The Villain Daughter Enjoys Her Seventh Life as a Free-Spirited Bride in a Former Enemy Country

Liesche looked up at the door in front of him.

What was brought here was a painting outside the city of the Imperial Capital.

Down the stairs stretching half way underground, the heavy doors that lie ahead are billed with 'knocks a set number of times'.

"The shopkeeper here doesn't come to the castle when he calls. That's why I need to get my feet here."

"Is it a store? What the hell?

Arnold did not answer the question and slowly knocked on the door five times.

It didn't sound like a leachet, but I guess I got a response from inside. He opens the door and urges Lieche with his gaze. I went into the store to make sure there wasn't going to be any elements to be wary of.

The first thing that caught my eye was a big wooden counter.

The store has wooden floors.

Instead of having a gorgeous decoration and a shelf like the one on which the product was displayed, a leather sofa and low table were placed.

(At first glance, it's a qualitative shop... but that counter, it's a board of flower pear trees)

"I've been waiting for you, Your Royal Highness"

There's a sound like a stick and a stick.

Coming out of the back was a beautiful little old woman with total gray hair.

Its face with a soft smile has elegant thin makeup.

I was accompanied by a man in his mid-twenties or so trying to support her walk like that. The old woman stands in front of the counter and bows her head deeply.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has put you in a good mood..."

"Awful mouth is good. Face up."

With Arnold's permission, the old woman raised her face.

Then I look at Liesche and laugh.

"Beautiful lady. I'll be the first to see you, I'm the owner of this shop."

"Nice to meet you. My name is Liesche Irmgard Wertzner"

"This man is my grandson. See, you say hello to Leishe, too."

"Ah... ah, the..."

The man, dressed all the time as a thank-you, looked up just a little.

His complexion is blue-white and he's almost losing his blood. He's shaking his shoulders, his voice, and he seems scared of something.

And I don't try to look harder on Arnold.

(I'm afraid of His Highness Arnold.... I'm sure you're influenced by Your Highness's 'bad reviews')

Arnold's terrible rumors are also in the ears of the people.

Rumors of him behaving brutally on the battlefield and piling up the bodies of his enemies are probably scaring the man in front of him.

Though the hero who led the country to victory, it may have been a natural dish to fear seeing the real thing in front of you.

(Though the person in question doesn't seem to really care)

I glimpse right next door, but I haven't got any emotions on Arnold's righteous side.

Thinking about that, a bitter old woman said.

"I'm sorry, because it was something I scolded terribly earlier. Because my grandson couldn't spot the product we were dealing with."

It doesn't look very much like that, but it probably sheltered my frightened grandson.

The old lady of grand thoughts, on the other hand, goes on like this.

"Because this discernment is quite difficult. Why don't you try, Lieche, if you don't mind?

"Auntie, come on! Be disrespectful to those accompanying His Royal Highness the Crown Prince for such a thing......!!

"Lawrence, bring that box."

The old woman directs him, and the man hesitates but pulls him back in.

Eventually, he took the red velvety box and went back. The old lady who received the box puts it on the counter.

"This is what you're dealing with in this store."

"Yep. Check it out"

Looking down at that box, which was slowly opened, Liesche glanced.

"- I am a treasured jeweler."

Inside the jewellery box are three beautiful stone grains lined up.

"Which of the stones in line here do you think are imitation stones? Just play, please don't worry about choosing."

"Lieche. Answer me."

"... Yes"

That's what Arnold told me, and Liesche looked seriously at the stone.

Light smear color at right edge. It's golden like melting honey in water in the middle, dark red stone on the left.

(They're all very transparent. The cut is delicate and very pretty)

"Come on, how about that?

The gems are also items that Leishe, once a merchant, preferred to handle. I've seen a lot of stones with these eyes, and I've learned a lot.

That is why Liesche answers frankly.

"I don't know."

……

The old woman nodded slowly as she smiled.

"What a clear answer. It's wonderful not to delude yourself into something you don't know and honestly answer that -"

"So, store owner"

Liesche looks at her and goes on like this.

"If you don't mind, can I borrow your loupe?

……

At that moment, the old woman looked slightly surprised.

"A pin set and a cross, just in case. Then if you'll excuse me for a moment, may I take a look at the lights at the window?

"... oh, well"

An old woman leaks a small voice.

"Oh, uh, this way, please"

A man, her grandson, gave me the tools, even as I trembled.

"Thank you. Now, if you'll excuse me."

When Reeshe received them, he moved to the window and grabbed the pinset.

If you don't know exactly how much force you need to apply or subtract, you can skip the jewels you picked out of momentum.

Pick stones carefully to avoid doing so, and try to watermark them to the light.

(Even if you look at it like this, it's still beautiful. But)

Peeping into the loupe and observing the details of the stone, I found that the first impression I made was not a mistake.

So I tell the old lady.

"All three of these stones are imitation stones."

"... This is...!

To see the old woman's surprised face, you're probably right. My grandson, who stands next to her, is also pompous when he sees Liesche.

Only Arnold, on the other hand, laughed small as if he had anticipated this development.

"Thank you, Mr. Leishe. You are the first lady who has not chosen it for its beauty or appearance, but has even chosen an appraisal tool."

"I apologize for borrowing your precious tools. But if I didn't at least look at this, I wouldn't have been able to make a decision..."

Leishe recalls as she returns the tools to the man.

(... merchant. That was a reminder in my life... that the beauty of the gem does not constitute a guarantee of its authenticity)

Rushing leashes who didn't know about it were grabbed by false imitation jewels. Bitter memories come back and I look farther away.

"- The owner, though. These stones are really beautiful, even if they are imitation stones."

"That's how you think?

"Yes. Clear, clear."

Leishe looked down at the jewellery box again as she returned to the front of the counter.

"Makoto is not the only one who determines the beauty of the stone. … Even if you know it's a fake, there must be plenty of people who want to love and mercy these stones"

What we have here is just beautiful. To Liesche, these stones were sincerely loving.

So much so that I snoozed and accidentally smiled zero.

"... you..."

The old woman, standing in front of her, leaks pompously in a small voice.

After that, I bowed my head deeply again.

"I'm impressed with the overlap, Mr. Leishe. My sincere apologies for my work in trying the future Crown Princess."

"Huh!? No, there is no extermination! Please raise your face."

Though he hastily tells the old lady, Liesche thinks.

After all, my earlier inquiry was to try this one.

(His Royal Highness Arnold was watching. I mean, this is connected to why he brought me here...?

What the hell are you going to let Liesche do?

(Could it be an appraisal of a gem?... It's a shop with real people, so that's different. For example, you're having sales difficulties and you want to do something about it?... No, I can't even feel that vibe. Then why?)

The old woman smiled as she went through a lot of thoughts.

"My son and his wife do it extensively, but this store is my road trip. Pearl stones collected from all over the world have chosen customers for sale."

Some merchants do business like that from time to time. Convinced and humming, he was told something unexpected.

"But you're a leachet. If it's someone like you, I'd like you to have it."

(... hmm?

I kind of feel like the story is going in a strange direction.

Looking next door for an explanation, Arnolt sometime left the counter and hung it in a leather chair.

I put a cheek wand on my elbow and say it off to the old lady.

"You can count on it. If you're convinced, give him what he wants."

"I understand. We'd be delighted to prepare you."

Left behind, the conversation proceeded and hastily blocked the conversation.

"Um, Your Highness Arnold? What the hell is going on here?

"Well, Leishe, aren't you listening to the jewelry?

When Liesche snorts, the old woman smiles and then answers:

"His Royal Highness asks for a ring to be worn by the bride in the ritual of marriage"

"- ………… heh"

There was an out-of-the-box voice.