“Heck... your words are absolutely right. But!”
Lillian wiped fake tears from under her veil, drawing features of sadness: “It is shameful, but the fate of my entire family hangs on my brother’s neck.”
Her real cousin was “saved” somewhere, but she continued to play her role brilliantly: “He failed the exam five times, and yet he still did his best to achieve success and comfort my parents and comfort me... Seeing him like this tore my heart apart...”
“Wow...”
“Huh.. He's struggling to become an administrative officer, so much so that he's repeating the last year of the academy for the fifth time now.”
"Oh my God! Tuition fees...!"
“My heart hurts, I just want to do anything for him.”
At that moment, the priest's suspicion turned into absolute pity for Lillian.
Oh my God, a sister sacrifices her prayers for her brother to enter university! What lucky brother is this?
“I didn’t want to ask His Highness the Prince for something like this during the trip.. but the entrance exam is coming up...”
“Huff.. Okay sister, I will give you permission to enter the ‘fitting room’.”
“Thank you, thank you very much...”
Hoff, as expected, “education obsession” is the perfect excuse for all times and places.
The villain leaned towards her and whispered: “Your acting is really brilliant. You are truly from the Taillard family, flying like a butterfly.”
“You're praising me too much.”
It's beyond my control; The characteristics of the five major families appear clearly whenever a person is a direct heir.
However, Lilian felt nervous as she entered the temple after a long time.
'I haven't entered a temple since my parents died.'
Because the temple priests at that time attacked Lillian no less harshly than others: ‘She is a cursed child!’
'She can't even accept the fact that the ruler has abandoned her!'
'Tsk tsk, her parents were the couple nominated for the head of the family, what a tragic ending.'
Anyway, the Vernis Empire is strange; They protect the rights of those in control while the rights of children are at the bottom.
'No matter how much I think about it, this empire is backward... it has no future.'
When they arrived at the fitting room under the guidance of the priest, the evil one stopped her as she intended to enter alone.
“I'm going in too, right?”
"Yes? Your Highness too?"
“I have to see what rank the person I named will get.”
Oh, what is this? No, this is not permissible talk, Your Highness the Prince.
‘What if a C or D rank appears? What will you do then?'
Even though he branded her and she got a year's notice, Lillian didn't trust this man.
How could she trust someone who was sending signals of a “desire to destroy” to the dominatrix he had branded?
There is a possibility that he will get mad and say: 'Hmm? The tool you marked as low-ranking?'
“Oh my God, Your Highness.”
Hufffff —
Lillian put her hand on her right cheek: “This behavior is just like standing next to someone and watching them measure their weight.”
“What does that mean?”
“I mean I'm ashamed...it's embarrassing.”
"Hmm? Do you feel embarrassed holding someone else's leash?"
“It's a private moment, isn't it? So-”
Lillian pushed the villain's arm very lightly.
In fact, it was not a payment; He swore it was just the gentle caress of her fingers on his bare wrist.
“I will go alone and come back quickly.”
But in that moment when she touched him as she spoke—
'Hmm...?'
Click -
A feeling like static electricity ran through her fingertips.
The villain who was intending to enter with her also stopped.
“…? Oh, I’m sorry.”
“…….”
“It looks like it's still dry.”
The villain narrowed his eyes and looked at her intently.
It seemed from his annoyed expression that the sting was strong enough.
“...Okay. Go and come back.”
“present”
Good, he doesn't seem to feel destructive about things like this.
However, I should apply moisturizer on my hands next time.
* * *
The fitting room looked like a small chapel, but what set it apart from others was a fountain built into the wall.
'That wall fountain is an artifact in itself.'
The holy water swirling in the fountain is charged with the power of measurement.
Simply put, if you put your hand in it, words appear from under the water.
Lillian dipped her hand in the cold water.
'Please, let it be rank B'
Based on the severity of her awakening fever, it was impossible for her to be a C or D rank.
But she did not desire a high rank; Obtaining a B rank is more suitable for withdrawing quietly later.
‘Oh God, please.. Rank B...!’
Soon, rainbow particles began to sparkle in the water.
But Lillian tilted her head questioningly.
There is something strange.
Is this the number 8?
Or is it a very fat B?
Lillian tilted her head to the side; It doesn't look like the letter B, it looks like a snowman.
A snowman...and above that, a snowman lying horizontally...?
“Ah, a minute”
Lillian clicked her tongue; I completely forgot.
Her prayers never work.
However, Lillian sighed as she looked at the ceiling indifferently: “Oh my God, why are you doing this to me at this late age?”
What the hell does that infinity sign (∞) mean...?
'I didn't want an ability that was so exaggerated and strange!'
After untangling the villain, Lillian intended to withdraw safely.
But if there was such a strange “gadget” next to it?
'If I were him, I would never let her go.'
Well, you've decided; I'll lie a little to survive.
And with perfect timing, a low voice was heard from behind the door:
“Miss Tillard”
“Yes, Your Highness”
Before leaving, she looked at her reflection in the holy water; There was no flaw in her facial expressions.
Lillian smiled casually and walked out: “Actually, I got a B rank.”
“…B?”
“Yes, it was rank B. Unfortunately...”
Lillian emphasized her words; He's not going to annihilate me just because I don't have an A rank, right?
Lillian then quickly changed the topic: “But, Your Highness. Is the Tenberen Kingdom delegation here?”
While she and the villain were in the fitting room, Elias was supposed to inquire with the priest.
On whether the princess was actually there under an alias at this time.
“It was just as you said. There is a delegation of a young lady who came to recover.”
“……!”
“But she's from a family I've never heard of before.”
As I expected.
But it would be strange for this man to continue searching and investigating further.
Women who come to the temple for healing usually do not allow strangers to visit men.
Now it was Lillian's turn to act.
“Then Your Highness, I will go check it out first.”
It would be enough for me to go with the knight Jean and some dominatrixes.
The villain slowly extended his hand: “Then before you go, do the control process for once.”
“……! Do you feel like you are going to go berserk?”
“Since you just pushed me away out of embarrassment, I guess that will happen.”
What a lie...
Anyway, Lillian grabbed the villain's hand; Now that she is in control of him, she should get used to holding his hand.
And again, there was this stimulation that looked like static electricity.
Click -
Lillian secretly clicked her tongue; Oh my gosh, I need to take care of moisturizing my hands immediately.
* * *
Those with abilities naturally had very sharp senses.
So, even if Lilian gently said to Efrain, ‘I got a B-rank’ —
"Hui, did you hear? Miss got rank B."
“That's what was said...”
“Tsk, I thought it would be Rank A.”
The shadows who were standing far away from Evren heard everything.
They were a little disappointed...
“It would have been better if her rank was comparable to that of the Second Prince’s side.”
Although the “second prince’s side” is Iris Tillard, Lillian’s sister.
Since Iris is an S-rank, they wished Lillian was at least an A-rank…
But no one dared to say it openly; They were careful to monitor Evren's reaction.
'Is His Highness disappointed?'
The followers respected Evren, but at the same time they greatly feared him.
So the sight of Evren deep in thought was strange and shocking for them.
“Hmm...”
He even said 'hmmm'!
The shadows held their breath from a mixture of fear and wonder.
'What's going on!?'
'Is His Highness worried about the missus?'
'Can it really be love...?'
'No, it's too early to judge that!'
While everyone was watching Evren's condition expectantly —
He was actually recalling the two moments he had touched Lilian.
'When I held Lillian's hand, of course...'
Feelings that were not his own flowed into him.