Formerly, The Fallen Daughter of the Duke

It was Charlotte who Claire didn't want to see next in Asberto right now who came to visit.

Looking back inside the room. A large trunk case is opened in the center of the room.

Clothes remain on the bed.

(... I don't want to be enlightened)

"I'm sorry. I just took a shower and I'm not ready. Can I ask you something like this?

Claire lied aggressively.

"Dear Claire, we just wanted to make sure the spacing of your room"

There, a voice pinches his mouth that is not a familiar Charlotte.

"Are you... Dear Caroline?

"Yes, Master Claire."

Caroline is a Countess of the same grade as Claire.

I was close to Claire at the beginning of school, but I was alienated sometime after Charlotte enrolled in the college.

After Claire's christening ceremony, after Charlotte's christening ceremony, and gradually fewer people came from around Claire.

I missed you, but it is only natural as a noble brother to stand and behave in search of stronger connections.

Caroline continues.

"After tomorrow, Asberto tells me that this room should be used by Charlotte. I'll be back in time, so why don't you show me the inside of your room?"

Charlotte pinches her mouth reluctantly.

"That's what I'm talking about, sister. It's bad for your sister, and I said I needed it, but how could Asberto..."

Suddenly the circumstances are unclear and confused Claire is unable to respond.

Beyond the door, I hear Caroline throwing a harsh voice at Claire.

"Dear Charlotte, are you still saying that? I'll be fine because we'll protect you.... Dear Claire! I know how you feel, but why don't you think about Master Charlotte too! No matter how different your mother is, there's not much of this trick!

"Dear Caroline, Now here's the story..."

I heard Charlotte's wolfed voice as she dismissed Caroline's ramblings.

"... what does that mean, Dear Caroline?

Claire asks Caroline back because she can't really see the story.

"Don't you know yourself well? I've been asking Charlotte a lot since I first started school. He said he had been abused by Master Claire since he was a little girl. Even I believed that kind Lady Claire was not such a person. However, I am well aware of Mr. Claire's position at the Martino family these days. Isn't it because the evil to Charlotte has become bright!

Caroline screws it up all at once.

Claire's thoughts stopped because the content was too shocking.

Until now, Claire has had the consciousness to protect Charlotte, but naturally never has, such as the fact that she has been abusive.

I have been so proud to be a close sister that it doesn't make me think of the complicated relationship that my mother is different.

What Caroline is saying now was something I don't remember at all.

"I'm sorry, I'm not sure what you mean."

Claire listens back as she manages to hide her shockingly trembling voice.

"It's no use hiding it anymore, Master Claire. I am not the only one, Master Asberto and the members of the Student Council all know it. Until now, Mr. Asberto has been in the college, so we have been able to protect Mr. Charlotte, but Mr. Asberto will graduate tomorrow. Before that, you must want to be Master Charlotte's back shield.

(... What do you mean?

"Charlotte, is this really what you talked about?

It was an incredible story for Russia.

"Oh... sorry, sister. I didn't mean to tell everyone. But I... it's so hard... tz"

I can hear Charlotte crying through the door.

So Claire finally figured it all out.

(That's what happened. Cold eyes of First Prince Asberto. If that's how you understand it, you'll be convinced of everything....... it's too late now to solve the misunderstanding)

(Pretty Charlotte...... I was the only one who thought we were good sisters. For you, I was only a stepping stone)

It tastes like iron from inside my mouth.

Soon, he seemed to have cut his lips off.

"I understand, Mr. Charlotte (...), Mr. Caroline"

Reply with a ladylike voice so as not to show upset.

"I'll show you around the room, will you be there again? … at the time after dinner."

When she senses with signs that Charlotte and Caroline have left, Claire heads to the trunk case spread out in the center of the room early enough.

"We don't have time."

Claire's room is in the highest position on the south side of the women's dormitory. It is a suite with a bedroom in the living room, a large balcony and an easy kitchen.

This room was given because she was the Duke's Lady and Claire, the fiancée of the First Prince.

(Prince Asberto's graduation ceremony tomorrow. Asberto and Charlotte's engagement will probably be announced at a graduation party that will be attended by all students that will follow.

Think in a hurry and pack your stuff in the trunk case.

(The names of the kings and ministers were also on the list of guests confirmed in the Student Council Room. Disengagement has already been cleared by your father. And I'm supposed to be the one who harms Charlotte.... so much so that you have to publicly recognize that behind Charlotte is a royal family and protect it from me!

With stinging chest pain comes hot emotions that cannot be said in words, unlike anger.

(... This is what Asberto said in the Student Council Room about the "needle jar")

"To the Noston Country and the Martino family, I don't need any more"

Claire had to recognize that the foundation of her life, which had begun to dust, had in fact already collapsed.

You should not show people where you are weak.

Anytime, you have to be a smart, gentle lady.

It must be a presence that keeps smiling and brightens the country.

... the insistence that has always protected Claire from the point of mind was a fiction and a fantasy.

Sitting in front of the mirror table shows a familiar face.

Before joining the Royal College of Aristocracy once, I grabbed Asberto's complimented hair unconstructively as it was a beautiful color like tea with milk.

Charlotte used to flatter me about Sarah's straight hair.

Zaku.

Zaku, zaku.

Joke, joke, joke...

(10) Cut the long hair into semi-long pieces.

Long, well-maintained hair, which is a testament to the lady, is no longer necessary.

Claire changed into a simple design piece and boot that seemed to be the easiest to move around in the clothes she had.

Clean hair falling on the floor nicely and get the bed done.

A lot of baggage I couldn't hold up, I left it in a box.

"If I leave this luggage behind, will Charlotte send it to the Mansion?

(Aside from the fact that your father would accept that I, the fallen one, have been abusing my precious Charlotte)

Phew, and a laugh of self-derision spilled.

Grab a trunk case and head for the emergency stairs provided on the wide balcony.

I don't look back on the room where I spent two years.

(I never had that many good memories)

I should have been drooling in my heart until just now, but Claire's previously suppressed innate charm makes a face when I'm cheeked by the pleasant night breeze.

Spring is already there, right there.

I just thought so and felt the heavy trunk lighten up.