Violant of the Silver

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Translator: mii

editors: junirenn, chiizuholic

Although Liona didn’t show it on her face, she felt unsettled when she saw Earl Sarg Villan talking to Vio. It was typical of Sarg to pretend that he mistook a higher-ranking noble as someone else in order to speak to them. 

Though he was just an Earl, he was able to rise up and become the Minister of the Left with this steady method of building up personal connections here and there. He was famous for this in the Kingdom of Ruslan, but people from other countries such as Istiah shouldn’t know that.

For some reason, Sarg chose Vio as his foothold in Istiah. There was another possibility, but the thought of it alone made Liona’s heart darken.

Maybe Lord Violant’s been acting all this time just as Ars said, and is actually involved with Sarg…?

Liona wanted to believe that the gentle young noble wasn’t like that, but she was always cautious when it came to Sarg. Despite them only being distantly related, Sarg still had the blood of the royal family. Because of that, he continued to aim for Liona’s life. Since Liona was the sole direct descendant of Ruslan’s royal family, the crown would naturally be passed down to Sarg’s hands if she died.

No matter how good her impression of Vio was, he was still a member of the Lesserhains, a family infamous for their cruelty. It wouldn’t be strange if he fell down the wrong path.

However, her worry turned out to be needless anxiety.

After they exchanged a few words, Sarg left with anger painted on his face. On the other hand, Vio had a nonchalant expression as he took a sip from his glass.

Just what had happened between them? Liona glanced at Night who was standing by her side. Understanding her signal, Night immediately left and headed towards Vio’s general direction. By the time Night returned, Vio had left his seat. Even so, Liona wanted to burst out laughing when Night whispered his report to her.

It seemed like Sarg had been planning to ridicule Vio. But Vio had easily turned the tables on him.

We came here to have a cultural exchange with another country. And yet, that guy came to stoke the fires of war, huh?

Liona felt like he was mocking her for coming to another country just to offer her smiles and maintain the peace. She found it unpleasant, but Sarg was that kind of man.

For his own purposes, he would secretly sow seeds of discord everywhere he went, then patiently wait in the background for them to take root and grow. Even if she saw traces of his handiwork, she could never grab hold of his tail.

The Lesserhains are powerful and have a vast territory in the Kingdom of Istiah. If we anger them, it would be easy to start a war.

Liona finally understood why Ars told her over and over again not to get involved with that family. She thought she had already understood before, but it turned out she was wrong. 

The worst case scenario is if the Lesserhain family and that guy joined hands.

Ars also told her not to get along with them, but it might be good to get close to Princess Viola. She could use the excuse of them both being royalty.

After thinking that much, Liona recalled Sarg’s bright red face and felt like she was about to laugh again. She hid her face behind her fan and tried to hold it in.

Her lady attendant, Millicent, who was standing behind her cleared her throat. When Liona glanced back, Millicent was glaring daggers at her.

“Princess, I will show you to the waiting room,” Milicent said sternly. It seemed she couldn’t help but worry about how Liona couldn’t hold in her laughter.

“Right. Well then, I’ll take my leave, everyone. Nice to meet you all,” said Liona.

 Once Liona bid her goodbye to the women she was chatting with, she retired to the waiting room under the guidance of her attendant. Once the door closed, she collapsed into laughter, finally able to let loose.

“This is the best! Who would’ve thought that I would see that man making a face like that in a foreign country! That’s definitely the best thing that’s ever happened this year!” Liona exclaimed.

“I do think that he deserves it, but please calm yourself. You’ll ruin your makeup,” her attendant said calmly, but the corners of her mouth were twitching upwards. It was clear that she wanted to laugh as well.

“We can just fix my makeup later. Just let me laugh!”

Liona tried to calm down, but ended up laughing harder instead. She held her belly and wheezed. It had been some time since she felt this relaxed. After laughing for a while, her mind felt clear and refreshed.

“Winning an argument against Sarg is no easy feat. Not to mention, Lord Violant is still fifteen. What will happen if he’s educated properly?” Liona mused. “Hey Millicent, you think that luring him away to be an exchange student is a good idea too, right?”

“Who knows? I certainly don’t, but I think that what the person himself feels is more important,” Millicent replied.

After making sure that Liona had stopped laughing, Millicent quickly removed Liona’s makeup and started reapplying it.

“I guess I have to seriously propose this matter to Ars.” Liona unconsciously grinned, making Millicent reprimand her for moving her face.

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