20 Chapter 20
Dietrich was only an eight-year-old child, but he had no affection, so I sotis couldn't believe he was a child.1
'Maybe he's reincarnated like .'
The noonti sunshine shines over Dietrich's dense eyelashes. He moving his little mouth and chewed a piece of steak that was served as a special treat.
'If you look at it like this, he looks no different from porcelain dolls.'
Unlike Alfonso, who is treated very valuable in Lagrange, Dietrich didn't have a tutor who taught the etiquette, but he cut the steak gracefully with a straight posture.
On the other hand, I struggled to eat steak because I was too busy holding the knife properly.
'How long has it been since I had at?'
Why can't I eat it when it's right in front of my eyes?
The thought of a large chunk of steak flies into the sky because it can't be eaten makes want to cry.
It was the first ti that at was served as a al in Dahlia, so my mouth was watery just by the sll, but the thick at was too tough to cut with my plump hands.
"Why aren't you eating?"
Dietrich sat opposite and had already emptied his bowl halfway, he tilts his head. He looked at the at I tried slaughter and reached out his hand to take my plate.
"My mit." [my at]
He must think I'm not going to eat, so he's going to eat it. I bowed my head with regret tears.1
'Yes, it's better for Dietrich to eat it, than not to eat it at all,'
"Where are you going?"
When I slithered down from the high dining table chair, Dietrich frowned while cutting the steak.
"Go up again."2
He ca down from his seat, put on the road chair, and returned a plate of chopped steak.
I laughed as I looked down at the at, which seed more sparkly than before on a gold-glowed vine-carved plate.3
'You took it to cut it off!'
I have to reflect on my suspicion about him for a mont because there was a history of he not giving out the rabbit at caught in the past.5
"Detteli, thank you."
He resud the al and ignoring my gratitude. I use a fork to stab the steak that has been sliced to fit the size of my mouth and I put it in my mouth.
"Uhh, delicious."
It's a taste that made sigh. Even I, who had never eaten expensive at was convinced that it was very high in quality just from the at texture that lted gently in the tip of my tongue.
"Don't eat while crying."4
"Um."
I held back my tears, breathing in Dietrich's words. I don't really want to cry.2
'I think it's hard to control my tear glands because I'm young.'
"Why would you give at?"
"It's Derrick Lagrange's birthday."
Dietrich never referred to Derreck as his father.
'Well, I wouldn't want to call such a man father's man.'
Can a man who has a child and doesn't raise them properly, and doesn't even know his child face properly be called a father?
'I'll pretend this is my birthday.'
You don't even know when your children's birthday, you're really a very funny guy.
The at on the table to celebrate Derek Lagrange's birthday would have made my appetite drop, but I try didn't care about it and put the plump at until the last piece into my mouth.
'The at is innocent.'4
Delicious.
The at is just delicious. I extended my hand to the servant, who smiled and took care of the dessert.
"Giv it tu, too." (Give it to , too)
"Oh, dessert is served only to Young Master Dietrich, the candidate for successor."
"Wat!" (what!)7
Have you seen such a deadly family? It's said this is the Grand Duke castle! I can't believe they're discriminating against children with food and money.
I glared at the servant scratching the back of his head with an awkward face. But the pudding in his hand was really only one bowl, and my trifling eyes were useless.
"Then I'm going back."
As a servant, he said good-bye politely after putting a bright yellow pudding in front of Dietrich.
I turned my head to Dietrich, who nodded with a more aristocratic attitude.
'There's only one bowl left of pudding.'
As I rember, he doesn't like sothing sweets so much. I jumped out of the chair and imdiately ran towards him.2
He looked at standing beside him with a small teaspoon.
"Why."
"Do you want to eat it?"
"I don't know because I've never eaten this."
The size of the pudding was only like his palm, it small and wasn't enough to be shared. I held his knee with both hands, mute as a baby bird.
The soft pudding on the teaspoon soon disappeared into Dietrich's neat mouth. I couldn't stand it and urged him again.
"Want it?"
"Hm."
"…Anissa, uh?"
At this rate, Dietrich might have noticed, but he looked at indifferently, pretending to know nothing, and raised one side of his mouth.2
"!"
"Why?"
In the middle of his handso smile that fascinated for a mont, Dietrich poured the rest of the pudding into his mouth.8
"Oh, no!"
I quickly reached out, but the plate was already clean. Dietrich shrugged his shoulders with a villainous face, staring at my open mouth.
"If you eat too many sweets, your teeth will decay."
A bad guy.
As expected, he is a villain.5
***
"Malilin."
"Yes, Princess."
"Anissa wants pudding." Marilyn bit her lips as though she was sorry. Her affection is mingled with her sweet aura.
"Dahlia doesn't have any fancy desserts, Princess. Instead… I'm, um…"
"Instead?"
"Oat porridge! Baked oats and cookies!"
"Kuki!"
"Oh, no, there's no sugar."
There is nothing in Dahlia.
They didn't seem to have any ingredients to make it. I hugged her and smiled when I see her restlessly.
"It's akay, I'm kiding. No, I'm full now." [It's okay, I'm kidding. No, I'm full now]3
It's already been three days since I had a steak that went out quickly. A flat belly of a child is weakly.
Untie and sink.
Marilyn rubbed my little shoulder with a face that seed can cry at any mont.
"I'll ask the maid to increase the food expenses a little."
"No, it's akay. Malilin got in trouble last ti."
Lancel was not the only one who stole the money Dahlia's expenses. The maid-chief of Nature Palace was squeezing with Lancel to gulping over half the money which co to Dahlia.
At Lancel's level, Dietrich could handle it, but other maids or servants of the Nature palace couldn't easily to touch.
"Is sugar in Nature?"
"Of course. There's sugar, flour, and everything in Nature."
"Hoo-um."
I narrowed my eyes to Marilyn's words and made a plan.
Lagrange was such a huge fortress that there were five more castles besides Derek's castle.
I have lived here for almost three years, I haven't even been to the other castle except for Leatrice and Dahlia.
'Besides, I couldn't see the Liatrice Palace properly.'
"Can Anissa go thele?" [Can Anissa go there?]
"To Nature?"
Marilyn's eyes thinned with my question.
"There's no rule that princesses are not allowed to enter the Nature palace."
"I'd like to go then."
The Leatrice Palace and other palaces were dangerous because other children were alive, but no other Lagrange other than Derreck stayed in the Nature Palace.
'Besides, Derreck LaGrange is in the capital right now.'
Except for the worker, it's like an empty castle. At the sa ti, Dietrich was taking candidate classes for succession in the Nature Palace, so there was no excuse.
"Would you like that? Then I'll go and ask the maid I know for sugar."
"Malilin, my bag."
"...this isn't a bag, Princess"
"It's a bag!"
I put a precious chocolate cookie that Marilyn brought to for an ergency and a small cookie that I haven't give to Baal because I haven't borrowed his sword this ti.
"That's right, a bag."
I tie a string to wrapping a cloth tightly in front of my chest and turn around to show Marilyn my nice bag, and she smiles at .3
"It suits you."
The yellow dress Marilyn made really match with the green cloth.
'Although it looks a little funny.'
When I was younger, I was caught while bringing milk to Dietrich using this bag. Now I go to Nature with the sa bag.
I holding Marilyn's hand and moving in a hurry, the sun sets in the sky.
The scarlet nature was a white castle with sharp spiers.
"Princess, please stay here for a mont."
Marilyn sat in a bench close to the entrance and then stroked my head.
"Andestand." [understand]
"You can't go anywhere. Because nature is much wider than Dahlia."
"Uh."
'You know what kind of child I am.'
I pout out my mouth and nodded triumphantly.
"Anissa, not going anywhere."
Marilyn seed to believe in , but she anxiously and glanced back at . As if to reassure her, I'm not moving a bit when she looked twice on the bench.
'You can't see it anymore, can you?'
I got off the bench as soon as Marilyn get out of my sight.2
'It will be three tis bigger than Dahlia.'
The main palace was very beautiful as if it were carved from antique ivory. I can't believe it's the castle of Lagrange, whose title is the gate of devil's curse.
"The baseless bastard dares to attack Master Alfon."
At the mont. A ravenous voice rumbles the garden as if it would tear my ears.
'What's going on?'
I went in the direction of the sound and crouching to unseen by adults.
"Huh? How dare a slave bitch like you raise your eyes like that to Lagrange?!"
Buagh!
The man raised his voice followed by the sound of a punch. It reminded of Yuric who had been beaten in Leatrice's garden. But I didn't stop moving forward even though I flinched.
'However, there's no proper adult in this house.'
Of course, except Marilyn.
The face that was flushed with anger from the man was the first thing I saw it from under the thick bush. In the hands of the man who is as wide as a pan, there is a child who is very familiar to . But that isn't Yuric.
'Dietrich?'
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