People are buzzing around the royal castle at night.
A strange sense of intimidation in the building seemed to emerge in the light.
The newly hired maidservant made me change into a greenish blue dress.
Before I knew it, Shar had prepared everything we needed for the party.
(Why does it fit me perfectly without my measurements? Did he use magic?)
Next to me stood Shar with fringes up and his face all dolled up. His personality is terrible, opposite his appearance.
「Come on, let’s go.」
I know it is polite to take the hand he extended to me, but it’s infuriating.
「Last time, didn’t you just stroll ahead without me?」
「That was because you were so scared of me. Wouldn’t you have sprinted off as fast as you could if I offered you my hand?」
It is true that Ram had an extraordinary fear of Shar, so to speak.
(I don’t think Shar meant it as a sign of concern…Was it?)
No, it couldn’t be. We were separated the whole time at the venue.
That’s why the other aristocrats recognized her as “the miserable wife whose husband doesn’t care for her” and “the good-for-nothing aristocrat as rumored,” and they gossiped about me behind my back.
(The more I think about it, the less good memories I have of parties.)
Whether subjected to gossip and swearing, direct jabs, tripping over feet or spilling juice, being pushed or kicked… Ram did nothing to fight back. She only ran to the backyard and cried alone.
But no one came for her…lifeless memories.
Today, as always, the wives and their daughters from other parts of the world who entered the hall first have been watching out for Ram with an eye to see if their stress-relieving prey has appeared.
「Here she is, Countess Mercure. The Count came with her today?」
「It’s just at the beginning, you know? Because the other day, when the party started, wasn’t she all over the place?」
「You’re quite right.」
They were talking loudly, as if trying to be heard, so Shar gave me a glance.
However, he quickly pulled my hand and headed deeper into the hall.
The king appeared, and the Vizier read out Shar’s achievements. The people who had gathered praised him, and the ladies raised their dainty voices,「Count Mercure!~」
It seems that over the past five hundred years, the noblewomen of this country have come to cheer for married noblemen at parties that serve as ceremonies. I don’t care.
Shar had a blank expression that made it perfectly clear that he was bothered.
Afterward, a number of noblemen came to talk to Shar, but even then he answered with the same deadpan expression. For some reason, he seems to be threatening the people around…?
(Is he perhaps unsociable? Shy?)
It’s none of my business, but I can’t help but think that he could have made a better impression. Still, the constant stream of noblemen arriving is probably due to Shar’s influence.
I feel like I’m going to get drunk from the crowd of people…
「But still, how unworthy! The Count of Mercure could have had a better match.」
One of the nobles said and glanced at me.
Going through Ram’s memories…I think he is some sort of Count in a neighboring aristocracy?
I think he had a daughter the same age as me. So, that’s how it is.
Taking a ship with this nobleman, the other nobles also opened their mouths with goofy smiles.
「Indeed. Right, Countess?」
So you’re dumping on me~?!
This is nothing more than harassment.
(Give me a break, or else I’m going to blow off that ill-fitting wig with magic, get it?)
People are buzzing around the royal castle at night.
A strange sense of intimidation in the building seemed to emerge in the light.
The newly hired maidservant made me change into a greenish blue dress.
Before I knew it, Shar had prepared everything we needed for the party.
(Why does it fit me perfectly without my measurements? Did he use magic?)
Next to me stood Shar with fringes up and his face all dolled up. His personality is terrible, opposite his appearance.
「Come on, let’s go.」
I know it is polite to take the hand he extended to me, but it’s infuriating.
「Last time, didn’t you just stroll ahead without me?」
「That was because you were so scared of me. Wouldn’t you have sprinted off as fast as you could if I offered you my hand?」
It is true that Ram had an extraordinary fear of Shar, so to speak.
(I don’t think Shar meant it as a sign of concern…Was it?)
No, it couldn’t be. We were separated the whole time at the venue.
That’s why the other aristocrats recognized her as “the miserable wife whose husband doesn’t care for her” and “the good-for-nothing aristocrat as rumored,” and they gossiped about me behind my back.
(The more I think about it, the less good memories I have of parties.)
Whether subjected to gossip and swearing, direct jabs, tripping over feet or spilling juice, being pushed or kicked… Ram did nothing to fight back. She only ran to the backyard and cried alone.
But no one came for her…lifeless memories.
Today, as always, the wives and their daughters from other parts of the world who entered the hall first have been watching out for Ram with an eye to see if their stress-relieving prey has appeared.
「Here she is, Countess Mercure. The Count came with her today?」
「It’s just at the beginning, you know? Because the other day, when the party started, wasn’t she all over the place?」
「You’re quite right.」
They were talking loudly, as if trying to be heard, so Shar gave me a glance.
However, he quickly pulled my hand and headed deeper into the hall.
The king appeared, and the Vizier read out Shar’s achievements. The people who had gathered praised him, and the ladies raised their dainty voices,「Count Mercure!~」
It seems that over the past five hundred years, the noblewomen of this country have come to cheer for married noblemen at parties that serve as ceremonies. I don’t care.
Shar had a blank expression that made it perfectly clear that he was bothered.
Afterward, a number of noblemen came to talk to Shar, but even then he answered with the same deadpan expression. For some reason, he seems to be threatening the people around…?
(Is he perhaps unsociable? Shy?)
It’s none of my business, but I can’t help but think that he could have made a better impression. Still, the constant stream of noblemen arriving is probably due to Shar’s influence.
I feel like I’m going to get drunk from the crowd of people…
「But still, how unworthy! The Count of Mercure could have had a better match.」
One of the nobles said and glanced at me.
Going through Ram’s memories…I think he is some sort of Count in a neighboring aristocracy?
I think he had a daughter the same age as me. So, that’s how it is.
Taking a ship with this nobleman, the other nobles also opened their mouths with goofy smiles.
「Indeed. Right, Countess?」
So you’re dumping on me~?!
This is nothing more than harassment.
(Give me a break, or else I’m going to blow off that ill-fitting wig with magic, get it?)
