Chapter 81
Rafel's question was embarrassing. At least it was for Annette. Um, are you asking because you really don't know who Celestine is? She's still the fiancée of a half-brother of another name? Annette, unable to hide her trembling pupils, replied shyly.
“This is Celestine from the Marquess of Keirs. That…She is His Highness Ludwig's fiancee.”
“What? Is she a girl with bad eyes?”
Lapel frowned. Even Ludwig didn't want to look good, and he did n't even like her fiancée her. If I had known who she was, she would have had some friendly conversation. For example, a conversation like, “Do your male jailer straight.”
It's like a guy with a decent fiancee, Annette, Annette, following someone else's wife. Raffel's eyes were irritated.
“Why is he so attached to you?”
Lapel's arm Her reflexively pulled Annette closer As if to prove her possessiveness Her towards her Seeing Lapel's beautiful profile Her hardened Annette called out his name Her her as if to comfort him.
“Lapel.”
“No, it is strange. What is a baby with afiancéenow? Did he even want to make you his mistress? I just can't understand it.”
Rafel, who had grown, was now annoyed, holding Annette tightly with both arms.It was like a beast that is wary of losing its young her.Annette, who was swinging around in that arm, let out a deep sigh.
“Sit here for a moment, Lapel.”
Annette, who had managed to escape from Lapel's arms her, pointed to a nearby bench. When Rafel obediently went and sat down, Annette sat next to him. She picked her words slowly, slightly tucking her tousled hair behind her ears. Strengths were that she thought things through before speaking.
“The first time I met Her Highness Ludwig was when I was eight years old. When we first met him, His Majesty and my father said. You two will grow up and get married later, so get along well from now on. Then…… It must have formed some kind of attachment. It was the first time I met someone of the opposite sex with whom I had a clear connection at such a young age.”
Rafel's expression became a little strange. Hearing about her wife's ex-boyfriend would have been unpleasant enough. It was especially unpleasant for Rapel, who had a strong concept of her territory and possessiveness of her. One problem… Annette's tone was too rational .
Had she spoke in her more reminiscent voice of her, it might have boiled her stomach of her. But now Annette was speaking with the feeling of something like 'reasoning about the formation of attachment relationships in his childhood her'. Thanks to that, she didn't feel the disclosure she deserved. Rather, thanks to that way of speaking, inside Annette, I could clearly feel that Ludwig was already a 'organized person'.
“Your Highness has a sensitive and unstable corner. I am weak against stress. When things get bad, he has occasional seizures, just like at that ball. So I need a place to de-stress on a regular basis. Playing the lute relieved this to some extent, but now that is difficult too. His Majesty hates His Highness Ludwig touching musical instruments.”
“Why do you hate it? Isn't playing a musical instrument a noble hobby?”
“Your Majesty should be clear about the ideal 'qualities of a monarch'. And compared to that standard, His Highness Ludwig is a bit…… You think it's weak. Rather, if Your Highness's hobbies were swordsmanship or hunting, you might have liked it. That side is more 'manly.'”
At those words, Lapel understood that there was a corner that he could understand.The reason Celgratis recognized himself as his parent and decided to push behind him was swordsmanship.If his talent had been playing a musical instrument or drawing, he might have been beat by Sel Gratis right away.
Selgratis was progressive enough to make his illegitimate son into an aristocrat himself, but on the other hand, he was conservative enough to question traditional masculinity. Well, all human beings have a somewhat contradictory duality. Who can live a long life with perfection?
“Since the situation is like this, His Highness would often call me to complain. Just having someone to listen to makes me feel a lot less pressured. However, as a future king, you can't show weakness to anyone, so naturally, Counseling was limited to that one. Since that relationship has already been fixed for nearly 10 years…… Now, when something difficult happens, you think of me as a reflex. It's like a conditioned reflex.”
After she finished speaking, Annette lowered her eyelashes with her faint eyes. The small, pretty bridge of the nose her rising from under the round forehead and the soft lips her lined up just like a fairy. Lapel found Annette's profile her damn pretty as she felt sympathy for her other man her. She's pretty in my own eyes, but she's pretty in the eyes of others.
Annette explained that Ludwig was looking for her now, not because of a love affair, but simply to find an emotional trash can. However, it was a little different from Lafel's point of view. Ludwig's eyes were sincere as he stood in his way and barked that he would get Annette back someday. To the extent that Rafel's mood naturally became dirty when he saw the ridiculously desperate situation.
'Well, it would be better if I didn't know about Annette.'
Lapel laughed inside her and pulled the back of her head to kiss her. Annette's eyes her trembled slightly at the sudden kiss. But instead of pushing away the lapel, she quietly closed her eyes and accepted her kiss her. Pressed down on her lips, she was dizzy as if she were being eaten by his ferocious breath of her.
The handsome eyebrows that could be seen when she slightly opened her eyes, and the sharp eyes of her were yo-yo beautiful.Maybe that's why I was especially sad today.The fact that he does n't like you.Which will one day leave him.
Rafel lived a life far from her family. If she dared to name her family her, unfortunately, the king, Cel Gratis, was all she had. As for Ludwig, her half-brother her, who was her inferior her, and her maternal uncle her, Ben March, whom she thought was dead… Let's not talk at all
In any case, to Rafel, the family was a very vague and vague thing. She was, at least until Annette became his wife. Although she did n't show off because of her pride, Rafel was actually very nervous about meeting her wife's family her. It was enough to count the absence of the father-in-law, Allamand, but the Arjen couple…… It couldn't be. She seemed to be on good terms with Annette.
'Still, Claire Bayern was a little better.'
Rafel imagined a very aggressive woman because she was from a prestigious family even in the Chapelle Empire.
However, Claire, who actually saw it, broke Lafel's expectations in many ways. Every time she grabbed Annette and showered her with kisses, she was a little annoyed, but what if she stopped, she was easy-going and nice.
But what about Arjen Bayern? 'He' is Allamand's son. Even though he is still the aggressive deficit of Bayern, he was even an outstanding genius. He is a man recognized beyond the Kingdom of Deltium and even in the Empire. , He had nothing more to do than be as proud as the king.
Rafel felt a kind of wary and competitive spirit towards him.It was a similar feeling to how proud males are subconsciously conscious of each other.Although his field was different, Lapel was also a position that was admired for his outstanding talent from a young age His natural disposition his is also on the side of arrogance, and he has always taken his admiration for his own abilities his for granted. Rafel had a woman who wanted to look good for the first time.
'But, of course, that brother is a rare genius.'
Life wasn't easy either. Rafel crossed his arms with a disapproving look. Just then, I saw a wagon rolling in from far away. Perhaps because he was a man who occupied a place in the empire, the exterior of the wagon was dazzling It seemed that a silver-haired prince like Ludwig would get out of the carriage decorated with gold plating on the blue exterior at any moment. That's why I didn't have any more luck.
Eventually, the carriage door opened, and a slender young man stepped out of it. His face was invisible for a moment because of the backlight, but as he got off the carriage, his features were clearly visible. Rafel's pupils widened slightly when he finally Saw the famous 'Arjen Bayern' in person.
“Brother!!”
Annette smiled brightly and took a step forward. Then a man with white blond hair that reached his collarbone swept his hair and looked this way. The man, with a height of about 170 and a somewhat slender build, was not threatening even in empty words .
Arjen's delicate beauty was certainly similar to that of his sister his Annette. His skin was pale, and he had a somewhat nervous expression due to stress, but his original features he were fine, giving him a dreamy feeling. Why Rafel was surprised to see him. Rafel's gaze did not know how to leave Arjen's exposed left face.
'Tattoo?'
It was. On Arjen's pale cheeks, a tattoo the size of two fingers was clearly engraved. It's a vivid black spider tattoo just like the real thing.
Seeing this, Rafel was shocked. Tattoos were only worn by mercenaries and slaves. In the former case, to show off one's prowess;
Of course, noble nobles never had tattoos on their bodies. Not to mention, even the mercenaries, who were stage shooters, had tattoos on their bodies, but never on their faces. Even with something so conscious.
But Lapel seemed to be the only one conscious of this. Both Annette and Claire exchanged greetings and hugs with Arjen calmly, as if their tattoos were not visible.
“Annette, you have become prettier. I'm sorry I couldn't attend the wedding.”
“No, brother. I'm just grateful that you came all the way here even though you're busy.”
Arjen, who finished greeting his sister his first, finally approached Rafel.Purple eyes, similar to Allamand's, scanned Lapel as if searching for it.Then Arjen held out his dry hand and asked him to greet him.
“It's a first impression. Arjen Bayern. Thank you for allowing me to stay at the mansion…… Brother-in-law.”
Lafel, who had shaken Arjen's hand awkwardly, was startedled by the cold body temperature. Perhaps because he was the son of Allah Mand, Arjen also felt somewhat like a snake. Arjen, who raised his head and met Rafel's gaze, suddenly noticed where he was looking. Arjen, who touched his left cheek his, asked in a surprised voice in disbelief.
“Perhaps……Can you see it in your eyes? This tattoo.”
