Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

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C175

"Deborah, come to think of it, your birthday is just around the corner."

Duke Seymour, who was sitting across from me, suddenly said, looking at the chessboard. I took the queen and nodded.

"How about spending this birthday quietly without too many guests? We haven't been able to reveal who is behind you."

I hadn't shared the clues I found in my diary with my father yet.

"Although we have deduced the background, there is no conclusive evidence to investigate the imperial family."

The emperor's favorite queen is targeting me.

She was a very tough opponent, that's why I have a headache.

Lost in thought, instead of responding to my father's suggestion, I moved a black bishop across the board and took down the white bishop.

My father slowly rubbed his chin as he watched the black pieces rush toward the enemy camp.

"It's a bold move. Like you."

Like me?

At his comment, I suddenly felt a sense of exasperation.

I used to think of myself as shy and quiet, but how did this happen?

"But. I made a damn resolution that if there was a next life, I wouldn't live like a doormat..."

I gathered the horse, recalling that strong determination.

The pieces went back and forth several times, and in the end, my father's king was surrounded by my queen and my horse, and it was impossible to move.

"Checkmate."

He thought for a moment, moving his horse back and forth, and finally declared surrender.

"I sacrificed the bishop on purpose to push the king in this direction. Neither Enrique nor you will take care of this father."

He murmured regretfully and leaned on the soft backrest.

While playing, the sun had set, the sky was black, and snow was scattered in the darkness.

Amidst the silence in the office, Duke Seymour's silver eyes sank faintly.

He doesn't show it in front of me, but after I was ambushed in the Royal Library, he burned with strong hostility.

To some extent, he mobilized private soldiers to dust off even a group of cultists unrelated to black magic on a rainy day, bit Marquis François with a tax evasion case, and blocked Mia's financial line.

But even the Duke must know that cutting the tail, not the head or body, is useless.

"Father."

"Yes, tell me."

"This year, my birthday will be more special than any other as Princess Seymour. I had the most successful debutante in the empire and became the queen of the hunting competition, but it's boring if I stay silent, isn't it?"

"..."

"Of course, I have no intention of inviting guests to this house, obviously."

I whispered as if sharing a secret.

"I'm going to have a party on board."

"... A party on board?"

Upon hearing my words, he raised his eyebrows.

"Yes. I received a beautiful boat as a gift."

The sender of the astonishingly large gift was Isidor, a noble from the south with a large port and dozens of ships.