The Precious Sister of The Villainous Grand Duke

32  Chapter 32

However, Yuric was a child who was only ten years old. In the original, he couldn't even contract with the lowest shadow demon to become an adult, so he couldn't get a place in Lagrange.

'With Dietrich's help, the time when Yuric signs Amon will surely be after he becomes Grand Duchy?'

"Hah."

Yuric hugs me lying on the floor. I raised my head with a deep sigh he exhaled.

"Glass?"

"Don't stay here. It's dangerous."

Yuri crossed the wall holding me in just one leap. In the forest of withered roses, Marilyn can be seen spinning around her place, restless.

"character."

".....Ma Ming-mi?" (Marilyn?)

"Princess!"

If she was looking for me, she came over and looked at me.

"Where have you been!"

"Ma Ming-mi"

"Oh my God! Aren't you sick?!"

I looked down at Marilyn's embarrassing question. Scratches from thorns are full of white skin like small sheaths.

'Oh, I think it hurts more because I'm looking at it.'

As I frowned at the rising drops of blood, Marilyn moved quickly, saying that he would bring medicine.

"Please wait. I'll get some medicine."

"Wow."

I found Yuric over the palace where Marilyn was disappearing.

'He's hurting me, but where did you go?'

The subtle regret fills up to the end of the neck.

"Why did I find it?"

"I can't see Dite."

"I don't know, you idiot. You always look for Dietrich."

Yuric pouted at my words and called Amon in. A grayish green shade seeps into his body.

"Is that all?"

"My devil."

"Yuri is squeezed out of angma."

At my words, Yuric opened his eyes and asked again.

"How do you know that?"

'I did that in the book?'

I wasn't born with the shadow ability, so I couldn't directly contract the devil, but it could be possible if he helped.

'If I had a contract with a cheap and strong demon, I would have been able to blow them away when guys like Alphonse attacked."

"No. If you contract with the devil, you can't live long."

".....Uh?"

Such words were very early. I opened my eyes to Yuric's calm attitude as if I should always know.

"Did you not know? If you become a little weaker than the Shadow Devil and cannot control it, or if the Devil is taken by someone else, the contractor will lose his life in return."

I recalled Baal in Yuric's explanation. Was the gray demon who said he didn't like Dietrich that much was actually aiming for his life?

"That's why Lagrange selects successors in a dog-like way."

The ability to deal with the shadow demon was not solely attributed to the children of Lagrange.

Occasionally, even in other northern families, a child was born who could make a contract with the evil demon, so Lagrange looked for a particularly strong, cold-hearted, unhuman successor.

Because I had to take away the shadow demon of a child born in another family.

'Thanks to such cruelty, it must have been governing this vast northern part for a long time.'

But I didn't know there was a terrible condition that would cost me my life in return. Suddenly Baal, my nanny, feels gritty.

"...…Yuri or Dite live?"

"Well.... ."

"Glass is also a residential area?

"Ah, Nissa, people are originally all dead."

Yuric strokes my hair with a pale smile that doesn't look like a child. Just in time, Marilyn, who brought her medicine, bowed her knees in front of me.

"Princess, you have to apply medicine. It's gonna hurt."

"I'm sorry.

In this world, I am not going to be a celebrity, but what if I get scratched? At the same time, Marilyn and Yuric are frightened by my words.

"No!"

"No!"

I looked at me as they raised their voices and tilted my head.

"Uh?"

"My lady's skin looks like white jade, so she looks pretty!"

"Am I pretty?"

I know I'm pretty, but I feel good because Marilyn is pretty, so I was hugged by her and asked for nothing.

"Yes, my lady. You will be the cutest, cutest, and adorable among the princesses of LaGrange."

'I don't mean it's the most pretty.'

Well, Liatris' daughter Veronica is beautiful enough to receive the choice of a demon succubus who manipulates people with her beauty.

"Why is Yuri yelling? I'm pretty even Yuri?"

I fixed my arm around my neck around Marilyn, and I turned my head and looked at Yuric. Then the boy who shouted "no" while stretching his arm toward me hurriedly corrects his posture.

"What? Uh, what?"

"Uh?"

"...….What are you pretty?"

Yuric crookedly denies and pouting his mouth. I am small. I glanced down at my painful hand and shrugged.

'Let's get praise from a 10-year-old child for being pretty, well.'

"You know."

As I gave up, the boy rolled his eyes looking at me. At that moment, Yuric's eyes in the sun shimmered like a jewel in the sea.

I looked at it blankly, like the ripples of a wave swaying in the wind, shining in a subtle glow under the Hao sunlight.

'I want to go to the sea."

" Yuri is a snowy sea."

"Sea?"

"Uh. The sea shimmering and shimmering."

I stretched out and put my hand in Yuric's eyes. As I stutter my face, the boy's face turns red, as if bursting.

'Anyway, it's all like that when only talking about snow comes out.'

"...…But have you ever been to the sea? I haven't been to the sea either."

I was so hot at Yuric's question that I made a runny nose and smoked. Of course, I have never been to the sea since I was born as Anissa. Even Dahlia Palace has never escaped, but what is the sea?

"That's why I spend it."

"You saw a picture of the sea?"

"Wow."

Fortunately, Yuric seemed to believe my words. The boy, who narrowed his eyes, made a sobbing sound and took out a white pocket from his arms, as if he had only thought of it.

"Ah. I went to get this, me."

"This is what it is?"

"Bread."

I opened my eyes to Yuric's reply, and wrapped my hands around the pocket he was handing me.

Yuric was originally a pretty boy, but it looked 30 times prettier due to the halo effect from the bread bag.

"Baang! Kak!"

"..... so good?"

"Uh!"

'A good person who gives something to eat!'

I clapped my hands and said I liked it, then took the bread out of my pocket and rubbed my cheek.

It wasn't a dull ink-colored bread from dahlia, but a croissant made with plenty of butter.

'I should share it with Dietrich."

Yuric watched me sniffing and sniffing the croissant for a moment and then burst into laughter.

I tilted my head at Yuric's words.

"Huh?"

"It would be troublesome to keep . Or is there something else?"

He narrowed his eyebrows, as if thinking for a moment. I tilted my head, pressing the wrinkles on his forehead.

"Dietrie guards me?"

"Yes. Anyway, Lia Tris' kids couldn't touch you because they noticed the dog."

"Then who's watching Dieter?"

I said out of my mouth a question I've always been curious about. Saint Charlotte is protected by the heroes Hermann and Dietrich, the main characters.

Those who cheered the heroes and the empire kept Herman.

So who the hell is Dietrich, the villain? Has there ever been someone who kept him from the grasp of Derek Lagrange?

"Well….. ."

Yuric couldn't answer me.

? ? ? ? ?

"Who are you going to protect?"

The girl, as gorgeous as a blooming rose, came down from the air with a bloody smile. The dark blonde reflected in the sun flutters in the wind. The Shadow Demon Zagan, which was revealed on her feet, flapped her wings, expressing displeasure.

"What?"

Dietrich tilted his head, hanging from the neck of the Griffon winged demon.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, your little brother. He asked Yuric who the hell was keeping Dietrich."

Instead of answering Veronica's words, he hardened his eyebrows.

"Oh, don't watch Nissa, Veronica."

"Don't order me on a subject that's not yet California, Dietrich."

Veronica laughed enchantedly and lifted Dietrich's chin with his hand. Although her age was very tall for her, she was still a little taller.

"Well, so it's more attractive."

"Get off."

Dietrich did not endure Veronica's rudeness. She laughed without giving her a small moan, even though her hand was sharply broken.

"Oh, it hurts."

"The dogs of Liatris don't know how to bark for everyone."