Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

160

C160

"There."

"Deborah Seymour...."

From the moment Princess Deborah descended the stairs like a snake preparing to hunt, the nobles gathered in the hall focused on her.

This is because they raised their heads with curiosity about what jewels Deborah Seymour would wear on this occasion and what kind of path she would take.

Perhaps because she looked down from above, the princess felt more oppressive.

The mermaid-cut dress that revealed her slender body made her appear taller, and the long flared ornament that hung only at the bottom of the skirt made her look like a colorful serpent in motion.

It was said that the more venomous the beast, the more beautiful it is.

Today, she didn't wear large jewels, but this made her distinctive features stand out, drawing the attention of the nobles.

Shortly after, the Duke of Seymour and the twin heirs known for their genius approached her.

When these grim characters gathered in a place with a cold appearance, they emitted an atmosphere and a strong presence that was hard to reach.

Duke Seymour didn't cast Freezing Magic, but the place where they were seemed cold.

"Those people must also have blue blood."

"By the way, they are all really beautiful."

"That's right. Not to mention the activities of Rosad-nim, Belreck-nim is one of the top three researchers in the tower...."

"What the hell are they talking about with that cold expression on their faces?"

Amid the looks of amazement and fear that sprouted from here and there, the Duke of Seymour was busy looking at his daughter, who had grown splendidly.

"Deborah. You've also entered the social world now. When did you become so big?"

"There are no signs of nervousness at all, obviously, whose younger sister are you? It's amazing."

Belreck made a gentle compliment, and Rosad raised his thin lips and added briefly.

"You are the prettiest here."

"It's natural."

"Brothers. There's no way it will rain bean flour*, right?"

(*Literal translation: receive a small gain by chance through someone else's affairs.)

"What can I do if you are the one who stands out the most?"

"Belreck. You said the right thing after a long time. Whose daughter are you? You're shining dazzlingly. So don't get nervous."

While spitting out all kinds of compliments indifferently, the royal family entered the hall, and the debutante, which the young ladies most awaited, began.

----------------------

"I see Her Majesty, the queen."

The first person introduced to me was the second Queen, technically the highest-ranking wife in the imperial family, where the positions of empress and first Queen were vacant.

However, the Marquise of Baslein told me beforehand that she was not interested in power because she didn't have a son she could push as the next emperor, and she had a sincere belief in God.

"A pleasure to meet you. Princess. Like Seymour, you are as colorful as a rose."

Faced with the insincere greeting from the second queen, I thought for a moment before opening my mouth.