𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟔: 𝐅𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞’𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

I have been confined in Fumble Fortress for three days now.

Although I cannot leave the tower facing the sea, I have relatively free rein inside. 

There are two red robe mages and two knights as guards in front of my room.

As for the maids assigned to me, they come in pairs of two, alternating between six of them. 

As expected, it seems that I am seen as a “helpless young lady who can’t do anything.” 

That’s why the number of guards is minimal, and I’m not even restrained with shackles. I’m simply residing here.

Delicious meals are provided three times a day, and I am told that they will provide anything I need. It is a luxurious life of being pampered. Thanks to that, if I seriously wanted to escape, I could. 

It’s advantageous to be seen as weak, so I absolutely won’t mention that I can destroy solid rock with my bare hands. I can’t possibly say that I caused internal injuries to Prince Roque. I want to avoid unnecessary rumors. . .

Tonight’s dinner is with King Henry, whom I haven’t seen in two days, and the second prince, Dimitri-sama. 

Dimitri-sama is said to belong to the knight order, and this fortress is supposedly under his jurisdiction. 

Unlike King Henry, he has a good reputation even among commoners, according to the maids. 

Although I can’t take the reputation of a royal at face value, I want to know what he thinks about his older brother, King Henry, who is planning to invade Roselia. 

Perhaps he might become an ally, I can’t help but have such faint hopes. 

“Dimitri-sama, is he the first consort’s son?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

The previous king, Richequel, who was Cid’s father, passed away three years ago. 

The empress, who is King Henry’s mother, is the legitimate consort. Dimitri-sama’s mother, the first consort, is the mother of the second prince. 

There were also five to six secondary wives and countless concubines, but now that the late king has passed away, only the Empress and the first consort wife hold power.

It’s a sad fate to reach the pinnacle of glory while one’s husband is alive, only to decline after their passing.

“How old is he? I want to know what kind of person he is before dinner.”

When I asked that, the maids happily told me. Apparently, he is very popular and well-liked. 

“He is dignified and strong. He is twenty-three years old and still doesn’t have a queen. Unlike King Henry, who has seven side consorts, he doesn’t have any women by his side, which is also wonderful. . .!”

“The king has seven side consorts?!”

“Yes. if Viara-sama were to become the legitimate consort of Fumble, I apologize, but you would need to prepare yourself to a certain extent.”

“Oh, I see. Roselia practices monogamy, after all.”

But it’s okay. I will never become the legitimate consort. 

I can’t tell the maids, but even if there were no side consorts, I didn’t want to marry a foolish king like King Henry. 

After finally escaping from Prince Roque, why do I have to become the legitimate consort of a foolish king from a neighboring country? I will escape to the ends of the earth!

While chatting, I was being dressed up more and more for dinner. 

Ah, my head felt heavy. . .!

I wonder just how many jewels are on this tiara.

It’s so dazzling that it hurts my eyes.

“It suits you very well.”

“Thank you.”

A pale cream-colored dress with silver accessories.

I never expected that I would wear such a luxurious dress even after fleeing the country.

And Cid, whom I wanted to show it to, Was not by my side.

I hope he hasn’t been treated badly. I wondered if he was eating and drinking properly.

Henry said that I have value because I am purple, so I won’t be killed. And knowing Cid, he’s probably taking it easy.

I have to find Cid’s whereabouts somehow and escape together with him.

“Now, Viara-sama, lshall we go”

“Yes.”

Unaware of the terrifying plans of their own king, and unaware that I am not just a helpless young lady, my heart ached a little as I saw the maids caring for me so devotedly.

But I’m sorry.

I don’t intend to stay in Fumble.

Gripping the fan tightly, I headed towards the battlefield called  dinner. .

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