Chapter 97 of 100
Chapter 97
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Lord Oshuron was greatly taken aback by Sara's tears.
Her father, who had been the captain of the Phoenix Knights, the knights representing the south among the royal knights, had said,
“A weak woman should never shed tears.”
Lord Oshuron followed this command like a strict order.
Of course, his monster-like younger sister was an exception.
His younger sister, who had the <Muscle Enhancement> ability, could break the legs of much larger boys like pencil leads.
Sara Fog is weak.
Making a weak woman cry is trash.
Sara Fog is crying because of Elliot Astra.
So, is Elliot Astra trash...?
‘But isn’t she also a weak woman?’
No.
Elliot Astra is the owner of a dragon.
She is strong.
‘And she made a request, didn’t she?’
The strong should listen to the requests of the weak.
Elliot Astra, who is strong, did not listen to the request of Sara Fog, who is weak, and is a bad person.
Lord Oshuron shouted,
“Do not cry, young lady! How can you show tears for such an unchivalrous person!”
Sara Fog, with her fists pressed to her chin, sniffled.
“How... Lord Oshuron is so kind.”
As Sara's large eyes filled with tears, the other boys quickly agreed.
“Yes, don’t cry. The ones who ostracize you are the bad ones.”
“I didn’t think Elliot Astra was a good person either.”
With the lords on her side, Sara smiled.
“To be honest, I thought the palace was a cold and scary place... but thanks to you all, my opinion has changed...”
“Is that so!”
“Yes... I’m really grateful.”
Sara blinked her eyes and made a shy expression.
The lords looked a bit embarrassed, but they were not unhappy.
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At dusk.
Since my brothers were in my room, I went to find a place where no one was.
Sara Fog had taken all the lords from the greenhouse to the banquet hall, so the greenhouse was empty.
The other young ladies seemed to have locked themselves in their rooms as a form of protest.
I hid in a corner of the greenhouse and connected the communication stone.
[Yes, Miss. It’s Conrad.]
“There’s an orphanage opening ceremony in Eclipto in two days.”
[Yes.]
“Have you found out the list of children who will be moved there?”
I had already checked the lists of other orphanages.
Since Dalia wasn’t on any of them, she would definitely appear at the new orphanage opening.
[Most of them seem to be moving from the Eclipto orphanage, as it was already at full capacity.]
“Not the children from the Eclipto orphanage.”
[It seems some children are also moving from the Schwan barony. There weren’t many, though...]
“The list?”
[I haven’t secured it yet, but I expect to have news by tomorrow morning.]
“Let me know as soon as you find out.”
[Yes.]
After ending the communication with Conrad, I put the communication stone back in my pocket.
As I was about to leave the greenhouse, someone stomped in.
‘Oh no!’
Did they hear my voice?
Ah, that’s why I wanted to communicate in my room.
These brothers of mine...
I thought as I held my breath.
But the person who entered the greenhouse went straight to the terrace, sat on a bench, and sniffled.
“How treacherous people are, Prince...!”
This voice is Catherine’s.
‘From what she’s saying, it doesn’t seem like she heard my communication...?’
I crept closer, and saw Catherine covering her mouth with a handkerchief and sniffing.
“Miss Catherine?”
She jumped and looked at me.
“Miss Elliot...”
“Is something wrong?”
Catherine’s chin was wrinkled. She looked at me with teary eyes and shouted,
“I hate the Starflower!”
Huh?
Starflower is the nickname Catherine’s group uses for Sara Fog, isn’t it?
I tilted my head and approached her.
“What did Miss Fog do?”
“She went to see Lord Richmond to show him an illustration.”
“Oh, the illustration that looks like Prince, who resembles Lord Richmond? Lord Richmond is in my room, though.”
“Yes. The young lords were holding Lord Richmond and waiting in front of Miss’s room.”
“Young lords?”
“They misunderstood Sara and wanted to explain...”
Catherine explained while sniffing.
The story goes like this.
Catherine went to see Richmond to show him how much the illustration of Prince, her lifelong ideal, resembled him.
But the young lords were already leading Richmond out.
Catherine stopped them.
“I have something to show Lord Richmond.”
“We made an appointment first.”
“It doesn’t seem like an appointment. Lord Richmond...! This illustration is the one I’ve been talking about—”
“Really. Even if you’re a lady of the Trang house, isn’t this a bit too much?”
“What do you mean?! Why are you bringing up the family? Are you trying to insult the Trang family?”
Catherine choked up, and the young lords were taken aback.
After all, Catherine was born to a princess of the kingdom and the Duke of Trang.
If she really got angry, could the young lords even open their mouths?
At that moment, Sara Fog, who was among the young lords, stepped forward.
“Please stop this impolite behavior!”
“Impolite? Who is being impolite, Starflower?”
“Stop calling me by that strange nickname...!”
“What, what?”
“Lord Richmond is uncomfortable. Don’t you know?”
“...What?”
“You’re not a child anymore. Stop fantasizing over illustrations... I’m saying this for your own good...”
“I’m appalled! If Lord Richmond was uncomfortable, he would have said so!”
“Of course, it’s hard for him to say. You are a lady of the Trang house... Not everyone acts like a lady... Isn’t that right, lords?”
As she sniffled, the lords agreed.
Catherine cried bitterly.
She cried so much that her handkerchief was soaked with tears.
I took out my handkerchief and gave it to her.
“Thank you, Miss... Can I blow my nose?”
“Yes.”
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