The Unwanted Princess Becomes Loved in the Werewolf Kingdom and Becomes Queen! – Chapter 72
Chapter 72: Not a dream 1
The morning came as usual.
Ernesta sat up on the bed and looked around her room with an unsteady gaze, letting out a sigh.
It seemed that she had just had a ridiculous dream. The content was filled with nothing but wishful thinking, making her feel embarrassed and wanting to go back to sleep.
She had dreamt of that person many times before, but today’s dream had an odd sense of reality.
She really needed to stop this soon. This was just foolishness. Stupid, presumptuous, and…happiness.
As she combed her messy hair with her hand, she let out a second sigh. Ernesta dragged her heavy body out of bed and left her room as she was.
The time was before 6 am. Isolte would be waking up soon, so she needed to help prepare breakfast.
She felt a bit dazed, as if her thought process wasn’t functioning properly. With a strange feeling of discomfort, Ernesta opened the door leading to the living room.
“Good morn—”
“Good morning, Ellie.”
The clear voice that returned the groggy greeting was something that shouldn’t have been possible.
She raised her face almost as a reflex. Isolte was in the nearby kitchen, returning her greeting with a wry smile. And the person keeping watch over the fire in front of the stove was Ivan.
——Why was Ivan here?
Ernesta froze, eyes wide open. Her stagnant mind began to work actively, replaying the content she had deemed a dream just now.
Impossible, impossible, no way. But…!
A silent scream leaked out of her trembling lips.
She was wearing stretched-out pajamas, with unkempt hair full of bedhead. The king had started a fire in a regular household. Last night’s events. Various factors intertwined and finally caused her mind to explode.
Her body, swept into confusion, moved on its own, and Ernesta silently closed the door.
Determined to abandon everything, she ran back to her room at full speed.
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Going back in time to last night, the Gentner family living room was surrounded by a strange tension.
At present, four people are sitting at the dining table. One of them, Ernesta, secretly observed the appearance of her father sitting in front of her.
Bruno was clearly disgruntled, and he was casting a stern gaze diagonally ahead. Isolte, next to him, is the opposite, looking in the same direction as her husband with a hearty smile on her face.
Ivan, who had attracted the attention of both of them, had his usual calm demeanor. His aura and beauty that inevitably seeped through were too much for the small space, making Ernesta feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
“Once again, I am Ivan Leopold Urbashek. It is an honor to meet you.”
——What kind of way of speaking is that?!
Ernesta opened her mouth widely in her mind.
By the way, Konrad was sitting on the sofa against the wall, one hand holding a book, looking over here. That guy definitely hasn’t read a single page.
“I am Isolte Gentner. It is also an honor to meet you, King Ivan.”
As expected of Isolte, who once served in the palace, she remained composed and had perfect manners. However, Bruno’s expression became even more stern, and he muttered, “…I’m Bruno,” then fell silent.
“I have come to ask for permission to marry Lady Ernesta. I should have come much earlier, but… I apologize deeply for this matter.”
——Apologize deeply?!
He wasn’t someone who would just bow his head so easily, yet he offered such a sincere response.
Ernesta was at a loss for what to do with her face, which had turned completely red with both happiness and apology, but Isolte was merciless.
“How wonderful! You chased after our daughter, didn’t you?”
“That’s right. There was no one else I could think of except for Lady Ernesta.”
Ernesta really opened her mouth for real this time. Where had the shy Ivan gone?
“Oh my gosh! I can’t believe this is happening, it’s so wonderful! You know, Your Majesty, this child has been depressed since she came back.”
“Come on, Mom, stop it! It’s embarrassing!”
Ernesta stood up and tried to stop them. But Bruno took over the conversation.
“That’s right. It was painful to watch.”
Ernesta, who thought she had gone unnoticed by her father, was surprised enough to drown out her embarrassment. Upon seeing her, Konrad also sighed.
It seemed that she had caused quite a bit of worry to her family even after returning home. Ernesta felt like crying and slumped her shoulders in silence.
“I know you’re not to blame. It was this country that caused a great deal of trouble and behaved rudely… However, Your Majesty, how do you plan to resolve this turmoil? If we let these thugs get away with this kind of outrage, we don’t know what kind of unreasonable demands they will make next. If you plan to be ambiguous about it, then this child cannot marry into your country.”
Konrad muttered, “Well, Dad has a good point.” but Ernesta could no longer pick up his voice.
She understood that Bruno cared about her daughter, but Ivan was just caught up in this scheme. She couldn’t burden him with anything more.
However, before she could say anything, Ivan gently stopped her. Looking up at him with exhausted eyes, she saw a soft smile with a firm will behind it.
Then Ivan turned back forward and completely wiped the smile off his face.
“As for that, I am not going to retreat for free either. I’ll make sure that they will be marked with deep regret and will not be tempted again.”
Ernesta looked up at his profile overflowing with anger.
Although she had expected it, Ivan was quite angry about this incident. It was almost like the country had been overturned, so it was natural for him to feel that way.
As she was speechless with the anger emanating from his entire body, Konrad found it interesting and chimed in.
“I love that kind of thing. What do you mean by that, ‘brother-in-law’?”
“I see, Konrad-dono is also a man with great courage.”
“Don’t call me ‘dono’. So, what are you planning to do?”
Ernesta wished she could interject, but there was no timing to do so.
“Right now, I’m having my subjects prepare a letter to the Emperor of Bral. Once it arrives, I’m going to crush the Emperor.”
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