Chapter 1: The Muscle Lady trigger – Part 2│Read translated stories and daily updates at: Awebstories.com
One morning, after dinner, as I was leaving the room, my father said to me…
“… Macholda, could you please lend me your ear for a moment?”
“My name is Matilda. How can I assist you, Father?”
“Yes, Actually, your name came up as a potential fiancée for His Highness, Hiro, at the High Council meeting the other day.”
What!?
The time of destiny has finally arrived!
Will my efforts be fruitful, or will I be futile?
My heart is racing at full speed.
“Oh? His Majesty, the First Prince?
So I’m hoping Father didn’t take it.”
“No. You were only considered for the position because of your reputation and lineage.
Of course, I declined.
Macholda. I dare ask you, do you have any objections!?”
I win!!!
God, thank you for giving me muscles!
I can now easily run a hundred 100-meter dashes without worries!
“My name is Matilda, Father.
Yes. I’m not sure if I’m the right person to be His Highness’s companion.”
“No. There is no one better than you when it comes to excellence.
But a member of the royal family, a symbol of the country, can’t look so hot and bothered. “
I hate you, father.
Could you please choose between praising me and criticizing me?
I’m sure the villainous daughter in the original story is caused by the fact that he usually works all the time and neglects his one and only daughter.
“It saddens me that people do not appreciate the beauty of well-developed muscles.
Nothing else is as healthy and beautiful as this.”
With the relaxed grace of a lady, I flaunt my side chests.
My father lightly rubs his brow.
“I’m not interested in learning about your diverse tastes.
That’s all I have to say about it. You are free to leave.”
“Please excuse me.”
Now that I’ve granted permission, let’s hurry back to my room.
Ah— I’m so nervous.
I knew everything would be fine, but I couldn’t sleep until I knew for sure.
I’m relieved now.
All I have to do now is keep working hard and prepare for my debut in society next year.
I’m already excited about it.
Wait for me, my future husband, who will accept me just the way I am.
I don’t care about your appearance, your social standing, your age, or whether or not you have children…
Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-
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However, due to my father’s reluctance, I will not enter society until I am over the age of seventeen.
That is far too absurd.
It’s too late for a start in an aristocratic world where women are treated as old farts by the age of 20.
Even the conflict with the first prince is now a distant memory, only known as a rumor.
Even if it’s better than being caught in the middle, what’s the point of having a villainous daughter who never met the heroine?
They told me that I had turned down the royal family’s offer, which had caused a lot of resentment, and that I should wait until the situation calmed down… That was a big lie.
My mother told everyone behind my back that she didn’t want her proud and sweet little daughter to be hurt by criticism of her peculiar appearance.
Parents are idiots. Or, more accurately, stupid parental love.
What makes you think your daughter, who overcame her family’s vehement opposition to become a macho woman, has such a fragile mind?
Muscle is muscle, and power is power. I’m not going down without a fight.
I haven’t made my official debut yet, but I’ve been showing up at unofficial tea parties for women only, so the people at home who know me turn a blind eye, as if they understand what I’m going through.
How many rumors about me as a hidden marquess would have been spread if I had remained completely sequestered?
Oh, the horror!
Even so, I’m sure there are many people who are unaware of the truth.
We’ll just have to wait and see what happens.
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So you rode into the royal castle in a good mood?
You are escorted by your father, a marquis, and yet you feel that you are being marked as a suspicious person.
Perhaps it’s because I’m taller and wider than the soldiers who are evenly spaced, but I have the impression that they are paying more attention to me.
If I were to speak for them, I would say, “What kind of woman are you?”
When I was led away from my father and into the waiting room where the children, the main actors of today’s debutante ball, were gathered, the vice commander of the Royal Guards made such a grand entrance that I almost laughed at how obvious it was.
I didn’t recognize his face, but I knew who he was by his uniform and rank insignia.
According to my witty friend, a member of the Royal Guards can only join if he or she is not only skilled, but also intelligent, attractive, and of a certain rank.
That’s why there aren’t many of them, and they’re treated like idols.
The vice commander of the Royal Guards was, as one might expect, a down-to-earth individual.
He appeared cool but sharp, with his bluish-silver hair and dark blue eyes.
Even though he is a bit older, he reminds me of Ahsogi from the game show from my past life.
Unlike the Commander, he is still unmarried, and despite being the second son of an earl, he has already received a viscountcy for his personal valor, and despite his tendency to be too uptight, he is a good young man with a lot of humanity and righteousness.
It’s only a rumor. I’m not entirely sure.
Anyway, I expected to be led to another room and interrogated there, but instead I was led to a waiting room, where we parted quickly and normally.
Following that, the soldiers appeared to loosen their guard, and I wondered if there was anything that could be judged simply by walking behind the Vice Commander in that manner.
Despite this, my debut went off without a hitch.
But I did get a few second looks from start to finish.
Because of my previous experience, I believe I was able to get around better than younger ladies in the same position.
At the very least, I didn’t act in a way that would embarrass the marquis.
There was also the fact that the gentlemen were all chickens, with far too few chances to greet and dance with them.
Still, I made a lot of female friends, which is a good thing.
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