The Grand Duchess Is Defeated Again Today

The princess witnessed.

“Who’s there?”

Although it was small, I could hear Estelle’s voice that clearly expressed my intentions.

At that moment, one thought popped into my head.

‘·······It is ruined.’

I thought the original was twisted.

Only this thought filled my head.

I didn’t get caught because I wanted to be caught by a saint.

Rather, I quietly wandered around the garden looking for Rebecca while holding her breath to avoid getting caught as much as possible.

quick-

Unfortunately, I stepped on a branch that was rolling in the garden.

There was no way Estelle, who was organizing her thoughts alone, could not hear the sound.

“who are you?”

“····.”

After fully realizing that I was caught. What happened next was serious consideration.

‘Do you want to run away?’

Worrying about whether it would be better to pretend not to know and leave this place quietly even now.

From Estelle’s point of view, if she finds out she’s here, she’ll look like a madman who suddenly runs away.

I seriously thought about whether that would be better than twisting the original.

But despite these concerns.

“······hello.”

What I chose was to show up as if nothing had happened.

The reason for doing so was simple.

Even if I run away from this place now, because I haven’t found Rebecca who’s headed to the garden yet.

If he couldn’t find the princess and return, eventually the flow of the original would be ruined.

So it showed up. even though I wasn’t brave.

“you are…?”

To my surprise, Estelle already knew me.

“Do you know me?”

Obviously, he wouldn’t have done anything related to the church.

How does Estelle, an alternative saint, know me, the son of a mere countess…

“Yes. I was impressed with the Waltz earlier!”

“······ah.”

His face was hot.

In the past, what was I thinking when I performed such a performance?

No matter how much I fell for Rebecca’s mean provocation.

I resented the me just a few hours ago.

“I should say it’s romantic… I still remember the way he accepted his fiancée who was about to fall.”

Whether or not he knew my heart that was about to die of embarrassment, Estelle continued to confide in her feelings.

Let’s hear the pure sentiments filled with the sincerity of the saint.

“······Is that so.”

I really wanted to hide in a mouse hole.

I wonder if this is how a sinner feels when he confesses to a priest.

I felt very shaky.

“Really. Because I thought I was watching a play that made my heart flutter.”

“····.”

If I had heard the conversation between me and Rebecca at the time, I would never have said that.

I wondered if I should tell Estelle, who was smiling brightly, about the childishness of me and the princess, where even 5-year-olds would cry.

Even in order to protect the virginity of the pure virgin, I decided not to speak out.

It is not for nothing that there is a saying that not knowing is medicine.

Estelle, unable to understand my thoughts, continued talking.

“I was envious.”

in a noticeably gloomy voice.

“······Yes?”

“They look like two people who don’t really care about people’s gaze.”

Estelle’s expression saying that.

It was a little dark, as if he thought he was really envious.

“Sometimes I want to act without thinking about other people’s opinions… but it doesn’t work out the way I want it to.”

“····.”

A saint who is merciful to everyone and always smiling brightly.

That was the character Estelle in [The Prince Holds Up a Sword].

Estelle grew up only in the church without the barriers of her parents since she was young, and after awakening the divine power, Estelle has been tired of learning only about dignity and manners as the next saint.

It was only natural for Estelle to be envious of me and Rebecca.

He must have never paid attention to the opinions of others.

“·········· Sorry, did I talk about boring things for a long time?”

“····.”

“I said too many useless things in front of people I’m seeing for the first time.”

Estelle is smiling hard.

Is it because of my mood that I can feel the sadness in those eyes?

No, it’s not because of my mood. In fact, Estelle’s low self-esteem is often mentioned in the original work.

And it was Mikhail, the main character, who solved and saved Estelle’s abnormally low self-esteem.

– Estelle. You are meaningful as the person you are.

I still remember the scene in which Mikhail captivated Estelle’s heart with that crooked line.

It was also one of the parts that impressed me that much, because it was a scene that made many readers goosebumps (?).

I really don’t know where I am and what I’m doing right now.

‘········Why not come.’

I thought it was strange.

By now, it must be the right time for Mikhail to appear as in the original.

Except for me and Estelle, let alone Mikhail, no human shadow could be seen.

Mikhail had to be here even to stop the assassins who would attack for the saint’s life.

I could go out if I had a chance, but compared to Mikhail and Rebecca, my skills were very poor.

There was no way he could stop the assassins alone.

“······hello?”

“······Yes?”

“What are you thinking about?”

I must have been thinking too deeply.

Seeing that I couldn’t hear the words of Estelle, who came closer to me.

“Thank you for listening to the complaints of people you are seeing for the first time today. It seems to have made you a little more comfortable.”

Estelle’s expression looked brighter than before.

Perhaps this was not what a saint needed.

A person who will listen to his/her story without excluding his/her identity and background.

Someone who can tell their story irresponsibly.

Such a person must have been needed by her, who had the important position of a ‘saint’.

was that so

“······no.”

“yes?”

“I didn’t think there was anything to complain about.”

As I tried to listen to the saint as much as possible, I answered that thank you.

“There is no one without hard work.”

“····.”

“Everyone thinks they are the hardest, and the most unhappy in the world.”

“····.”

“The important thing is whether you give up because the task is difficult, or whether you endure it to the end and solve it. That’s about it.”

“··············································································································································································· Fuhuh.”

hahaha-

After hearing all of my words, Estelle burst into laughter.

A tomboy-like smile that contrasts perfectly with the saint who had just calmly conveyed her words.

Maybe that’s Estelle’s original personality.

However, due to his position and position, he had to hide and live until now.

Because a ‘saint’ is a person who should be like that.

“It’s the first time I’ve ever heard such a thing.”

“····.”

It was natural.

Who the hell is saying such things to a saint as advice?

I was able to say that because Estelle thinks I don’t know who I am.

If Estelle had known that I knew who she was, she wouldn’t have been able to say such a thing.

Unless you want to be arrested for blasphemy.

“thanks.”

“······Yes?”

“Thanks to you, I feel a little more courageous. At least I’m enduring and solving it.”

To be honest, I didn’t mean it with deep thought.

I’m glad it was accepted that way.

There is nothing wrong with the characters in the original story gaining strength with my poor speaking skills.

Although I don’t really like Mikhail for treason against Rebecca’s family.

Apart from that, it was my heart to want both Mikhail and the heroines to live happily ever after.

That’s because I was one of those readers who enjoyed [The Prince Holds a Sword].

Did you read my expression that I want everyone to be happy? Estelle said with a smile.

“This is also a relationship, may I ask your name?”

“············· My name is not very precious.”

“Do you know? Will I be of great help to Confucius in the future?”

Of course, that was true.

It’s the help of a ‘saint’. It wasn’t helpful anymore.

Perhaps later, when the Valencian family was accused of treason, he did not know that the saint would be able to help.

“····.”

Still, I hesitated to answer the name.

If you give me the name here, it’s because it’s really far from the flow of the original.

The fact that he had already talked to the saint was enough to twist the contents of the original story, but it seemed irreversible if he gave the name.

and.

“It’s Estelle.”

“······what did you say?”

“My name is Estelle.”

It was then that the saint revealed her name without any measures.

It wasn’t funny.

‘・・・・・・Is it okay to reveal your name so easily in the first place?’

No matter how common the name Estelle is, it is.

That ‘saint’ wouldn’t be enough to tell anyone her name.

I wondered how impressed I was with advice that didn’t seem like mine.

“What about Confucius?”

“····.”

“I told you, but you don’t mean to tell me, do you?”

He couldn’t resist the saint who threatened him with the fact that he cowardly revealed his name first.

“This is Albert.”

In the end, I had no choice but to tell you my name.

Fortunately, the last name of the family was not disclosed.

The name Albert is not as common as Estelle, but it wasn’t a name that didn’t exist when I looked it up.

It was my timid (?) rebellion.

“Alber… that’s a pretty name.”

Fortunately, the saint also did not ask for the family name.

“······thank you.”

I was then able to breathe a sigh of relief.

“I intend to stay here more. Will Confucius go in first?”

Estelle seemed to want me to be more of her companion.

“··········Yes. The original purpose wasn’t a walk in the garden.”

It was the specification that further twisted the original. I’ve already twisted enough.

After this, Mikhail would be Estelle’s companion instead of me.

“What was the original purpose? What was the original purpose?”

“I was looking for my fiancee.”

“If it’s Confucius’s fiancee… Are you talking about someone who has an impressive red ponytail?”

“How do you know so well?”

Something was strange.

It is said that the saint came out of the banquet hall earlier and saw the princess dancing.

It would be impossible to describe Rebecca’s appearance in such detail after seeing her dancing for a while.

Anxiety for no apparent reason came over me.

Unfortunately.

“Yeah… you’re standing over there?”

“······I beg your pardon?”

This anxiety was never wrong.

Rebecca really stood on the tip of Estelle’s pointing finger.

“····.”

Even with a very shocked expression on his face.

I’ve seen various expressions of Rebecca over the past three years.

I dared to say that it was the first time I had seen such an expression.