Chapter 17. Lack of Mabel
Gustav’s complexion, which watched the series of events in the bedroom, turned paler and paler.
‘I’m screwed.’
He was afraid to imagine how much the Emperor, who was rejected, would be stirred up.
On the other hand, Lissandro, who had been watching the situation by the doorstep, was very relaxed.
“As expected, our little princess is not an easy one.”
Gustav was mad with envy at Lissandro who was leaving a review as if it was fun.
‘You were having a hard ti with just until you started to escort the princess!’
He felt betrayed by his comrades escape.
With a jealous stare, Lissandro tilted his head and have a friendly smile.
“Is sothing wrong?”
“……no, Lord.”
In the anti, the situation in the bedroom was on the verge of collapse.
“Go!”
“Ma-.”
“Hwate!”
“ble……”
“Go!!”
The scene was tearful, it was hard to keep your eyes open.
“……I’ll co back later.”
“Hwate!”
Thud. The door closed.
Eventually, with Mabel’s resolute rejection, Esteban was kicked out without even touching a finger.
Esteban’s face, rejected by his daughter, looked miserable.
Gustav is again, in a situation where he doesn’t know whether to console or treat it casually.
It was none other than Lissandro that broke the delicate silence. He grinned and said a word to Esteban.
“Welco to PMH, your Majesty.”
“…… PMH? What’s that?”
“Yes. A group of people Mabel hates!”7
‘This crazy bastard.’
Flas burst in Esteban’s eyes.
Lissandro had poured oil in his mind. The will to kill was seething.
He had once felt superior about the fact that Mabel had hated Lissandro. He did, but……
‘I can’t believe we’re in the sa boat.’
His heart sank down to misery.
“……Gustav.”
“Yes, yes!”
Gustav answered with strained air and military discipline.
Of course, Esteban was not going to let Lissandro go.
But isn’t Esteban turning around too easily?
“Let’s go back.”
“……yes!”
Gustav who was following in the footsteps of Esteban, who was strangely calm, shook his head.
‘I thought you’d break an arm.’
Turning his head, Lissandro was smiling and waving as if he didn’t even know what was going on with Esteban.
‘Finally, his Majesty had grown up!’
It was only in less than ten minutes that it was learned that was not it.
***
The Emperor who was always angry he didn’t co, suddenly stopped coming one day.
‘Now I’m feeling better.’
I couldn’t forget the mont when he declared that I would take over the throne without consulting (although he couldn’t).
Not being able to co doesn’t solve my problem, but at least my anger dissipated.
Co to think of it, I couldn’t say there was any fault in Oscar or Grandpa who were keeping their mouths shut about making Emperor.
But the worst was the Emperor.
“huu……”
As I sighed deeply, Lalima, who was looking at wither chin up, opened her eyes wide.
“Her Highness sighed! Perhaps……!”
Perhaps?
“Maybe she misses His Majesty?”
“Euaang!”
No, I don’t!
“I knew you would.”
Lalima interpreted my whining in a haphazard way and left in a rambling way.
‘Ah, it’s demoralizing.’
I didn’t even have the energy to correct them anymore.
As I crawled to the bed to exercise, Oscar, who was just coming in, ran to in surprise.
“Why do you want to co down?”
“Oong.”
“That’s when you call the nanny or a maid, Mabel.
“Hwate.”
Unconsiously, I answered curtly and then shut my mouth.
‘I’m acting like a kid again.’
I hated this side of myself.
I knew little about the background of this foster case.
I just know that the Emperor handed over the throne as a birthday present.
Why would he want to be the Emperor instead of Oscar?
It would be wise to put Oscar on the throne, who was expecting to beco the Emperor, rather than , who knew nothing.
Oscar and my biological mother were both recognized by the imperial family.
As ti went by, and my head cooled down, there weren’t just one or two strange things.
Above all……
‘Will Oscar be okay?’
I have been well aware of the fact that there is severe education to beco the Emperor.
All his efforts were denied and taken away by , a baby, overnight.
‘I didn’t take it because I wanted to, but still.’
When I start at Oscar with so guilt, he asked with a bright smile.
“Why?”
“……towwy.” (……Sorry.)
“Towwy? What does that an?”
Today, I sighed, feeling the limits of my pronunciation keenly.
“Ewor hwate.” (Emperor hate.)
“Emperor hate?”
“Oong.”
“You an you don’t like the Emperor.”
“Wo.” (No.)
“Then you hate becoming the Emperor?”
“Oong.”
A slight nod made Oscar look serious. That’s why I beca serious.
‘As expected, is he upset?’
I looked at Oscar quietly, wiggling his fingers in suspense.
Oscar, who was staring at my face, opened his mouth seriously after a long ti.
“……too smart.”
“?”
“Mabel must be a genius.”
‘Um, no. Excuse .’
Why is that the conclusion? We were talking about sothing else!
Oscar grinned and poked in the cheek as I stared at him as I was dumbfounded.
“Mabel. You understand , don’t you?”
“Oong.”
“You’ll be the only baby in the world who understands and answers at the age of one. Why are you so cute and lovely?”
“Wo!”
You don’t an to change the subject, do you?
When I stared persistently at Oscar, he muttered ‘I can’t stop it,’ and gave a small smile.
Then he sat on the bed and set on his lap.
“Even if you don’t want to be the Emperor, you can’t help it, Mabel.
“Hwy?” (Why?)
“Because it’s to protect you.”
To protect ? Making Emperor?
It just didn’t make any sense. Does it an it’s dangerous if I’m not the Emperor?
I wanted to hear the details, but Oscar didn’t tell .
Looking at his bright eyes stained with faith and affection, I couldn’t help but squeeze.
Phew. As I sighed, Oscar suddenly called .
“Ah, Mabel.”
“Oong.”
“Was the ‘towwy’ from before an apology?”
Oscar’s eyes widened as I nodded.
“I thought it was the na of a painter I didn’t know.”
‘……wouldn’t it be more creepy for a 1-year-old baby to know the na of a painter you don’t know?’
What a strange way of thinking. Oscar is also an extraordinary man.
A small smile ford.
“You don’t have to say sorry. That’s what I wanted, Mabel becoming the Emperor.”
“Yu swudied a wot.” (You studied a lot.)
“I did study a lot, but I don’t think that was a waste of ti. There’s nothing wrong with learning.”
“Bwut……” (But……)
Oscar patted on the head as I blurted out the end of my speech.
For a mont, I beca sleepy.
“Of course it’s studying that I need to so. Because I need to help my lovely younger sister who’s going to beco the Emperor.”
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