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Chapter 60

So the nobles like to have a quiet conversation with the host of the banquet by calling the group to a more private place, rather than a banquet hall, and it must be upstairs today.

I woke up with the envious eyes of the young people around me.

"Thank you for your warm hospitality today. Next time I officially make a debut, please take care of me."

"Oh, of course. Of course..."

"Before that, I will often at banquets!"

"We would be honored if you could show us your beautiful dress, Miss."

Leaving them behind with a smile, I followed the servant.

As I guessed, the servant who took me to the front of the room on the second floor said politely.

"Please wait a moment."

I was left in the hallway with two knights guarding the door.

It was then that I heard the approaching footsteps.

Turn around casually to see who it is.

Then looked ahead again.

Oh, why is that child coming?

"Hey."

The unfortunate voice was Astana.

Now, the 14-year-old boy grew up so well that he was closer to the stupid figure I remembered.

It's obvious that he's learning swordsmanship, but he's wearing a sword for self-defense and touching it like a gangster in the neighborhood.

I pretended not to hear and waited for the door to open.

"Hey, half."

I think he's Belsach's mentally twin.

Even after a long time, my expressions were distorted by the words I heard.

"What? Your mom is just a lowly commoner, and when I call you "half" you get mad. Are you listening, half?" (It such a difficult sentence to translate, fyuhhh)

I kept looking forward and trying to ignore him.

"Oh, you don't know I'm a scary Prince!"

Until Astana grabs me by the shoulder and turns me around.

The knights seemed to flinch at the Prince's sudden behavior but did not intervene.

They were just watching us with a nervous face.

"Put your hand down, Your Highness."

"Huh."

I snapped coldly, and Astana smiled a really sickening grin and said.

"But now you've learned how to speak formally."

Maybe he was talking about the time when he stepped on his hat and bounce it.

"It's been a long time. So let it go, right?"

"No, I don't like that cheeky look of yours. What are you going to do, half?"

This is the Palace, what are you going to do? Holding my shoulder more and more painful, Astana's eyes were saying so.

I hit Astana's hand hard enough to make a sound and let go.

"That is...! A half, so what!"

I also put those words in my mouth.

I tried to avoid getting involved with Asta as much as I could with the mind of avoiding poop.

Now I felt my patience run out.

And, sratchhh.

When he grabbed my clothes roughly silk that Laurel had carefully sewn up was ripped off from the dress.

You're dead, idiot.

I glared at Astana as hard as I could and then stepped back just as I grabbed his clothes.

Holding it tight so that he couldn't let go of his hand that holding my clothes.

"Huh?"

Astana was seen as embarrassing and made a stupid face.

It's too late, idiot.

I bumped my back against the door that was still closed.

Bang!

With a loud sound, the closed-door opened, and Astana and I pushed into the room.

"Tia!"

A startled voice of my father came from behind.

And kriekkk, there were several sounds of the chair being dragged.

Now that he grasped the situation, I saw Astana turning red, and the situation behind me was drawn like a drawing.

Now, then we got witnesses.

When I released Astana's hand, I stumbled as if he had pushed me.

"This girl......!"

Astana tried to say something unfairly, but I was first.

"I remember what my grandfather said. 'Just kick it with your feet.'"

I am a good granddaughter who listens well to my grandfather.

When I approached him, I kicked Astana's shin as hard as I could.

"Ouch!"

Astana, who was hit without being able to escape, grabs his leg and doesn't know what to do.

"Your... Your Majesty!"

One of the knights standing at the door came in surprise and supported him.

However, Astana swears and pushes the knight as hard as he can, and pulls out a sword in his waist.

Sureung...

A sword raised with a sinister sound aimed at me.

"I will kill you!"

Astana shouted as if his eyes were completely turned away.

However, he had to stop without taking a single step.

Sureung.

Another sword that suddenly appeared was precisely aimed at him.

"If you don't want to cut, put that sword down."

It was Perez.

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Glossary

[1] 'Insa (인싸)' - Korean abbreviation for inside. It means someone who is very popular in a group of people.