I thought my debutante was perfect. Olivia thought so until she made her debut. I was starving, I was on a diet, I was on a dress, I was on makeup, I was on hair, I was on a diet, I was on a diet. When the first waltz began, my heart seemed to burst with anticipation. Everything was broken when the dazzlingly wonderful Leopold asked the Nordic Marquess Young-ae for his first dance. Knew. Leopold was reluctant to engage with me, and the Prince could apply for his first dance to the Nordian Marquis Young-Ae in order to appease the anxious aristocracy by engaging with the Emperor, Madelaine. But knowing and experiencing it directly was different. Even colorful jewelry or shiny dresses could not cover the feeling of filth. Despite her status as an imperial princess and fiancée of the Crown Prince, she became a wallflower without having been asked to dance by anyone in her first debutante. Please, I wanted someone to talk to me. Please, I only wanted you to apply for a dance once. I remembered the desperation of the time when everyone looked at me and seemed to be gossiping. I looked around hurriedly, but neither the Duke, Conrad, nor Jade looked at me. I just squeezed the hem of my dress as if it would break my smiling face. The good thing is that he didn't make a mistake in his debutante. Every time Leopold looked at me, Olivia laughed. That way, Leopold smiled coolly. Madeline's like a fair girl. It was rewarding to try to be a person who would one day be in Taejabi's place. I was tired of the flies that held my dress throughout the twelve-song waltz, and when I came home, I buried my face in the pillow and cried.
"Olivia."
After hearing Konrad's warning, Olivia slipped out of her memory and blinked.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought of debutante."
It's already been two years. I grew up so well. Sometimes I dined with my brothers and sisters every evening, and to a certain extent I was at the helm of the house. Olivia squinted at Ecella, full of expectation.
"Ezella, you'll do it better than me."
It was sincere. Esela's cheeks were rosy.
"Really? But when I make my debut, will you come with me?"
When young young children played their debutantes, a gentlewoman or a lady who made her debut went with them. Olivia looked at Conrad reflexively. Konrad, looking kindly at Ecella, faced Olivia with a shirin face like the north wind of midwinter. His closed lips told him that he should not speak.
"... What do you do? I don't think the Imperial Palace will be busy."
"I can't help saying I'm busy. Ecella. I'll find a good lady to accompany me."
"Yes...."
Even at Konrad's death, Ezella broke the food with a full dead face. In the end, Ezella rose from her seat to see if she could not hide her bitter tea.
"Well eaten. I'll go up first."
The restaurant was quiet. Conrad lightly shook his glass of wine.
"Olivia."
"Yes, Brother,"
"Who's your brother?"
A grueling answer came back to the involuntarily left word. Konrad said dryly.
"You have to be straight."
"...."
"You're just a member of Madeleines."
I say it really hurts. Members of the family, not the Madeleines. That one word felt like a huge wall blocking Konrad and me. Conrad's lips moved slowly. Olivia knew what he was talking about. He clenched his fists as if to ease the shock. The nail stuck in the palm of her hand, and a frightfully sick horse stabbed Olivia.
"So keep the line to Ezella. Try to mix words with anyone who dares. Are you going to drop Esela with you?"
"I dare you to mix words with anyone. Try to make Ecella like my mother? You want to bury your rumors with Ecella?"
Like an imprint, Conrad's words flashed. In a word, the young Olivia, who so much wanted to play with Ecella, abandoned her greed without hesitation. Olivia knew well how socialite rumors make people sick. So it was natural for Olivia to be careful not to get hurt.
"Answer."
I can't help it now. If you try a little more, you will be recognized by your father. Then it will be different. If I see my efforts to be safe, Konrad will receive me as a family. So now I had to answer. Olivia clenched her numb fists once again and gave an answer she didn't want to.
"... Yes."
Konrad chuckled at the door of the restaurant as if the castle were a little loose.
"Get out."
"Well, I'll just get out. Have a great day. …... Brother."
The last word was half sincere, half vindictive. Olivia quickly closed the door as she fled the restaurant. There was no one in the hallway. Olivia took a breath and then slowly spat out. It was my mother's habit. He said that even if it's hard, once you breathe properly, you'll be strong again. Olivia attached one more to this habit. I want to be a beloved Taj-bi. Now it was really the only way. If you're a baby, your family and Leopold are all. You'll laugh at me brightly. Olivia kept trying to laugh, holding out her last hope. Even the fact that the end of the laugh is breaking down remains to be seen. . . . There was red wine in the wine glass. Konrad, left alone in the restaurant, exhaled a turbid breath as if he were cold.
"Well, I'll just get out. Have a great day. …... Brother."
Olivia was a disaster that came into my house. Her parents, who were fond of her, became less involved than anyone else, and eventually her mother died because of her. It wouldn't be cool to tear it down, half-way Madeline. But instead of Esela, I go to the Imperial Palace like a flesh-ice plate, and the blood of Madelaine, which should be attached to the Crown Prince's side. That was all Olivia had. If you keep my position just there, you'll be good. He looked at me, at my father, at Jade, at Ezella, with his green eyes, as if hoping for something. Knowing what that meant, Conrad cut shoots every time expectations rose. She doesn't deserve it. The end taste of wine wrote. As if to vent his annoying mood, Conrad took Jade's letter from his arms. The letter, which I read as soon as I received it, was written about the circumstances of the push. Although he had already reported on his work at the Foreign Ministry, Conrad read the last one again. - ... Clinched victory. If a few things are resolved, I'll be back soon. Thank you always, brother. Thank you for your father and Ecella. Understandably, there were no words for Olivia. There's no reason to ask for a child who's not within the borders of the family. Conrad snorted and folded the letter again. In the last sentence, the word 'Oli'is faintly written under it, as if something had been written wrong, and the part that was patched several times with the pen as if it had been erased. Konrad was not Alva. * * * Inside the gorgeous parlor, the Emperor sat on the throne. The most noble place, decorated with gold and agate, was for him. The gorgeous blonde and blue-eyed emperor, who is of Whangga lineage, smiled with satisfaction. Mighty wealth and power. It was all under my feet. Especially for me, there was a'bastard'. The Emperor looked up leisurely. When the servant opened the door, a man in a black robe walked into the parlor.
"You're finally here. The protagonist of this war."
The Emperor gave a loud laugh and looked at the man with unflappable eyes. The man slowly took off his robe. When the black hair, the beautiful face, the red ruby eyes are revealed. The Emperor lamented low, without knowing.
"... You must have taken my mother away."
The difference between the great cost of the Sun and the great cost of the sun was that he did not laugh. The face of the Grand Duke, who was always smiling kindly, reminded the emperor of one side of the mouth. It's hard. When the grand Duke was treated as dead after his disappearance, the grand Duke was forcibly confined to the Imperial Palace. Then she looked at the Emperor in that way. Like her son, now kneeling without emotion, looking up at the Emperor.
"Edwin Lowell Vikander. See the Imperial Sun."
The voices ringing in the parlor were frighteningly cold. The Emperor looked at the man, Edwin Lowell Vikander, with shrewd eyes. Dog raised by the emperor. A nickname that turns into a man and a cancer. The Emperor's eyes were greedily smouldering at that satisfying alias. My eyes are empty as if I don't feel any emotion, and I'm perfectly able to handle whatever I command. It was the only grand duke to act, and what he did was no different than an assassination. When I remembered what I had done, the Emperor felt so excited that his back was thrilled. That high and noble 'Vikander ' barely does anything different than an assassination defeat. It took 10 years to tame Vikander like that. After taking the oath of the first Emperor and monarch, the grand Duke of Vikander received the northern Vikander Estate, like a bleak, cold winter mountain. They're like eyes that believe in their excellent swordsmanship and are arrogant. The men who discovered mines and gold veins in the useless lands of the North quickly crossed the authority of the Imperial court. I remember the former Grand Duke Vikander, who was naturally stiff-necked. The unlucky one who greeted the princess of the country who thought it was mine at the expense of the grand Duke. It was I who broke their necks. Blinking his shining eyes, the emperor said graciously.
"I've heard that the Archduke has always been in the vanguard in this war. It's Vikander, too."
"It's overkill."
"Now the Grand Duke will be formally up soon, and we need to hold a brilliant victory banquet. At that time, the Grand Duke expects precious loot to be dedicated to the Imperial family."
"I'll return and move to the Imperial Court immediately."
"Yeah. I'm looking forward to it. And then. The ball is not over twenty years old already. Now you have to get married and solidify your hussars."
The emperor was lucky.
"... No idea yet."
"Uh, don't. But Vikander's only immediate relative is the Archduke. The more you do this, the stronger your immediate blood."
At the words of the Emperor, his fist under the robe was gripped hard enough to make the tendon stand out. The emperor did not notice, and I was in my mood to say a few words.
"In retrospect, the Archduke didn't even make his debut. I know that the knighthood ceremony was abbreviated."
The Emperor blurted out his words, pretending not to remember. In his debut, he was defeating the Serachs clambering to the East, and he knew that the knight's book ceremony was only received in a state of blood to replace a certain imperial commander who had fled. Tsu, even if he hadn't run away, Vikander's name wouldn't have been so widespread. The Emperor kicked his tongue in shame. So it was even more searing. So far, I've been wandering the battlefield as smoothly as I turned, but now I'm twenty-one with a thick head. Vikander's reputation was already high in the empire, and at one point forces gathered. I didn't know when he was going to come up to me. So I had to put one more sure neckline.
"But if you're a knight, you don't know how my lady is. At the end of this victory banquet, the princess prepared flowers for you."
And if the shackles of marriage were not to be released, it was a decent defeat. If the Grand Duke, who took away the Grand Duchess of the squadron, becomes my family. That was satisfying. If you see a princess in the underworld who turned away from me to the end, you will vomit blood. The jovial Emperor lowered his voice and said, as if to draw up.
"... There is one news that the Grand Duke would like to know. That Lowell's white crystal mine is now part of the Princess."
The mine, which she treasured as the last asset of the Kingdom of Lowell, was a great expense. At the same time, the neckline that ties the archduke. At that one word, the Grand Duke's eyes were wide. The emperor smiled leisurely and added: "Oh, my god."
"The name is not important, but if you're a couple, wouldn't you be able to tour the mine without the approval of the Imperial Palace?"
He's so obsessed with the white crystal mine that he received as compensation for his responsibility to the grand Duke Vikander, who went missing on the battlefield. He was the only one on the battlefield,so he was not naive. I've already put out 'White Crystal Mine'more than twenty times, but every time I shine my eyes like that. It's a mine that has dried up for 15 years. The constant obsession of the archduke was strange, so he searched every corner of the Baeksunjeong Mine. An outstanding wizard and geologist were dispatched, but the only answer to return was a report of a closed mine. Last year, with the idea of being the last, she entrusted the investigation to the Princess. In a few years, the new princess, who had grown up in the Spring Palace, recovered even the poor estates, and also examined the Baeksunjeong Mine with certainty. But it was the same report as before that the Mac had been lost for a long time. The emperor bestowed a white crystal mine on the troubled Princess. It's a closed mine that has already bottomed out with white crystal production, but he's been on the battlefield since he was ten years old because of his parents ' thoughts, so he wants to inherit his mother's last legacy. There was not a single point of mind to give anyway. He planned to use it as a motive force to keep the air moving as a bait that was full of hope as it is now. …... forever. The emperor laughed, soaked in arrogance. That arrogance clouded the emperor's eyes. I don't know if the Grand Duke looked at the chuckle-smiling emperor with a laughing shirin eye. And that day, the outpourings circled throughout the Franz Empire. It was the glad news that the war with Heferti, which Archduke Vikander had won, had ended in victory.