The Precious Sister of The Villainous Grand Duke

38  Chapter 38

Even though he was the one who took away the desserts, she was staring at me, just before she cried.

"It's not that much, but it would be served every day at dinner."

'What about dessert after meals!  How poor Dahlia is!'

The children of the Wealthy Lia Tris Palace are so indifferent to others.

They can eat these desserts for breakfast and lunch anytime.

  I barely endured the tears that were about to rise and bite my mouth.

I couldn't get away with Dietrich's nerves here.  Because he hates crying kids.

"Since the rank of candidates is high, your brother will not have money anymore."

'What?'

I opened my mouth to Veronica's shocking words.  You don't have money?  Was it my misunderstanding that I thought Dahlia was very poor?

Ditrihi hurriedly opens his mouth as I betrayed by my brother's betrayal.

"Don't be bullshit. You don't know Derek Lagrange is holding me back."

  "But it doesn't mean that you don't have the money to buy a decent dessert,"

Veronica says, but Dietrich stands silently with a clear face.  I rolled my head, planning to rob his pocket.

"If I don't like you, will I take care of your younger sister?"

"Uh!"

"No,"

Dietrich and I answered Veronica's question almost simultaneously.  Whether his rejection was surprising, she asks her eyes wide open.

"Why?"

Yeah, why?

  I stared with resentment at Dietrich, who refused to cut Veronica's sweet offer.

Of course he didn't have eyes on his chin so I don't know.

"The teeth are rotten,"

Dietrich said, and the intact molars seemed sore, so I stood and pressed my cheeks around.

Veronica, who had laughed for a while as if it were absurd, left without regret, and there was silence in the withered rose forest.

"...…. ."

I looked up at Dietrich, which seemed to be seen in a very long time.  The children really grew up in the blink of an eye, so the boy seemed to have a bigger finger than the last time he saw it.

'Although I have grown up a lot, too.'

To show off how hard I practice swordsmanship these days, I opened my palm with calluses.

"Dietri, would you like to see this?"

But Dietrich didn't even give a glance to my hand.  I bite his lip, feeling a strange feeling of stupidity.

Of course, I've been through a lot of situations like this.  I've never been treated as a person who hasn't done something very, very hard to hear compliments.

At the moment, I blinked my eyes in place, wondering if I was going back to my previous life.  But it was definitely Dietrich who stood still in front of her.

'No, it's not like Dietrich's reaction.'

If I swear to protect myself by learning fencing hard, I used to nod my head even if I laughed and made a fluttering sound.

He's blunt, but he loved me.

But Dietrich acted as if he wasn't in the rose bush that looked for me.

As if the only purpose was to expel Veronica, as soon as she disappears, he leaves the garden without greeting me and disappears.

In the blink of an eye, I looked at him, who had already become a distant point.

'Why do you do that.'

I wanted to ask if he was avoiding me, but it flew away by riding the kerning so there was no bird to catch.  I got a little dull, so I walked to the corner of the fountain and squatted.

"Bal."

"Yes, Princess."

Baal reveals himself in the air, whether only Zagan followed Dietrich.

I was seeing the demon moving around, so I suddenly wondered what would happen if I went to a hot area.

'Maybe it's not melting,'

he pops his face into the imagination of Baal sticking to the floor like leftover ice cream.

"If you called it, you have to talk."

  "Bal, Dietrie, is mad at me?"

Baal tilted his head at me.  The devil hesitated and opened his mouth.

"I don't know that. Did you do anything wrong that would make your Majesty angry?"

I pondered Baal's question for a moment.  In the past, I used to care about this and that in order not to go against his planting at all, but these days I could not.

'But I thought it was okay.... .'

I thought I got used to each other to some extent.  It seems that I was too arrogant.  I returned to the palace in a depressed mood.

? ? ? ? ?

Turning away from Anissa, Dietrich did not return to Dalia.

From the daytime, I felt like following myself.

On some days it was difficult for even him to withstand.

E

ven I thought I had become so numb that I couldn't feel anything hard anymore.

Dietrich took a dry face with a light sigh.

'How many people are left.'

It wasn't just Derek who was aiming for Dietrich. She gasped and hid herself in a tree.

Lia Tris and Catherine Fermat, who wanted to establish their own children as successors, often hired assassins or sent family knights.

"Please let me go."

Although Baal was polite, Dietrich ignored it.

"Okay."

He made a contract with the devil to live, but the more he depends on Baal's power, the more his soul will be eaten.

Many Grand Dukes of LaGrange were taken in such a way that their souls were taken by demons.

He vowed not to do so.

Dietrich held his breath for a chance and fell onto the assassin looking around under me.

It was more agile than a trained professional assassin, so even the devil had no choice but to groan his eyes.

"Kook!"

I handled the assassin with a quick foot, but my ankle throbs as if it was the wrong foot when I fell.

'I won't get tea.'

When the day was bright, I had to go to dinner with Derek.  If he shows any weakness, he is a place where monks with great momentum to eat and eat in an instant.

It seemed like a bone was cracked, but Dietrich corrected his posture in the gradually brightening morning sun.

  Don't show weaknesses.

'Yak-yuk-gangsik'

Because in Lagrange, it was the only truth and a common sense of domination.

Dietrich, who spent the night outside to prevent the assassins from reaching out to Anissa, turned to his nature.

  'I'll find where you've gone again.'

"Baal. You go to Nissa."

  "Are you okay?"

On the subject of the devil, he kicked his tongue, worried about

his master.

"Yes.'

Dietrich looked very fine on the outside.  He has a clean white face and neat eyebrows, showing off the elegance of a great noble master.

"....Well, that's how it looks long. Sometimes you're more evil than me."

Baal nodded, convinced Dietrich's answer, and began to hide in the shadows.

"Did you come?"

The man who met Dietrich was, funny, the father who sent four assassins to kill his son last night.

  Derek hugged him with a thick smile.  The wound that the tip of his sword had touched burst and bleed, but the black clothing did not show any spots.  It is because he did not groan once.

"It smells fishy."

"I think the main thing today is fish,"

Dietrich replied, raising his mouth to laugh at his father, then sat down.

His seat was right next to Derek, as he sat closest to the Grand Ball in order of successor ranking.

  'I think I'm going to do it.'

It was a splendid dinner dozens of times more than the meal prepared in Dalia, but I didn't get any appetite at all.

I don't know why I remember the milk that Anissa had been bringing all the time, but Dietrich suddenly thought of the savory milk in the child's little hand.

"Yes. How's your younger sister?"

Derek, who has gracefully cut the meat in front, suddenly mentions Anissa.  Dietrich replied, trying to keep his face insensitive.

"Yeah."

"Yes, the friendship is so deep that it looks good."

Derek's finger touches the wine glass.  Dietrich, as he watched the bloody red wine gradually disappear, cried out.

"What's important is a weakness. Do you know it?"

Dietrich knew that Derek was oozing his knowledge of the last gateway, but he couldn't answer easily.

"Be careful. You look fragile like a summer leaf."

  "I'll keep it in mind."

  "It's a good thing to look healthy. Oh, it's just that it doesn't die,"

Dietrich grinned at Derek's words.  Fortunately, no one recognized his injuries.

It's natural that the devil didn't even notice it.

He hurried back to Dalhia after finishing the ceremony that felt like an eternity.

The child who was reading a book in the arms of the maid runs away with disgust.

  Even though she gave me so much yesterday, she seems to have forgotten the dark memory.

"Dietri!"

"Why."

The child who came running with a Dodo-do shouting opened his arms as if she was about to be held by him.  Then it stops in front of his nose.

Dietrich looked down at the child, puzzled by his unusual behavior.

"Are you hurt?"

  "......What?"

He was embarrassed by the child's question.  The sprained ankle would not have been covered by the hem, and if it was a papy, I cleaned it earlier.

None of the successors like Derek, Liatris, the use of nature, knew that he was in poor condition.

"Are you hurt?"

the child touched Dietrich's face with a face that seemed to cry at any moment.

Why does my body, which I didn't even know about being hurt, come in pain only then?

Why do you only know my pain?

  Even in a dream you don't know what kind of plan I have for you.