DUE TO MISHAP, I BECAME QUEEN - Chapter 67

Even if he could not see their color, he noted that her eyes bore strength of will. Her nose was straight and stubborn, as though it were not familiar with the word waste. Her face was white and smooth as porcelain, and her lips looked intelligent, they were not too thin or thick. Her dark but shiny straggly hair fell about her shoulders because she had taken off her hair decoration.

Despite the sad droop of her slender shoulders, her back was straight. She looked…dignified.

Ernest thought her beautiful; a goddess of the moon. She did not lose to the blossoming flowers that around her lit by the moonlight.

But at the same time, Ernest felt pity for the beautiful girl. She would probably not win against her sister.

She surpassed her sister in beauty, he thought, but she did not have that quality which made men want to protect her, unlike her sister.

She was truly beautiful.

Like a beautiful white flower in the moonlight, she had a graceful dignified aura. Ernest forgot his nausea and disgust watching her. But it was her sister, Leticia, who had won the hearts of many men in the royal capital.

It was no surprise; Society was full of vain foolish men. And women like Leticia used such foolish men to bolster their self-esteem. But Matthias had some sexual preferences different to others, seemed to be the exception. (Zuben: Honestly, what is it about Matthias?!)

For the foolish men who had fallen for Leticia, the dignified woman would induce the opposite feeling. A beautiful independent woman would threaten their sense of superiority.

How shameless.

Because of her insensitive sister and idiotic men, she was seen as a bad person.

Seeing someone who had also been tormented by their sibling in the same way, Ernest felt a sense of kinship. Even though he did not know her, he was angry on her behalf.

But then he thought, a frown marring his face, why was she here by herself?

She should go back. If she wanted to get married, she needed to return to the ball and try to repair her reputation.

She could cry like her sister or failing that, have slightly wet eyes and bite herself to show that she was being brave. But it would be hard to win against the protective instinct that Leticia induced. Anger and bitterness filled Ernest’s heart.

But this was a woman; a woman who had the weapon called tears. (Zuben: I need to start learning how to cry again)

To protect her reputation and pride, she must use her tears.

In truth, Ernest’s sisters used their tears not only when they wanted to bully Ernest but also when they had problems with others, effectively using crying to their advantage.

Surely, she should use her weapon to her advantage like other women. (Zuben: But we is special snowflakes, we don’t be crying in front of others)

It suddenly dawned on Ernest that he was encouraging a member of the despised existence – woman, to use her tears as a weapon. He quickly collected himself.

But at that moment, he heard her say.

‘Why…? Why…?’

He was mesmerized by the sight.

Tears turned silver in the moonlight ran down her pale cheek.