Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry

In the Duke's house there was a young lady called Abominable.

Even though she was born in the prestigious Duke's house, she had no magic whatsoever, had creepy odd eyes, and although she inherited her silver hair, the girl, who did not resemble either of her parents, had been neglected of its existence since birth.

Treated as something that was not from the family, laughed in the shadows by the servants, stabbed in the back fingers by the social community as well, the girl could only be scorched for love from others.

I wanted someone to praise me, someone to acknowledge me, study, dance, manners, she mastered them at incredible speed if taught.

But that only further accelerated her isolation in her mansion. She became increasingly desperate and progressively ill of her heart in a more deteriorating ambient reaction.

In the meantime, the engagement of the girl and the first prince was taken by order of the king.

It was an engagement with only a political connotation. At the time, the first prince, considered brilliant and the next king, needed to take the woman more deserving of the queen as his fiancée.

Among the many fiancée candidates, she was jumping through. Appearance, brains, manners, none of which went very far to her right. That was just why she was chosen as the fiancée of the First Prince.

Still, she rose. This is the first time someone else has recognized my efforts so far.

The girl loved her fiancé wholeheartedly. Obviously obligatory letters and gifts that arrived from her fiancée also she cherished like a treasure and did well with her fiancée, who never turned a smile to her.

Not now. But I can get my fiancée to love me one day. Only such unfounded hope supported her mind.

And one day, she saw it.

In a beautiful garden where the flowers incense, where her twin sister and fiancée stare at each other.

Her fiancée stares at her sister, who dyes her cheeks in embarrassment. I noticed a slight heat in her eyes, which distorted her vision gnarly.

Thus, the girl's world was completely broken.

If you open your mouth, all you say is curse, and as soon as something happens, you get eclampsia and scatter it all around you. That was the daughter of the Duke's abomination.

They had no doubt whatsoever about abusing her. She can't do it. So she can't fight back anything because she's not worthy of the Duke's house, and because she doesn't have magic.

Because they understood in a corner of their hearts that they were better than any of them and more beautiful than anyone else, they felt a distorted sense of superiority in neglecting her, scorning her, and frustrating her pride.

Those who have no magic in this country are uniformly 'unwanted children'. I didn't doubt it was the right thing to do.

Yet now in their eyes, she was crouching and cutting flowers in front of a flower bed in a corner of the garden.

A girl who has only ever had to instruct a servant to do anything has scissors herself, and when she sees them until now, the girl who has come near without vision doesn't even care about their existence.

How shocking.

In the past month, the Duke's Abominable Child has ceased to be the girl they know.

I stopped having eclampsia, stopped engaging with people, and stopped even asking for the love I wanted all that much.

They only see her once or twice in a day. I don't want to see you, and I don't want to see you.

But where they knew little, they felt tremendously disgusted and terrified that their daughter, who they were abusing without hesitation, would turn into a leopard.

Feeling as if they were looking at an inexperienced monster, they were still staring at the silver girl today.

"Oh, Lucas. Long time no see."

"Long time no see"

In a formatted room with heavy conditioning, two men sat on a single sofa, each keeping himself.

a man with short golden hair and a strong surface of blue eyes. Sitting in front of him was a gentleman-faced man with red eyes, mowing up honeyblonde hair.

"It doesn't seem to be a visit that the Lord has made to Noah. Anything wrong?

"Yes, I have a few things to report to you. There are still a lot of uncertainties about this, so I would like you to keep this a secret for a while now."

"Ho...? Fine, let me know."

To the words of the man on the strong side, the man with the red eyes narrowed his eyes so as to be amused and told him so with his mouth angle raised small.

"Check this out first"

Saying so, the man on the strong side piled up a large amount of paper on a round table between them.

A man with red eyes who took the top piece of paper of that bundle with a suspicious face, but when he looked through what was written there, his face was stained with dismay.

"... Lucas. Lord, where and how did you get this"

"I'm a student at school. Everything here is due to a certain student enrolled in our Lucrezia School"

"Uhm......"

The other paper was also in his hand, and the man with the red eyes made his complexion rude as he passed his eyes through its contents.

But the man on the strong side did not miss that his eyes increased their radiance in a way that was inversely proportional to his expression.

"Lucas, this is going to revolutionize the magic world of our country."

"I know. That's why I brought it here to report."

"Significant reduction in consuming magic, different rate of improvement in conversion efficiency, less strain on processing circuits…… what is this bullshit high-performance magic formula even though it's the lowest level of magic (basic spelling)"

"The person who studied them called them 'magic ceremonies'."

"I see. Think about it. Surely this can no longer be called a magic ceremony. Barely a shadow, but almost another ceremony."

Looking through a single piece of paperwork, the red-eyed man narrows his eyes with pleasure as he wraps around the wine poured into the glass. Pleasant. It's been such a long time.

"Cook......... what the hell kind of genius did you write this up? I'd like to see you again sometime."

The red-eyed man puts his hand on his jaw, with a niggling, tear-eyed look on his face like a child of malice.

To that appearance, the man on the strong side took a deep sigh as he gritted between his eyebrows.

"I'll get you together before it's too far away, so don't let the momentum run wild for now, Your Majesty."

"... Heck...!

A silver-haired girl, surrounded by colorful flowers and singing her nose song, sneezed at the sieve.

The season turns to early summer, and the weather on this day is also beautiful. It's hard to think it's cold.

"Zubi...... ahhh... is anyone even doing my rumors?

"Didn't you just get cold?

To her, who snorts small, the man who is the gardener chief of the Duke's house said so.

I heard a light noise trampling the soil from behind them so that it overlapped with the sound of cutting pattines and flowers.

"Lady."

"Hmm? What's wrong, Luvik?"

"Master Eric is coming home, to tell you that"

Eric is a familiar merchant frequented by the Duke's family. My twin sister was here today to deliver the dress she bought.

"He's gone already? Could they have left the mansion yet?

"No, I thought you were probably still in the entrance hall"

"I'll be right there!

I put the scissors in my hand, and the silver-haired girl stood up snuggly.

"Mr. Eric, what do you think you're going to talk about today?

"Come on...... I have no idea"

"Oh, yeah. Hehe, I'm looking forward to it. What the hell are you gonna tell me? On trade tariff fluctuations with the Ealis Empire? Or about the situation on the financial markets within the Kingdom of Platinum?

"Neither is the story that the lady of the upper nobility hears..."

The girl smiled, narrowing her peachy left eye and empty right eye to the butler's most scratchy, with a serene and enjoyable expression that she never showed until earlier.

"It's nothing good. I'm not an ordinary lady, and the duke doesn't say anything."

"... Lady, don't you remember your husband's name?

……

"Ma'am, I'm not saying anything wrong. Remember the name of your family."

"I'm a doctrine that doesn't devote time and effort to things I'm not interested in..."

"You know... it's good to give up a hundred steps and not be interested... no, it's not good either, but at least it's inconvenient if you don't remember your first name or so"

"Really? I know all the names of the aristocratic lords of this country, and now I just forget them, and I'll remember them if you say so."

"I don't think that's the problem......!?

To the silver-haired girl with the look of it being common sense but something, the butler held her stomach with one hand on the wall and the other.

"Live, Luvik. I'll get you some stomach pills later."

"Sorry......"

"... by the way, lady?

"Oh, the cloud. What is it?"

"Young husbands, I'm staring at you..."

In the eyes of the girl who was told so and turned around, I saw her family looking at this one from a distance.

Their eyes are mixed with various emotions. Anger, hatred, jealousy, confusion. Their gaze meets hers for a moment.

"I don't care. Let it go."

But the gardener looked up to heaven as if he had given up with his hand on his forehead to her, lightly losing interest and proclaiming Shilleh as he walked toward the mansion.