scene. All the servants of the mansion said to each other, a simple person dared to ridicule Princess Mirabelle! For a first, it was really one, such a glib-tongued daring person!
The princess couldn't find anything to say and once again raised her hand to slap Lyria, but the prince stopped her dryly: "That's enough! she is Alesia's people! "
"No wonder she dares to argue with the prince, an envoy from Alesia! ..." murmured a servant to another one near him.