Chapter 210 - Volume 9 (1/2)

Editor Jestersurge

Betty’s struggles were self-inflicted. But It’s such a cute silly thing to do.

Well, aside from that unimportant story, we’re currently going to the party.

“Ludrick, please escort.”

“After two-year have passed you surprisingly…”

Hmm? Is he going to say that I become prettier?

“You got more gutsy.”

How rude. I just got used to it that’s all.

The truth is, if it was the usual I will enter with father and mother through the door for the noble, even though I have the right to inherit the throne, I am still only a daughter of the Duke after all. But this time I will enter through the door for the royal family.

Well, it’s for a variety of reasons, for one it’s to show the nobility that the Saintess of Salvation has sided with the crown, and because Rick hadn’t decided on a fiancée yet and I didn’t have a man to escort me because I didn’t have a fiancé either.

As for me, I’m fine with Rinne as an escort, but Rinne is not an aristocrat.

Of course, me and Rick wil both have men and women come up to us like piranhas flocking to raw meat at the drop of a hat, but I don’t want those status-grabbers.

Engagement is such a headache, but to keep me inside the country I have to get engaged with a domestic nobleman.

This is not a good thing, could the royals be thinking about engagement with Rick?

But if I hurriedly decides on a fiancé, I will be putting mud to the face of the Sylber nation, which has approached me with an official emissary for an engagement.

As someone who knows what’s going on behind the scenes, I don’t mind tripping over as much mud as I can, but if I do that, other countries will see us as that kind of country, and they might not like the idea of having me in their country, so I’ll have to wait until the second prince of the Church Nation politically studies abroad to see what happens.

What a troublesome country, the Church Nation is. ………Shall I destroy it?

“… Yurushia, your expression looks bad.”

“Oh my, oh my. Ufufufu.”

My grandfather escorts my grandmother. My uncle escorts Elea-sama. Timothy escorts Betty. And finally Rick escorts me and we enter last.

Rick’s hand gripped mine tightly. Is Rick nervous?

Oh, I see that Shelly is escorted by Noel. I know you’re there, so stop waving.

First up is a dance with us four groups. I’m a little skeptical too, but I wonder if Betty is alright? Ever since Betty came to the castle, we’ve been straining ourselves practicing our dance moves although our dance moves are still quite awkward.

Rick was surprisingly good at dancing and leading the way. He usually has a sour look on his face, but with a smile like that, he’s like a prince in a storybook.

When we finish, the nobles now begin to dance. Father and mother dancing together looks lovely.

Noel and Shelly also start dancing and I leave. I begin my work, dodging the many male aristocrats who try to ask me to dance.

There are some thick faced southern aristocrats who weren’t directly involved in that rebellion, but I’ll leave that stuff to Rick and Timothy to deal with. It’s a boy’s job.

First of all, I have to rescue Betty, who is away from her fiancé and surrounded by a group of noblewomen at a fast pace.

“Oh, it looks fun. Can I join in the fun too?”

When I called out, the women of mysterious age who surrounded Betty shuddered.

“Princess Yurushia.”

“We- We are not…”

The women who are aiming for Timothy-kun start to act up, to begin with if you’re only an intermediate aristocrat, there’s no problem. The problem is the sisters of the same Marquis family as Betty.

“Yuru…”

“Oh, Lady Yurushia, you’re really back.”

A flashy woman steps forward to interrupt Betty’s words with a gaudy face.

She seemed to be a meat lover in her late teens. The woman in the dress with her bright red lips boldly spread her chest while facing me in a straightforward manner.

“Did you eat some raw meat? Your lips are so red.”

“Wha! No matter who you are how could you be so rude— ”

With a snap, I close the fan, releasing a moment of intimidation.

“Identify yourself first. I don’t even know who you are.”

“Gh! Yo- You,”