Do Your Best and Regret

Chapter 72

Haha.

Ethella suddenly burst into laughter. The Princess and the daughter of the Marquis of Libeorn were nervous, but in the eyes of others, it seemed like she was laughing to lighten the mood.

"But Princess, then."

Seeing the Young Lady cautiously speaking in the relaxed atmosphere, the Princess quickly signaled for her to stop speaking. But the daughter took that signal as her support and spoke to Ethella with a slightly more confident look on her face.

"At that time, you clearly seemed like you would never see me again."

Ethella tilted her head for a moment as she looked at the Young Lady. And then she muttered as if she had realized something.

"You are the daughter of Count Charmin."

"Yes, Princess!"

The Lady of Count Charmin smiled brightly and answered. The moment the Princess's eyes fell on her, the Lady of Count Charmin remembered her as a member of the Madeleine family. But, when her amethyst eyes cooled down, goosebumps appeared on the back of her neck. At the same time, a dry voice fell.

"How can I forget the person who insulted the Duke of Madeleine?"

"Well, when will I!"

Countess Charmin's face turned pale.

"How can you treat the daughter of the dancer who killed your mother like your own sister?"

When Ethella saw the Young Lady stuttering in embarrassment, the words that were stuck in her mind automatically replayed. The scenes of that day that she had replayed in her head hundreds of times always ended with the Princess's words.

"The reason the Princess'smother died."

"..."

"It's because of that green-eyed girl."

The daughter of Count Shamin hurriedly ran to Ethella's side. Her perfectly painted lips trembled. The same was true for the other ladies. Ethella Madeleine, the legitimate daughter of a Duke in name and reality, referred to Olivia, the illegitimate daughter as 'sister'. She was nothing like she had been in the past, when Olivia was alone, without the protection of the Duke, and without the protection of Conrad and Jade.

What is this?

The Ladies were momentarily confused. However, Ethella did not protect the daughter of Count Charmin, who was shaking, nor did she give a kind answer to the Lady. She was Ethella. She wondered for a moment if she had looked like that last time.

However, her memories of that time were difficult to recall, as if darkness had fallen. Suddenly, she wondered what her older sister was like.

Ethella's breath caught in her throat as she thought of dozens of eyes looking at her with hostility and mockery in the spacious garden of the Princess's palace. Ethella, who had bowed her head for a moment, suddenly wrapped her arms affectionately around the shoulders of the Lady of Count Charmin.

"...!"

"As you know,"

A voice as sweet as honey was directed to the Princess behind Count Shamin's daughter.

"Madeleine is quick to calculate."

Be thorough in repaying the favor, and be more specific in your revenge.

While everyone was remembering the iron rules of the Madeleine duchy, Ethella smiled brightly.

"Shall we stop talking about the past and return to the original purpose of the Tea Party? I heard there was a really unique and pretty flower decoration at the last tea party. It is said that Her Royal Highness made it 'herself."