Betrayed by My Fiancé, I Changed My Role from a Viscount’s Daughter to a Lady-in-Waiting to the Quee

Viscountess Bolellan, whose head had not caught up with the fact that the response she received was not what she had hoped for, was dumbfounded.

I told her so calmly.

「Are you saying that since the loss of jewelry isn’t for your own benefit but for the benefit of the country or for the royal family, and that I should help save you by placing the blame on Raul and the Royal Princess for their secret love or some such infidelity?」

I think it’s great that she was able to perform on stage all by herself, but the theory is so mysterious that I can barely understand it, but can’t tolerate it in the slightest.

「And what? You’re on my side… do you know what “on my side” means?」

It means to lend your strength as a companion, or to join forces with others. It means the one who belongs to you.

When and where in the world did you take sides with me? If I remember correctly, you were always making fun of me with some other person!

「Ah, no… eh?」

I hope you realize how crazy you sound when you are at a loss for words here. I feel like I’m going to throw up because my brain is so flowery.

In the midst of all this, the Countess Bauer, who had never spoken to me before, interrupted me with a serious look on her face.

「Please stop this already… I beg you, Alia-onee-sama…!!」

Countess Bauer walks around to Viscountess Bolellan across the table and clings to her knees. I mean, do these people have some kind of disease that requires them to perform theatrical gestures at every turn? It’s hard to keep up with them, though, because they go from the real world to the stage in an instant.

「W–Well, what do you say now, Riffy?」

Viscountess Bollelan, who had been stunned by the sound of my heart, hurriedly made a face as if to say she was truly surprised and answered.

「Don’t be silly, Riffy. No matter how much you beg me, I can’t hear what you’re asking. Or what? Are you going to tell me that you are abandoning me?」

「Wro—… It’s not that..!」

Countess Bauer shakes her head repeatedly, repeating unspoken pleas.

「Then keep your mouth shut. Otherwise I’ll be wrong again.」

“Okay,” she smiled, but in a threatening way, Countess Bauer’s face scrunched up and she just let out a big tear.

Oh my, Viscountess Bolellan, you were so upset with me that you couldn’t even speak, but you are so magnanimous with Countess Bauer.

And what’s that? Countess Bauer has a higher family rank than Viscountess Bolellan, but as far as I can tell from the current exchange, their hierarchical relationship is completely opposite. Although Viscountess Bollelan is one year older than Countess Bollelan, age doesn’t make up for the difference in family status. So why is Countess Bauer obediently following her lead?

Countess Bauer’s weeping, no trace of the time she lunged at me, but full of the feeling of a deep-rooted young lady. I thought she was a cocky little girl, but how weak she was, I felt pity inadvertently sprouted. I am not taking sides with Countess Bauer, but this supercilious remark is a bit offensive. And I had a strange sense of déjà vu with the way Viscountess Bolellan has behaved so far.

She reminds me of someone from somewhere, from the way she plays alone to the way it smiles, talks, and uses its eyes.

「That’s not too much to ask, is it?」

「Well, I apologise, Miss Gracis. I never meant to exclude you from the group.」

Oops, I’m getting back on track with my conversation with Countess Bauer.

「But I don’t think she’s stopping you because she wants to save herself. She seems genuinely concerned.」

The same is true when she didn’t touch her food. Unlike me, who has developed the skill of being able to tell if something is poisonous or not with my tongue because I have some resistance to poison, I think that Countess Bauer, who has to watch out for poison contamination, was really worried about Viscountess Bolellan and couldn’t finish her meal.

In the first place, the fact that only one person was in a loungewear dress in itself means that Countess Bauer must’ve been forced to be brought along, and yet she didn’t utter a single complaint. The only words she let out were a plea for her to stop.

「Besides, can’t you just stop acting like someone else? It’s uncool.」

「Wha–…!?」

「I guess you’re trying to imitate the Royal Princess, but it’s not good at all. It’s so half-baked that it’s not even watchable.」

As Viscountess Bolellan’s face turned bright red in no time at all, I continued to press the issue.

「Your dress, your jewelry, and your behavior all don’t suit you. Why don’t you understand yourself better?」

「What did you say…!」

「I’m saying that you don’t understand, and that’s why you can do such an unflattering imitation.」

Can’t you understand it with that flowery blooming brain of yours?

「Y–You say I am imitating that lowly person…!?」

How can you call her a lowly person, even if she’s the Royal Princess? And you, you were a friend of hers, weren’t you? Nhnn?

「Is it because she is a lowly one, or because she has committed adultery?」

「What are you talking about? She was originally from a lowly family. Just because she was adopted by a noble family doesn’t change the fact that she has lowly blood in her veins.」

Lowly or not, the Royal Princess was certainly from a commoner’s background. She was adopted by a baron who bought her potential, then adopted by a marquis to marry into the royal family. But that doesn’t mean that she is a lowborn.

「So if your behavior and attire aren’t an imitation of Her Royal Highness the Princess, who are you to say that they are?」

No matter how you look at it, it looks like the Royal Princess was wearing papier-mâché.

「I don’t own anyone, I’m just trying to behave in a way that sets an example for you as a lady.」

It was extremely unpleasant, and Viscountess Bolellan turned away. I admire the way she tries to keep her body shaking with anger, but she tries to suppress it and keep her cool, but it’s unfortunate. She wasn’t able to hide it.

「So, the model of a lady for Miss Bollelan is the Royal Princess.」

Oil is deliberately thrown in there.

「I told you it’s different⁉ Please don’t associate me with such a lowly person!」

The ignition is a great success. Where is her calmness? She’s still lacking in training, I thought to myself,

Countess Bauer interrupted me again.

「Priscilla-sama is not a lowly person. She is a respectable Princess!」

「Shut up, Riffy!」

「No, I won’t shut up. I will not allow you to make fun of Priscilla-sama, no matter how Alia-onee-sama is. Please take it back!」

I think she raised her voice for her esteemed Royal Princess, even though she had tears all over her face.

「Don’t be silly. She is incompatible with us. It’s wrong for her to call herself royalty while she is from a lowly family. Only those with noble blood can marry into royalty and call themselves royalty…」

Countess Bauer’s pleas were in vain, and Viscountess Bolellan began to grumble and complain.

「How dirty she is, calling herself royalty and committing adultery. This is why I hate lowly blood. I would never do such a foolish thing as being unfaithful, so why is she calling herself royalty?」

She says, “It’s lamentable,” and then she overreacts, falls flat on her face and really starts to lament.

「Don’t talk to her like that, Alia-onee-sama!」

Countess Bauer desperately admonished Viscountess Bolellan, but alas, her words did not reach her in the slightest. Countess Bauer, looking desperate, was unbearable and vain.

It’s even more so because it’s obvious that she’s truly concerned about Viscountess Bolellan and respects the Royal Princess.

But I’m sorry. I have no reason to go along with that.

「So you think she stole jewelry from the Royal Princess’s Palace?」

My words cut off the exchange between the two of them, and the place fell silent.

「…What are you talking about? I told you earlier. For the sake of the royal family and for your sake, I committed the crime to obtain proof of their infidelity…」

The Viscountess Bolellan, who has come to her senses, says so, but such excuses are not acceptable.

「No, no, you just said that.『I would not have done such a foolish thing.』Isn’t that what it’s all about?」

「…I don’t understand what you mean.」

Viscountess Bolellan frowned suspiciously.

「Were you jealous of the Royal Princess? Did you envy her?」

I knew there was something going on, given the fact that she was a friend of her and was stealing from her, but I never would have guessed her motive.

Looking at Viscountess Bolellan, I could see that her lips were quivering faintly.

「If it were possible, you would have wanted to take her place.」

What I have been able to glean from Viscountess Bolellan’s appearance and words so far are only dissatisfaction, envy, jealousy, jealousy, hatred, and well, not good feelings towards the Royal Princess. On the other hand, although she denied it, she probably has a feeling of longing when I see her imitating the Royal Princess. They are opposites, yet inextricably linked. Surely two emotions exist within Viscountess Bollelan.

「Perhaps it was just a bit of a fluke at first? You decorated yourself with things that the Princess wore, and you just felt a little bit like Princess Priscilla.」

I am sure that anyone around their age has longed for the glamorous position of the Royal Princess. Moreover, Royal Princess Priscilla, who holds the position of the Princess, is a woman so popular that she is likened to the heroine in the romance novel『 The Tragic Lover,』which everyone is said to have read at least once. In addition to that, her husband, the king’s brother, is renowned for his beauty and, moreover, Raul, who is synonymous with『The Tragic Lover.』

She admired such Princess Priscilla, but she must’ve envied her for putting herself in that position.

「It escalated gradually and you lost your stopping point. But you felt guilty in your heart, so you had to justify yourself with some reason. I wonder if it was the fact that she was a commoner, or if she was unfaithful?」

When asked, Viscountess Bolellan does not answer.

「In justifying it that way, you really implicated yourself. Princess Priscilla doesn’t deserve the position of royal consort. You think that you, with your noble blood, deserves it…」

She was so defensive of herself that she converted her longing and guilt into hatred and hurled it to the wrong place.

「…What are you basing your statement on…?」

That being said, I am unable to provide any proof that would be considered evidence. This is only my imagination, and only Viscountess Bollelan know what is in her heart.

However, there is one thing I can say with certainty.

「When I first met Viscountess Bolellan, you had the same eyes as Countess Bauer does now.」

That is my slight basis.