Vellian, accepting Astelleâs apology, pulled out his handkerchief and wiped the damp clothes off.
ââ¦â¦no, itâs fine.â
He said so, but Vellian looked at Astelle with suspicious eyes.
Astelle avoided his gaze.
âI have to go back to the main palace and change clothes. Excuse me for a moment,â Vellian said so and went out of the room.
Hannah was busy picking up pieces of broken teapots and wiping away the spilled tea from the chair and floor.
Outside the window, the sun was still shining warmly.
Astelle suggested taking a look at the garden.
âThe weather is really nice today. Shall we go out for a while until Sir Vellian comes back? There is an exhibition room in the nearby garden, if itâs okay, I would like to go see it.â
The word âexhibition roomâ seemed to surprise the Marchioness.
Florin naively agreed.
âThatâs a good idea. I saw it on the way here.â
The two looked back at Kaizen and waited for permission.
Kaizen, who was sitting there with a blank expression, also agreed to go to the exhibition room.
âYeah, fine.â
To get from the tea room to the exhibition room, you had to walk along the garden path.
In the afternoon, the garden was full of warm sunlight.
A view of the garden was seen in the warm sunlight. Among the colorful flowers, the leaves of grass added a fresh scent of grass.
The exhibition room was clean and neatly organized.
âItâs a wonderful place. I didnât know this place existed.â
Astelle came out to the terrace next to the pavilion.
It was a small but beautiful terrace.
White marble columns supported the roof and in front was a small staircase leading to the garden.
As if waiting, Florin followed Astelle to the terrace.
âLady Astelle, uhmâ¦â¦my mother wanted to apologize for the last time.â
Florin blinked at her mother.
The Marchioness rubbed her mouth and reluctantly apologized, âWell, I was too excited back then.â
The Marchioness still did not hide her dislike for Astelle.
âSheâs a person who canât hide her feelings,â Astelle thought.
Or did she think there was nothing to hide?
Astelle nodded her head slightly as if she understood everything.
âFine. Itâs about your daughter, so you can get excited and lose your mind sometimes.â
The Marchioness was about to be furious at the ridicule mixed with words.
But Florin stopped her mother from moving forward and set her mood right.
âThank you for your understanding, Lady Astelle. You are very generous.â
Astelle glanced towards the exhibition room.
Kaizen, who remained in the exhibition hall, was still listening and ready to immediately follow the conversation.
âYou canât do that.â
It was a moment that could not be disturbed.
Astelle quietly closed the glass door on the terrace.
âLady Florin did not resemble her mother.â
âYes, everyone says I look like my father.â
âIsnât Marquis of Croychen is the Minister of State?â
At that, the Marchioness who was standing there answered with a confident smile, âMy husband is very proud to be the first of the Croychens to step out as a minister. He has repeatedly said that a noble should be forever loyal to His Majesty the Emperor who entrusted him with a heavy-duty.â
It was an innocent voice full of pride, but the meaning contained in it was never naive.
The Reston family became ministers and prime ministers for generations.
But now Astelleâs father, the Duke of Reston, was overthrown while fighting the emperor.
With a triumphant countenance, The Marchioness scoffed at the Reston, who was disloyal to the emperor.
Astelle picked up the teacup as she listened to the Marchionessâs words.
And she accepted her words with a gentle smile. As if she really admired it.
âThe Croychen family is a new family, but I have heard that they are a loyal and noble family. After a long time devoted to territorial affairs, they suddenly took on such an important task, so you should be proud of it.â
It sounds like a compliment from beginning to end, but the truth is, the Croychen family is a low-ranking noble who lived only in the countryside.
It was sarcasm to say that she suddenly rose to a high position and became arrogant.
âI beg your pardon?â
The Marchioness shouted sharply.
âWhy? I was just praising the Croychen family who is loyal to His Majesty the Emperor.â
Astelleâs gentle smile distorted the face of the Marchioness.
âDonât pretend to be interested in His Majesty. How much do you think that interest will go to his ex-wife, whom he has divorced? If you gossip about the fact that you are in a favorable situation now, you will be seriously injured.â
âMother!â
âThatâs a good thing. I will engrave those words in my heart. I think the Marchioness will always have such a humble attitude.â
Isnât it the same for you that youâre proud of your family now?
It was such a sarcastic joke.
âThisâ¦â¦!â
ââ¦â¦â
Astelle observed Florin quietly.
She really looked like a doll made of sugar candy.
She was a girl who looked sweet, fragile, and soft from her head to toes.
But Astelle was feeling that this little girl wasnât as cute and naive as she seemed.
âIf itâs all right, shall we all go back to the room now?â
Right. Thatâs the point.
This cute little girl smiles softly even though her mother has just been insulted and left out in anger, and now she asked to go back to the tea room as if nothing happened.
Even though Astelle just insulted her family outright.
She could tell just by looking at her.
That this lady was by no means an ordinary girl.
âLady Florin, are you okay?â
âSorry?â
Florin blinked.
Black eyelashes fluttered over the pale purple shimmering purple eyes.
They are like marbled eyes embedded in a ceramic doll.
âI had a doll like her when I was young.â
It was a pretty doll wearing a pink dress with layers of lace.
The eyes of the beaded dolls were large and moving. Each time the doll moved, the long eyelashes attached to her eyelids fluttered.
Astelle recalled the doll and said, âBecause of me, Lady Florinâs older sister, Lady Marianne is in prison.â
âThat was my sisterâs own fault,â Florin answered with a gentle smile like a cute porcelain doll.
âIt seemed that my older sister didnât like the fact that His Majesty showed his concern for you. It was because she had always liked His Majesty, so please understand, Lady Astelle.â
âI thought it was Florin rather than Marianne who should feel uncomfortable with Kaizenâs favor to me.â
Sheâs not yet officially engaged to Kaizen, but sheâs the most likely candidate for the empress.
Florin rolled her eyes.
âDo you think that you will become the empress again, Lady Astelle?â
âI donât think so.â
It was so ridiculous that it made Astelle bewildered.
âI donât want to be the empress. Neither can I.â
It has already been 6 years since she divorced.
Now the Restons were not as powerful as they used to be.
You never know when your power will be destroyed, let alone disappear.
It was impossible for Astelle to become the empress again.
âI see.â
Florin smiled and agreed.
âIf Lady Astelle has no intention of becoming the empress, and you cannot become the Empress, then there is absolutely no need for you to be hostile to me. Isnât it?â
Florin innocently continued, âI rather like it that way. Unlike other young girls who could become my rivals, Lady Astelle was different.â
âIn short, you are saying that you are comfortable because I have no chance of becoming the empress.â
âOf course. There is no other person I am more comfortable with than you. Lady Astelle has also experienced it, so you will understand, right?â
Astelle said with a slight smile, âCertainly, you are different from your older sister, Lady Florin. Somehow, Sir Vellian praised you a lot. You are a really nice lady.â
âThank you!â
âLady Florin doesnât have to be this vigilant anymore if you were really thankful.â
As Astelle pointed it out quietly, the smile disappeared from her doll-like face for a moment.
âThis must be what this girl is like.â
Astelle guessed that this girlâs original personality would be very cold and cruel.
Florinâs eyes narrowed slightly.
âLady Astelle doesnât want to be the Empress, and you canât be, butâ¦â¦there are always unforeseen circumstances in the world.â
Florin spoke to her in a low voice, âIf it was six years ago, who would have guessed that I could become the future empress? It was something I couldnât even imagine.â
âI can see why every time I see this lady, I always think of a pretty doll.â
There was no emotion in Florinâs pretty purple eyes. She has doll eyes that show no emotion or sincerity.