Chapter 85 – The Unknown Princess (2)
Benelia von Esteban.
She is the third princess of the Esteban Empire and a great person who achieved remarkable results by commanding the celestial army at the forefront during the Orc Conquest War.
How the princess, who was only 12 years old at the time, took away her military authority from the commander of the heavenly army and united her command authority was still shrouded in mystery, but no one in the empire criticized Benelia for commanding the troops.
The celestial troops commanded by Venelia won all seven rotations and made the first-class contribution to driving the orcs back to the demon realm.
For this reason, some even called Benelia the Iron Blooded Princess and revered her. I’ve said enough to the extent that even I, who had no connection to her imperial family or her institution, knew Benelia’s biography of her.
But why did such a great man visit me in the middle of the night? They didn’t just come, they came in accompanied by armed knights.
Seeing that she did n’t even knock, it seemed that she was eager to show her authority over her. I don’t know why, but she seems to want an interrogation under the guise of a conversation.
‘And now they are advising me to commit social suicide…….’
The Deharm family collapses as soon as rumors circulate that her princess violated her slave her in front of her eyes her. Benellia is jokingly addressing her words her to me, but she is not to be taken literally.
It must be some kind of threat to stop what you were doing and be polite. After all, even if the rumored Benelia liked pornography, there was no reason that her ethics were worn out by a nymphomaniac.
After thinking about it, I tied the elf’s clothes string again and stood up.
‘Let’s calm down.’
When I saw the princess sitting in front of her table and looking up at me, her hands her trembled with nervousness, but she was fine.
I am born into a prestigious aristocratic family and have learned numerous ways to live a life, and I am the vice-count trusted by His Excellency. Because a crisis like this can be overcome…… !
“Your Highness the Princess.”
I lowered my upper body with a gentle gesture, pulled her left foot back and placed my hand on her chest where her heart was her. It was a royal etiquette to show respect to members of the imperial family.
“Theorad, the 7th head of the Viscount Deharm and the vice-count of the Countess of Pelgarin, sees His Majesty’s radiant lineage his.”
“Ohh. The etiquette is quite right. Just looking at his appearance his, he was better than the eunuchs living in the imperial palace. Did you learn anything else?”
I didn’t answer. It was because the princess, who was the party to her, did not express her intention to come and go according to court etiquette. Benelia let out a blank laugh as she held her posture, wondering if she was going to try this.
“Is it a good notice or a stubborn one. I, Benelia von Esteban, a bloodline of His Majesty the Stern Emperor, grant you permission to see you. Raise her head her.”
Only then did I relax and raise my head. There was an inexplicable interest in Benelia’s golden eyes as she looked up at me.
“You are resolving. It’s so strange.”
“…… I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Compliment? Okay. Not a compliment. Rather than looking up at you, my neck hurts. If you don’t want to bring the imperial princess her sickness her, sit in front of me.”
“I will do that.”
Nodding my head, I took out a chair from the table and sat down opposite Benelia. Then, he glanced into the elf’s eyes.
The elf draped her apron back and put her hairband on her head, looking intently at her Benelia. I get chills for no reason because it seems like a feeble anger is rising on my emotionless face.
“Theorad Deharm.”
Those were Benelia’s words her. Naturally, I averted my gaze and assumed a posture of listening.
“Would you like to play some chess?”
“I was taught by my father from a young age.”
“Feel so good. Then let’s play chess and talk. Because I’m obsessed with this chess thing these days.”
Roilen strode over and pulled the wand out of her bosom before Benelia finished her sentence. A knock on the table with her short chant, the essence exploded and a chessboard with pieces on top was summoned.
I wondered if we were really going to play chess, so I looked at her, and she smiled happily like a child who had won the game Benelia wanted.
Then, she hardens her expression, as if she suddenly remembered an unpleasant memory.
“Viscount Theorard. Don’t tell me just in case Never look at me while playing chess. It means pushing hard with your skills and smashing it. Do you understand?”
“Yes. As you said, I will deal with you with all my heart.”
“It is a good attitude. Then let’s begin.”
Due to her position her, I was black and Benellia was white, so the princess first grabbed her pawn and moved it.
It was chess that started out of nowhere, but there was nothing I couldn’t respond to. To respond to Venelia’s first move, I performed the Karokan Defense opening by moving C7’s pawn forward one space.
Since then, a war has begun to eat the center of the camp. After sharing the sum several times, chess entered the middle game before I knew it, and from that time on, Benellia hesitated to move her pieces, worrying over and over again about her troubles her.
“…… I have heard a lot about your story.”
Benelia, on the defensive, stared down at her chessboard and opened her mouth. It’s the first time she’s spoken out since she started playing chess.
“He was born into the family of Viscount Deharm and lived an exemplary life to the point of being boring. They had only the minimum amount of social gatherings to lead the life of an aristocrat, and even though they knew how to handle horses and bows beyond the norm, they didn’t enjoy hunting. Am I right?”
“You said nothing wrong.”
“For some reason.”
“I don’t mean to belittle the social world, but too much socializing makes the heart sick. You’ll be shutting yourself up in the eyes of others and indulging in luxuries you don’t even care about.”
“Is it. I wonder why they don’t enjoy hunting.”
Said, Benelia, after much deliberation, moved her props. As I waited and answered, her Benelia’s shoulders her trembled.
I looked at Benelia and calmly continued her words of her.
“I don’t know if it’s hunting for survival, but hunting for fun is just flesh. It’s a very personal opinion, but I think that meaningless killing will eventually return to work, so I tend to avoid hunting.”
“Huh. You speak well of what a religious person would say.”
“…… Excuse me, but does Her Highness enjoy hunting?”
“If you say you enjoy it, are you going to scold me?”
“No. An individual’s opinion cannot be the truth of the world.”
“An individual cannot be the truth…….”
You dodged well here and there. Benelia’s low mutter made her feel a little worried.
Benelia’s gaze her was buried in the chessboard, so she could n’t tell if it was something she said to me or something about the aspect of chess, but since it was the words of a princess with greater power than mine, I naturally became nervous.
However, over time, the tension was gradually diluted. It was because Benelia, who had fallen silent to choose her next move her, stood still for a long time like her mantle her.
Illen cleared her throat, probably feeling frustrated, and then bent her knees toward her Benelia and whispered.
“Your Highness, Princess. In my view, the best move to turn the situation around is-“
“Shut up.”
Nervously looking back at Roilen, Benelia frowned at her.
“Lauren. This is a confrontation between Viscount Theorard and me. Should a third party intervene?”
“…… No.”
“You know, why intervene?”
“I just wanted Her Highness to win her…….”
“It is a twisted loyalty. Keep your mouth shut until the game is over.”
“Yes, Her Highness the Princess!”
Roylen, who hastily lowered her head, backs away from her. Her mood her had cooled somewhat, but Benelia looked down at her chessboard again, seemingly unconcerned.
The silence lengthens. Perhaps it was because she was tired of watching her, the elf who had adjusted her clothes came up behind me and whispered in my ear.
“Master. Aren’t you thirsty?”
“Yes? Oh Come to think of it, she does feel thirsty.”
“I’ll get a water bottle and cups from the kitchen.”
Suddenly? Of course, fetching water is generally something a slave would do, but I was a bit suspicious that he would take the initiative and bring it without being asked.
However, there is no legitimate reason to not bring it, so the atmosphere will only become strange.
I nodded, and the elf walked toward the door with nonchalant steps. Roylen, and even her armed knights her, did not feel anything strange and let her elves go.
Meanwhile, Benelia was engrossed in her chess game. She seemed to be working her brain harder, probably because Roylen had tipped her off that she had ‘her best move’ of her.
However, as if she could not be seen clearly, the hand that tried to move her object her continued to stop.
Benelia, who had been thinking for a while, suddenly let out her exclamation in a low-pitched voice, and then she moved her props with great vigour.
“How is it? In this way, my faction will occupy the center. Can you get out?”
His arrogant smile her contained the conviction that he had won. However, in my view, it was nothing more than a novice’s bravery.
On the surface, it might seem like a good move, but if you dig deeper, your blind spot was revealed like a rebellion.
At this point, if I take a knight as a queen, Benelia’s king will be in checkmate. She will suffer a painful defeat.
‘Did he leave it here because he really didn’t know?’
She looked up suspiciously, but Benelia was still elated.
I don’t want to interrupt that fun, but she told me not to let Benelia sit down before the chess game, so she had no choice but to obey.
“If there is no choice, surrender is—”
“There is.”
Widely. I moved the queen and captured the knight.
Startled, Benelia leaned back in her chair and covered her mouth. She panics as if she has been stabbed in a blind spot, so she feels embarrassed because she feels like I’ve done something wrong.
Roilen’s sigh, who was watching from two steps away, was heard through her ears.
“…….”
Benelia was silent for a while. She seemed to be reviewing several moves to try to succeed in a big country, but I saw no hope.
Benellia must have known that too, and she lowered her hand that had been covering her mouth her and regained her composure.
“Right.”
A tone of resignation slips quietly from her lips. No matter how much she thought about it, she must have decided that there was no way to turn the situation around, so Benelia took her eyes off her chessboard and looked at me.
“Viscount Theorard.”
The cool tone revives the dying tension. Beneath the slender eyelashes, the bored golden eyes shimmer as if they were looking right through me.
Did I find a number I hadn’t seen before? If she were Benellia, who commanded an army of a thousand men at the age of 12, she might be able to turn the tables on her by finding a sufficiently extraordinary number.
As I gulped down her saliva, waiting for my next words, Benellia pursed her lips with a very grave look.
“How about a draw?”
…… Contrary to expectations, it was a choice that was not like a princess.
