I Became The Childhood Friend of the Obsessive Second Male Lead

“Maybe she is alone in the Duchy’s tent.”

At the words of the other Madam, Gabriella felt a little guilty in her heart.

“Above all, we must take care of the Princess of Liz. She might have been left alone in a house full of men.”

The Emperor said so too, he left with concern about the Princess of Liz.

Even though it was just a means to keep me safe.

In any case, the young Princess was innocent, and she was a guest of the Imperial family.

“No worries.”

Gabriella stood up from her seat.

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“Because I’m going to see the Princess.”

“You’re so kind.”

“As expected, the Princess is very attentive.”

Gabriella’s conscience was somewhat pricked at the compliments they gave her.

She should have actually found the Princess a little sooner.

When she left the tent where the nobles were gathered, she saw the Duchy’s tent, in the far distance alone.

Judging by the fact that there were also knights guarding the area, Rieta seemed to be there.

The other guests who went to visit . . . don’t seem to be there.

It seems she really was alone.

She doesn’t know if she’s just sitting in the tent by herself or not.

When Gabriella arrived near the tent, the Duchy’s knights bowed down.

“What about the Princess?”

The moment she asked . . .

A short scream was heard from inside the tent.

“Ack!”

Screaming? During a hunting competition that should be peaceful?

Startled, Gabriella ran into the tent faster than the knights.

“Princess!”

As she hurriedly called, she looked around and saw Rieta almost crying and Darrel smiling.

It seemed that the scream was from Rieta, but Gabriella could easily figure out the cause.

“Oh my God!”

The Princess approached the two of them, and she pulled out the needle that had been stuck in Darrel’s finger.

It was so deep that red blood flowed out from the small wound.

After the Princess put the needle back in a safe place, she started yelling at Darrel.

“Brother, are you crazy? What the hell were you showing the Princess?”

There was nothing nice about showing a child how to poke needles through their body.

“Ah.”

But Darrel didn’t seem to care, just wiping his wounded hand with a handkerchief and smiling.

“I was teaching the Princess embroidery.”

Embroidery?

What kind of embroidery had to do with sticking a needle through the finger?

“Umm, it’s been a while.”

As he said that, she saw that his hand was already full of needle puncture wounds.

“I can’t believe it, really!”

The Princess yelled, then asked the maid that was attending her for a treatment box.

“Oh, it’s okay if you don’t treat it. I cut my hands quite often.”

“Stay still.”

Was it because of the commanding words?

Even as Gabriella forced him to hold out his hand, Darrel did not react.

Soon, disinfectant dripped onto his wounds.

“A wound from metal, no matter how small, is not negligible. And that’s . . .”

“Isn’t that what my mother told you? It must have been before Noel was born.”

“Will anyone who remembers it leave the wound?”

Instead of answering, Darrel only looked away awkwardly.

But soon, Gabriella’s strict eyes bore into him.

He mumbled a “I’m sorry” and bowed his head deeply.

“Good.”

The Princess now turned to Rieta.

“Is the Princess hurt?”

She was only asking a natural question, but Rieta was staring at Gabriella with a look of surprise.

“. . . Princess?”

When she called again anxiously, Rieta was startled, and she quickly put her hands in front of her.

“Me, okay!”

Slightly strange words in the Imperial language were heard.

Since the Princess of Liz was a foreigner, of course. But maybe she was surprised.

In a crawling voice, covering her mouth with both her hands, she corrected it and said ‘I’m fine.’.

“Then I’m glad.”

The Princess smiled at Rieta, who was constantly at a loss for what to do, and looked back at Darrel.

“Darrel, why are you here?”

“This is the Duchy’s tent.”

“No, not that!”

Gabriella frowned slightly.

Maybe she was a little bit jealous.

Because she and Darrel were very different.

Their gender and status was simply different, and the freedoms allowed were clearly different.

Still, when he was very young . . .

He was the friend in the most similar situation.

“You could go hunting!”

“I promised the Princess today to teach her embroidery.”

“With what skill?”

“It just so happened that it was so bad I felt weird. Hmm, apparently I did pretty well when I was younger . . .”

The two children learned to embroider together from the Duchess.

The Princess wasn’t good at embroidery, so she would use practice cloths every time.

Darrel, on the other hand, was soon skilled enough able to make a pretty engraving of his name.

Embroidery was not the only thing he excelled at over the Princess.

No matter what he learned, he would always quickly get the hang of it and show off his skills.

It didn’t take long for him to be dubbed bright.

Of course, recently, it seems that he has become more famous with the phrase kind to everyone rather than that word.