The Princess’s Doll Shop - Chapter 37

“…Kathia?”

Sure enough, calling him a genius must not have been an exaggeration. Also, he was very cold and had an objective temperament.

Remarkably recognizing Kathia at first sight, Deon initially wore an annoyed expression.

Obviously, that was revealed unintentionally, so he quickly switched to a warm smile instead.

Kathia felt like screaming at him. But it felt like a strong wall was being built as Deon softly smiled.

This can’t be. He’s not even curious about me; doesn’t bother to ask what I need help with, he has no interest in me at all. What should I do?

Think. What should I do to…

“My goodness, your Majesty!”

It was right before Madam Murphy yanked Kathia back, scared out of her mind. It can’t be. This can’t happen! Kathia rushed to hold Deon by the edge of his sleeve.

Then she whispered quietly with a clear voice.

“I’ll help you too.”

“…”

“Use me. I should be useful to you for sure.”

She then fell back from Deon as Madam Murphy was pulling her back.

From Kathia almost pressing the tips of their noses together to falling back, the distance between them growing, his black eyes had continually stared back at her without blinking.

His perfectly arched lips were slightly distorted.

Madam Murphy kept bowing to them multiple times for Kathia’s rudeness and took the wobbling Kathia towards the trial grounds before disappearing from sight.

“That scared me… She was so pretty it freaked me out.”

“What in the world happened, your Majesty? What did the Princess say to you?”

“Nothing in particular.”

After removing his façade, his low voice seemed more sunken than usual.

Hughes couldn’t gauge whether Deon’s strange expression was good or not, so he carefully closed his mouth; Deon cannot be bothered in this kind of state.

Just as he was about to maintain this silence, Deon who looked towards the corner of the trial grounds tossed out an unexpected question.

“What’s the name?”

“Gasp, your Majesty, you’re too much. After all these years we’ve been through together, you don’t recall my name…”

“Not you, that woman.”

That woman? Who? Perhaps…

His eyes blinked from behind his monocle. As he mentioned previously, he didn’t dare to ask the question again stupidly, because of all the time he had spent serving Deon.

As to be proud of his smart nature in his own way, Hughes Glodis had a bewildered look when he gave the answer his master asked for.

“It’s Kathia. Kathia Milo del Brezina.”

Deon, without any response, continued walking.

I wondered if he remembered the name he asked for.

Hughes followed after suddenly shaking his head, thinking he couldn’t read Deon’s mind at all.

Arriving at the trial grounds in the imperial palace, while pretentiously greeting the other aristocrats, he sensed a chaotic atmosphere, even though the trial hadn’t started yet.

It was because of Kathia, who was sitting in the first row and caught everyone’s eye. In fact, Hughes’s eyes were also rolling towards her like they had a mind of their own.

Wow, the more I look at her, the more I realize she’s a woman of peerless beauty.

She seemed picturesque, even though the sight of her was heartrending, so frail and seemingly ready to fall at the slightest touch as she had suffered through a lot.

If one were to look closely, perhaps she’ll be like a watercolor painting, pigments of light pink and blue diffusing softly onto a canvas…

Huh? Tilting his head, Hughes whispers into Deon’s ear.

“Then, in any case, how did you possibly recognize that that was her?”

For others like Hughes who had heard of ‘the incredible beauty with light pink hair and light blue eyes.’ they could recognize Kathia at a glance.

But, isn’t it different for Deon? Through his eyes, the world only consists of light and dark.

Deon’s only weakness stems from it. Because he can’t see colors, he can’t recognize people instantly.

Even hearing information about someone from some family with some hair color and eye color was a headache for Hughes. I’m feeding him all this information, but what’s the point of giving him all this information if he can’t use it? How frustrating.

Because of that, Hughes always needed to stick by him to let him know about the important people that he can’t just pass by without acknowledging.

That kind of Deon just recognized his older sister, the Princess, without Hughes’s assistance. The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed.