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Chapter 5

The scent of a deep rose was fragrant in one body, as the perfume dwells. It was a strong scent that made my head sour.

Instead of frowning, Dahlia held her breath and walked quietly. The scent remained like a footprint in the past.

"That silver-haired lady is Count Margaret's daughter. Indeed, a beautiful flower-like face looks exactly like the Countess."

"Then what do you do. Her attitude is quite frigid."

"Okay. From my perspective, the younger sister is more appealing..."

My ears were sore at the gossips that followed.

As Dahlia threw sideways, some of the educated ladies laughed, covering their mouths with a fan.

It was a docile attitude as to when she was gossiping.

Dahlia looked forward indifferently. There was no time to be agitated by the gossips like that.

Moreover, the majority of the gossips were true.

Dahlia Margaret looked forward indifferently.

The eldest daughter who grows like a flower in a glass greenhouse but is prideful and stubborn. A woman who is anxious to seduce the emperor and dislikes her younger sister more than anyone else. Destined to be executed directly at the hands of her beloved emperor, a bad luck villain.

"Sister, I'm nervous."

Flore came to my side and whispered.

A younger sister who grows like a flower in a field but is praised for being innocent and gentle.

Your opponent to be the worst enemy in this world.

Dahlia, a woman with a tough vice.

"........"

Dahlia opened the streets without an answer. I didn't forget to frown in the sense of being uncomfortable. As if she felt embarrassed, Flore took a step back, dyeing her face hard.

Then Dahlia's breath opened. It was hard to bear even being in the same space as Flore every moment.

"Dahlia, Flore. Come close both of you."

The father of the two, Count Videl Margaret, approached and stood in front of them, and glanced over.

The current emperor was a person who made the greatest contribution to usurping the emperor, his posture was full of overbearing.

Flore laughed brightly and followed Count Videl. Dahlia also calmly followed him.

"The person over there is the Emperor Noel Hattor Serbien. Come say hello."

When she couldn't overcome the rush and moved, the army split like a wave and opened the road.

Flore first walked quietly with her head down. Her green dress, with her hands together, flowed like a wave.

Compared to Dahlia's purple dress that sparkles with all kinds of decorations, it was very modest. The difference made me guess how different the two were in Count Margaret's eyes.

Today, it was the debutant Ball of aristocrats held every year in the Serbien Empire.

However, this year was a little special because it was the first ball I visited.

"Your Majesty, thank you for inviting me to the Imperial Palace Ball. These are my daughters who have just entered the social world. They are very short-lived, but today they have a daylight on their debut."

Count Videl, who had already walked up, was politely greeting the emperor. Dahlia wasn't in a hurry and greeted him side by side with Flore.

A big hand came into Dahlia's view with her head bowed and staggered. It meant to raise your head.