She Was Sent by God

Since there were ten people, the disturbance grew and grew.

Eventually, the situation ended only when all the family knights and servants were mobilized due to the shortage of soldiers.

Even after the merchants left and the doors were closed, the nobles’ complaints did not decrease.

Rather, it is bigger than before.

“I’m so sorry for making you see something unpleasant.
Now, forget about what just happened and enjoy the banquet again.”

Marquis Kiske said, trying hard to smile.

“I think I should go to my father.”

Erica politely bowed to the duchess and disappeared.

Milan went down to the podium as if running away.

The marquis tried hard to lighten the mood, but in fact, the banquet ended with that.

The Marchioness collapsed on a chair after seeing what happened.

“Hmm.
Shall we go now?”

“Let’s do that.”

The nobles gathered at the banquet hall crept away.

Agnes, who was seated properly, took Laslo’s hand and left the banquet hall.

“Are you okay?”

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“Huh? What?”

He said, helping Agnes get on the carriage.

“It was a banquet you wanted to come to, but it ended badly.”

“I liked it so much.”

“Hmm?”

The servant closed the carriage door.
Laslo sat across from her.

“It was very exciting and fun.”

“Was it fun?”

Laslo has a strange face.

“Okay.
It’s a good thing we came here.”

Agnes smiled satisfactorily.
It’s a good thing I came.

She muttered the words to herself once again.

She wasn’t expecting anything when she handed Erica the information about Sir Milan.

I never imagined she’d do something like this.

Now it was obvious what reputation Milan Kiske would have among the nobles.

Marquis Kiske will also think twice on setting him as his successor.

‘That’s what Erica wants.’

Maybe she will be the youngest female marquis.

I wasn’t very sure while helping her, but now I realized that choosing Erica was the right decision.

“You must have really liked it.”

Laslo said, looking at Agnes’ face.

“I really like it.”

Agnes smiled.

“By the way, Duke.
You’re not going to tell me what you talked about with the king when you went to the palace?”

“I’ve already said that.
It was just useless chatter.”

“The Duke went to the palace instead of me, and Sebastian chatted uselessly?”

He’s not like that at all.
Agnes looked at him with suspicious eyes.

“I don’t believe you, there’s no way.”

On the other hand, Laslo acted as if nothing happened.

No matter how much Agnes questioned, he remained silent.

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After he went to the palace, the king was too quiet.

They sent medicinal herbs because of her excuse that she was sick, and said that they would see each other when she’s healed.

“Suspicious.”

Obviously, he made a deal with Sebastian, but his mouth was shut.

“Can I tell the butler to get ready to go back to the territory?”

“Of course.
By the way, there’s going to be a guest tomorrow.”

“Guest?”

Laslo asked, blinking his eyes.
Agnes laughed instead of answering.

* * *

“My princess.
How have you been?”

The old man smiled kindly and did not take his eyes off Agnes.

“I’m always at peace.”

“You look much brighter than before leaving the palace.”

“It’s all thanks to the Duke.”

Agnes smiled and looked at Laslo sitting next to her.

Then the old man’s face on the opposite side became scary.

“Hmm…”

“I’m still lacking, but Agnes……….”

“I’m glad you know you’re lacking.
Duke of Arpad.”

He replied coldly.

Laslo opened his mouth to say something but he closed it silently.

“…I am trying to make her stay comfortable.
Marquis Songrad.”

“Isn’t that obvious? She is a princess.”

Marquis Songrad opened his eyes wide and shouted.

“She grew up eating only the best and most precious things in the palace.
Do you know how I raised the princess?”

“Oh, of course, I know that the marquis’ hard work is deep.”

“You know that? But how can you neglect our princess like this?”

“What do you mean?”

“This outfit that the princess is wearing is definitely custom-made for her birthday two years ago.
But why is the princess still wearing this?”

“Grandfather.”

Agnes held the marquis’ wrinkled hands with a soft face.