The Noble Lady of the Sinking Ship, Disguising her Young Brother as her Son, Stubbornly Survives in the Neighboring Country! – Chapter 52

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓𝟐: 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭

Lord Montyver bears a strangely refreshing expression, saying that he has a little something to discuss.

“Let’s head to that gazebo over there instead of talking here.”


He extends his hand, but hesitation takes over.

For some reason, I can’t shake off the feeling that if I were to take his hand, I would never be able to escape.

“Lara, is something wrong?”

“Lord Montyver――.”

“Hey, I told you to call me Leon before, right? Lara, you’ve forgotten already!”

“No, I didn’t mean to forget.”

At that time, he was weakened, so I just went along with it.

I was hoping he might have forgotten, but he clearly remembered.

Feeling awkward, I end up looking away.

“You probably thought I’d forget because I seemed out of it, didn’t you?”

Unable to deny it, I fall silent. By now, it’s as if I’m admitting it.

“Lord Montyver.”


“That is, Leon-sama.”

With an air of approval, Lord Montyver nods.

Even though I planned to firmly reject calling him just ‘Leon’, he seemed satisfied with the honorific today.

Somehow, I feel completely deflated.

“So, Lara, what was it?”

“Well, I was thinking how well you seem to understand what I’m thinking.”

“I had to be good at reading others’ thoughts to survive. That’s what I want to talk about now.”

The conversation may end up being long. If so, it would probably be more comfortable to speak in the cottage than in the gazebo.

“Leon-sama, I would like to listen to your story in the cottage.”

“What?! Lara, you’re bold! Bringing a man like me into your home in broad daylight.”

The moment I make the suggestion, Lord Montyver’s eyes sparkle brightly.

“I won’t be inviting you into my house, so don’t get your hopes up.”

Just when I thought he was feeling better, this happened. With a sigh, I start walking.

Upon reaching the cottage, I recommend he take a seat at the garden table.

This is something I got from the gardener a few days ago, as it was getting old.

It’s been around for about ten years, but it’s been repainted, so it looks brand new.

“I’ll go make some tea, please relax here.”

“Do you need help?”

“No, thank you.”

Perhaps he planned to sneak into the house in the confusion. I politely declined his offer to help.

I’ll prepare some tea and serve it with crumbly cookies made from lard and almond powder.

Lord Montyver, seemingly lost in thought while looking at the garden, stands up to hold the tray as soon as I approach.

“Lara, it feels great to sit here and feel the breeze.”

“Yes, it’s quite pleasant. Ren, Ga-chan, and I love it here. We often have tea parties together.”

“That sounds wonderful. A happy family.”

I never dreamed that our life would be the subject of envy.

It’s probably thanks to the Marchioness that we have this lifestyle.

“Did you bake these cookies, Lara?”


These cookies, dusted with a generous amount of powdered sugar like snow, are Florenci’s favorite.

Since Florenci once said, “I want Lord Montyver to try them too!” I specially reserved some for him.

Lord Montyver picks up a crumbly cookie, checks it out, and then promptly takes a bite.

“Ah, this is delicious! And it has a nice citrus scent.”

“I added chopped dried orange peel.”

“Oh, I see. It’s excellent.”

I’m relieved that he seems to enjoy it.

“I hadn’t eaten anything today, so this is a real treat.”

“T, That’s. . .not good for your health. . . . . .”

Knights are supposed to be in top physical condition. He won’t last long if he doesn’t eat properly.

But he often has to worry about poison in his food, so I can’t be too harsh.

The usually smiling Lord Montyver suddenly becomes serious when a strong wind blows through.

“Hey, Lara. Do you want to know why I’m always in such mortal danger?”

The moment the question was asked, my heart pounded heavily.

I guess it’s a problem he has been dealing with alone for many years.

“May I ask why?”

“Yes, I want you to know.”

Honestly, I didn’t have confidence that I could bear the darkness he carries.

But if I refused here, I felt like Lord Montyver would have to bear it alone for the rest of his life.

I had already involved myself enough in Lord Montyver’s problems.

I wouldn’t be allowed to back out now.

“May I hear it if you will not regret sharing, Leon-sama?”

“I won’t regret it, absolutely. Anyway, I wasn’t planning on telling this to anyone. I was ready to take it to my grave.”

What kind of secret was he carrying?

I couldn’t imagine it at all.

“Lara, you see, I’m the prince of this country.”

I heard the incredible words and couldn’t help but ask back, “What did you just say?”

“Leon・Von・Montyver is a pseudonym.”

I had heard about this from the concubine.

To think it was really a pseudonym. . . . . .I was at a loss for words.

“My real name is Marion・Von・Kirill Reinigen.”

Upon hearing Marion, I realized.

“Leon-sama, isn’t the name Marion. . . . . .that of the princess?”

“Yes, that’s right. Until my mother died, I was raised as a princess.”

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