Who Made Me a Princess Continuing Story 2: Playing Outside with Dad

Part 2

Hmm. I don't like to say this, but I look naive and pretty as if I don't know anything about the world. And it seems as if there is someone who is going to peel me off like that.

Besides, since no amount of modest clothing would mask the natural glitter, there was often a man who sees Claude and I as a rich married couple and tries to chant to me in this way.

"So you two are married? Won't you join us? You can bet as much as you want.”

Even the people next to us were creeping up.

So, I'd actually love to try it, but Dad wouldn't let me. Well, where in the world can you find a father who will say it's alright for his daughter to gamble?

"The sparrow passing by must be laughing at the sound of the pitch.”

As expected, Claude sniffed.

Then, on that day, a big man touched the head of a sleeping dragon.

"Oy, what is it? You don't have any money, do you? You looked shiny, so I was just wondering if it would work."

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Oops!

It was obvious that he was crazy. I don't have anything to do with him dad.

Perhaps Claude wouldn't have dared do such a petty thing if he had not changed his face using magic and had it been in its original form.

However, the appearance of Claude now seemed a little more comfortable, to be honest. Because I played a little prank on Claude's face earlier!

The facial features have already become blurred with plastic surgery magic, which makes his face uglier and has a large king's mole next to his nose, making it difficult to say that Claude is charismatic even with empty words.

Ugh! I'm sorry, Dad! I won't play this kind of tricks from now on! Ugh!

Of course, he couldn't hide his natural air, so when Claud gave them a furtive look, they hesitated for a moment. But whether it was because of the overheated atmosphere of the fighting board or because of the confidence of the majority to the minority, they soon began to muzzle again.

"Stay in the corner of the house if you know it! Why is he crawling out here and loitering about without a dime?”

"Yes, if you don't have money on the table, go home and lick your wife's feet! What if your wife runs away with someone else while you're away like the second one in the blacksmith's house?”

"Huhahaha!"

Furthermore, they seemed to be drinking on broad daylight.

Oh, my God, there are people who can stand up to Claude, who can't stand money and their wives running away!

But everywhere I look, I noticed that he was just deliberately trying to get us into the game.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.….

"You're a man who doesn't deserve to breath."

......there it is!

I had no choice but to shudder at the sight of the rotten smile that came to Claude's lips.

"Athy."

"Yes, sir."

Soon he called my name and I answered with great tension. Claude was calling me that, too, because the name I was using outside is "Athy," my nickname.