No. 313
marriage?
Who?
Maybe not me and you?
It was so absurd that I was wondering if I had heard the wrong thing.
"I beg your pardon?"
When asked, Andre swept his head. It seemed to me that it was fatal to me. However, in the aesthetics that have risen to the top of his head by the surrounding environment for decades, he was a single squid.
“Yes, Young Lady won. We lost.”
"Yes?"
“It's going to be bad. Know. Young Lady's bet on the family with the Imperialists took a big word for me.”
I laughed in vain.
So, to summarize his words, this was the meaning.
'The demand for independence is a political strategy for Dubbleed to gain power.
If it's about confusion with the first Prince Andre, you will be satisfied with Dubbleed as well.
So, Prince Andre, who is a waste of LeBlaine Dubbleed, marries her.’
I have a headache.
As he held his forehead, Prince Andre said.
“Once I deal with the monsters that flock to the system. Get rid of the things that the Duke of Marche had in the sky and my sister.”
“… .”
"What are you doing. Go ahead and don't move. Are you going to be my girl and behave like a child who can't distinguish between them? If that's the case, I can't get you married.”
He said it as if it was a great hit.
There, Ishak burst.
Ishak said, “Crazy… … !” He screamed and put his hand on the scabbard around his waist, and Henry intercepted him.
However, if the veins of Henry's temples were also swelling, he was poised to aim even a fire magic on the madman's head.
John and my father were no different.
If you noticed it, you would know that it was a crisis of life, but like the Empress's grandson, Andre had no notice at all.
“It would be wise to pretend you couldn't win when I give it a chance. I missed it and hit the ground and regretted it, but it's too late... … .”
“There is no regret.”
“Are you shy that you've been caught?”
“You don’t seem to understand what I’m saying, so I will answer you for sure.”
I said frowningly.
“I have no intention of marrying your Majesty.”
“… … What?"
Andre puffed his mouth with a look that he couldn't believe it.
He looked terribly embarrassed.
He barely opened his speech until after he laughed several times.
“There is nothing more suited to the purpose of Young Lady than marrying me.”
“I don't know where you've misunderstood my words, but there's no such thing as a marriage to your Majesty anywhere for my purposes.”
“I will say it again. Hold it when you give it a chance.”
“Thank you for your concern, but I don't want to marry.”
“Young Lady is lying now.”
“No, I really mean it. I swear by my family and myself. I don't want to marry your majesty.”
"what is the reason. Because I'm too much for Young Lady? Anything like that would be fine. There's no marriage that takes everyone's heart. I just need to learn gradually to become my rain-”
“You ask why, so I dare answer you.”
Andre's expression was crumpled, but I replied with a casual expression.
“First of all, I hate that curly hair.”
“What, what?!”
“It is very regrettable that your Majesty's beauty has not been inherited at all. The worst of the worst is personality. stupid… … The short thoughts, the arrogance of thinking that the world is going for the Majesty, are special.”
“Hey, Young Lady!”
“I hate not being sincere. I hate not to listen to the other person. In addition, I hate to pretend to be stern, but I hate the infinitely light speech, and I hate the point that I cannot live without reigning over others, and I don't like the hot-bloodedness that my hands go ahead of words. And-"
“Stop, stop!”
As Andre screamed like a seizure, I laughed brightly and poked a wedge.
“Charge, I smell bad breath.”
“LeBlaine Dubbleed!”
“So don’t worry. I swear I've never coveted Your Majesty in even a second.”
"you you… … !”
“Your Majesty took care of himself, but that’s good, right? Now, then.”
I shook my hands toward the servants.
“Guest is passing away, please see me off.”
Then I went up the stairs with a fresh face. A familiar ridicule was heard behind his back. Even without looking back, I knew they were my brothers.
“Ah, bad breath.”
“I can’t smell my breath.”
“Apart from the smell of breath, everything is ineligible, brother.”
* * *
Repentantly, Andre headed for Yvonne Palace in a spirited manner.
As he spurred the door, Yvonne, who was talking to her maternal grandfather, the Duke of Marche and her brother Sloane Marche, frowned on him.
“What is this doing without courtesy.”
He coughed at the voice of Queen Queen's blade, and he bowed him, head lightly toward his maternal grandfather.
After greeting his face to face, the Duke of Marshu continued the disconnected conversation.
“The question is when you take your feet out of the temples.”
“But, Father, what if the temples falls on our private parts. There are a lot of people who talk about Andre's legitimacy, but if it is revealed that the first Caju was the staff of Ivan who rebelled against the founding emperor... … .”
“Now the prince’s legitimacy is not a problem. We were too deeply involved in the work of the temples. When it is revealed that the funding of the Seongsuhwa experiment is revealed, the downfall is only a moment, Empress.”
“Give me a way. What can I do?”
Ethlon Marche replied to the Empress's words.
“Wouldn’t there be no other way than to put the ball in the subjugation of the temples.”
“In the end, the key is Young Lady Dubbleed … … .”
“Aren’t you okay with Young Lady Dubbleed? She must have been pretty cute.”
“She’s a smart kid. She bow her head in front of me, but I never line up. I'm walking a tightrope tightly.”
“Would you like to present a confusion? Marriage to the first prince is a suggestion that will not hurt either.”
Then Prince Andre frowned on him.
“Don’t even say anything!”
“Nephew, this is a matter of not only my nephew's throne, but also Marche's tomorrow. I don’t think emotionally-”
“It's a crazy girl. I dare hate me. star… … !”
The faces of Empress Yvonne and Duke Marche hardened.
The empress asked in a sharp voice.
“What are you talking about?”
“The nose stick pierces the sky. How great if I am, I dare to be the first prince of the empire… … .”
"Andre, can't you tell me to understand."
“Why did that girl rhyme in front of his Majesty and the nobles about such nonsense as independence? As I looked at, it was a bluff to take the empire into my hands at this opportunity, so I said that I would go over it as I wanted.”
"What… … ?”
“I said I would marry you. She even said that what was lacking could be learned gradually. But that crazy thing... … Ah, Queen, loosen your facial expressions. I'm fine. There's no way I can swing it because it's bullshit-”
“What the hell have you done!!”
Empress Yvonne angered him.
It was the first time that Queen was so excited in front of him.
Bewildered Andre puffed his mouth.
“Mo, Mothe-… … .”
Empress Yvonne said, “Ah... … .” She moaned and touched her forehead.
Andre said with a resentful look.
“I have been blessed with Dubbleed. Does the next emperor's rain make sense when you consider their wicked prestige?”
“This crazy guy!”
"why… … . Why are my maternal grandparents doing this? Please tell me to find reason.”
However, Duke and Ethlon Marche frowned and sighed.
Prince Andre was energetic.
“Why the hell are you doing this! Even if the girl in Amman is great, it is only a people. Must be loyal to the imperial family-”
match!
His cheeks became hot as if on fire.
Andre looked at Empress Yvonne, holding his cheek with an unbelievable expression.
“How did Mo, Mother do me… … .”
“I hate to see you, so disappear right in front of my eyes.”
“… … I was trying to do it well!”
“I'd rather stay still. It would not have been so complicated if I had only taken care of feeding it.”
"Yes?"
“I don’t know! We can't survive without Young Lady Dubbleed. Because we had a deep relationship with the temples that became a traitor, if we did something wrong, let alone aim for the emperor, the hat could be deposed side by side!”
“… … .”
As Empress Yvonne staggered, holding her forehead, the Duke of Marshu supported her.
Ethlon Marshu sighed and shook his head.
“I thought I'd pay four months someday.”
"uncle!"
Ethlon Marche looked at his father without responding to Andre's words.
“What do you do now. My nephew screwed up my job before even starting.”
“I have no choice but to soothe LeBlaine Dubbleed anyway.”
Empress Yvonne, Duke of Marche and Ethlon Marche looked at Andre at the same time.
Said the Duke of Marche.
“I'll meet the Duke of Dubbleed, so go to Young Lady Dubbleed from the prince.”
“No way! Why am I the first prince? … .”
“The prince-!”
The Duke of Marche worked.
AndrΓ© looked at his maternal grandfather, getting tired of it.
Even among the great nobles, the old-fashioned boss, who always reigned in the top, was not a match for a young chick like Andre.
Said the Duke of Marche, who caught Andre's fate.
“What is the reason why the prince, who cannot be matched with Adrian, has not been pushed down from the succession ranks so far?”
“… … .”
“It's all thanks to Igor Marsche. The prince has enjoyed everything because he is my daughter's son and my only grandchild. By the way, Andre.”
“… … .”
“It's getting harder and harder to see you.”
“Ha, grandfather… … .”
“Whether you bow down to Young Lady Dubbleed or pray with tears, turn your heart back.”
“… … .”
“Answer, Andre.”
"Yes… … Yes."
Andre, faintly tired, drew his head.
Ethlon Marche woke up, shaking his head.
“I will meet the three Dubbleed brothers. My sister will crack down on Dubbleed's vassals, and my father will meet the Duke of Dubbleed.”
The other two nodded.
* * *
The Pope looked at Mina, sleeping dead.
Her hair, which had been swaying around her chest, became infinitely long and waved on the sheet.
The priest approached the Pope's side, said.
“Today, I endured the fourth round.”
“Completion is.”
“It's not long.”
A blue bruise appeared along Mina's eyes. If you look closely, you can see five-colored incontinence-like scales.
The priest, looking at Mina's trembling eyelashes, said.
“She looked for His Holiness anxiously again today.”
"So."
“During the experiment, she is very anxious. As always, if His Holiness is with her, it will be easy to proceed... … .”
Mina stuttered at her collar as if to find her last cord in her dreams, but the Pope grimly shook her hand.
[Inse is human! Only you can save yourself!]
The boy's face, which she had been shouting, glared in front of her eyes.
He took out a small portrait from his arms and smiled more affectionately.
'No, Goddess. God exists.'
Didn't he let me meet you and me?
In the portrait, the pope whispered to LeBlaine, who smiled brightly.
Ah, finally.
I finally met you.
“My plumeria.”
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