Please Be A Traitor - Chapter 43

There will be an active event starting in the afternoon, so I thought I was going to teach the girls about the basic movement of Taekwondo and light weight training in the meantime.

Some people gathered.

The picnic was well prepared as the people in charge put their heart into it.

The tea, snacks, and music were great, and above all, I felt good because the ladies who participated enjoyed it.

When I said I won’t be participating in the morning event, the people in charge were very perplexed.

Because if I attended, they would naturally give 1st place to me but I don’t want to be bowed down like that.

Perhaps because the 1st place was scheduled to be me, the congratulations prepared for the winner were splendid.

The ladies, who were given a splendid celebration as I abstained, were more excited.

And in the meantime, the girls would sometimes talk about various rumors or the atmosphere of each family in society.

The more I listened to it, the more I thought I had to sort out the internal problems within Krenberia’s territory.

The atmosphere was not as depressed as when they talked among themselves, since I was not agitated by whatever I heard.

As I was troubled by a bigger problem, the problem within their own family felt trivial.

Those who wanted to stick with the Empress Dowager and the Crown Prince were trying to show their opposition to letting Karpel into the family, but the Emperor’s aim was always Krenberia.

In the original story, Krenberia territory was said to be completely ruined, so most likely my aunt, who followed the Empress, was not completely safe..

If my aunt knew that following the Empress was of no use, she wouldn’t have bothered to try to separate the children from her line from me.

And whether it’s intended or not, for the sake of family, the act my aunt chose completely divided the family by antagonizing me and my father’s forces.

Of course, it won’t change that my goal is to break my engagement to Karpel.

‘Does my father know that the Emperor’s aim is Krenberia? Because it will be the same whether I’m engaged to Karpel or not.’

I could simply announce the Emperor’s intention to gather and unite the aristocratic family within Krenberia’s territory.

But if I do that, my aunt could be isolated within the Imperial Palace’s society.

Even here, I can’t tell that the ladies were anxious about it, but there were several ways to relieve the anxiety as a temporary measure.

The social circle of the Iberox Empire has traditionally been divided and competed between aristocrats and the Empress sections.

As the Empress rarely socialized within the aristocrats, the center of the aristocracy mostly was the Duchess of Krenberia, who was not present.

So the center of the aristocratic society was in the hands of the Marchioness of Zellude.

The Marquis of Zellude was the second largest family after Krenberia.

However, after the death of her husband, and the present Marquis, Louise Zellude, had not yet reached his age, the family strength became weak.

There, the Marchioness succeeded in making her husband’s illegitimate daughter become the prospective Crown Princess and take over the social circle. But the girl lacked the ability to lead so the wives were waiting for me to reach adulthood.

The Marchioness had a little real power as she looked like a fox sitting in an empty tiger’s den.

My authority, who was still a minor and had not made my debut yet, was greater than the Marchioness.

That’s why if I asked the Marchioness of Zellude to make a social event with Lady Zellude, as the prospective Crown Princess, Count Havel would have no choice but to send Dirsa out.

The center of the society in the future would be Lady Zellude and me, so if Count Havel doesn’t want to isolate his daughter from the society, he won’t be able to ignore the invitation.

They are just little children, so if we gather together and laugh and talk, the anxiety will be relieved a little.

‘I am going to play a little bit today, and I’m going to invite Lady Clara Zellude for the tea party next week.’

Clara Zellude, the illegitimate daughter of the former Count Zellude, is still 19. So I rarely met her.

‘How has Clara been?’

Clara is the Crown Prince’s fiancee, but she made her debut late due to family circumstances, so her position is somewhat weak. Moreover, Radiev was kind to every lady so Clara had a hard time.

In that situation, she was quite kind to me, whether or not she felt superior to me, who was treated like a cold meal by Karpel.

That’s why I felt a little awkward about her.

In the past, I used to hate the pity I got from her because I didn’t want to accept that Karpel didn’t love me. But since I remember my previous life, I somehow felt sorry for hating her.

In the original story, Clara was a faint character who quietly stepped down when Radiev asked to break their engagement because he fell in love with Shabelle.

As I remembered the content of <The White Snow, Shabelle> I felt angry again.

Originally, Clara, as Radiev’s fiance, is the character who is supposed to be the villainess.

But why on earth am I, the fiance of the Male Sub Character, became the villainess?

Lunch was being prepared under the shade while I was lost in thought.

The person in charge stepped up to the podium when I wanted to move away slowly.

After drawing attention with a light trumpet sound, he greeted and opened his mouth.

“Today, His Grace The Duke has prepared presents for all of you.”

Finally, that person seemed to give away the present my father had prepared.

The girls whispered in anticipation.

The servants busily began to hand out boxes slightly longer than pencil cases.

The box was quite luxurious, too.

The decorated ribbon was so pretty that it was a waste to throw away.

In the meantime, the person in charge guided us about the presents.

“It was specially made to order on the pretty frills, and in particular, the design contains a beautiful pattern designed by Lady Krenberia herself.”

Wait. What did I design?

I don’t remember anything, but since I was popular as the girls’ idol, even when I asked to change the ribbon to a frill when choosing a dress, the dress shop owner promoted the design of the dress as if I had designed it.

I thought it would be the same this time.

A box was also placed in front of me, who was puzzled.

Everyone opened the box and took out what was inside.

It’s a hand fan.

A luxury hand fan made of high quality lace and silk.

The beads, decorated on the edge of the fan, sparkle every time it catches the light.

As the sun rises, it can get a little hot when we have our conversation outside, so it was a pretty good gift.

Seeing the girls who had pulled out their fans and held them in exasperation, I untied the ribbon and pulled out what was inside.

I thought the color of the box was a little different, but my fan was decorated with real jewels on the edge.

Just opening the box gave off a subtle scent, as if the box was made of juniper wood.

I spread out the fan and tried to fry it gently.

It felt good.

It was the same for the ladies. Everyone was grinning and babbling as they tried the fan.

“It’s a pretty frill fan, I’ll keep it forever! Thank you, His Grace The Duke and Inaila-nim!”

“Inaila-nim, the pattern is very pretty!”

When I saw the lady sitting in the front spread a fan on her lap and redraw an embroidered pattern with her fingertips, I felt something strange and tilted my head.

‘Bastard?’

The pattern of the part that was not covered by the hand was obviously in Korean and said “bastard”.

It was evident that Hangul was gradually revealed on the lady’s hand from the direction I was looking from.

When the lady’s hand fell completely from the fan, I could read all the sentences on the fan correctly.

[Radiev Lolicom Bastard]

I covered my mouth from the shout that was about to come out.

‘Wh-what is this?’

My heart was pounding and my head was spinning.

Why is it written on the fan made by pretty frills?

“Inaila-nim?”

“Inaila-nim, you look pale!”

I remembered that the person in charge said that the fans were prepared by my father, so I was looking for that person.

The questions of why and how my father knew Hangul and whether or not my father was reincarnated came to my mind.

Then I found another fan with another letter on it.

[Heuk heuk]

“……”

It was a meaningless sentence, but my head, which was a mess, was organized at once.

It’s my handwriting.

“Sigh……”

Come to think of it, I remembered that my father asked me what I had written on the memo pad. And I answered that it was an embroidery design at the time.

I didn’t know my graffiti would be embroidered with silk and gold thread.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh, I am okay. I was embarrassed because there were embarrassing patterns mixed in.”

The ladies opened their fans and tilted their heads.

“But the pattern is so beautiful.”

On the fan that lady was holding, it said, ‘I am going to poop with a golden spoon’.

“I think so, too.”

While on this lady’s fan said, ‘It’s a mess, totally a mess’.

Then I looked at my fan in fear.

[The strongest Karpel]

“……”

If my father knew what was written on my fan, he would mostly break the fan, right?