Chapter 9.2

« ….You! You shouldn’t talk like that! »

Philomel had heard everything. Logan already saw himself as the future emperor. The little princess was confused by the behavior of the three people who already saw themselves on top. It was dangerous for her to antagonize them by considering the future. They would be the first to show their fangs if it was discovered that she was not the real princess, moreover they were already ready to take the authority of the princess immediately, if they could. Perhaps it would be wise to let what had just happened go.

‘But…….’

How could an heir to the throne leave such insults? It seemed to her that she had to put them in their place to some extent.

‘ If the Emperor heard about this, he might be disappointed in her again.’

Above all, she didn’t want to live that way. She was a princess, until she had to leave the position to Ellencia. Philomel opened her mouth after making up her mind.

« Wait. Before the three of you leave, say hello. »

Sylvia turned to Philomel with a confused expression on her face and looked at her.

« If that’s a greeting, I said it earlier. »

« Madam Marquis of Elos, you were greeted when you were a member of the imperial family, were you not? »

« That, that is… »

« And why have you been talking to me informally for the last while? Speak up. »

An exclamation came from the Marquis’ wife’s mouth. But there was nothing to say. Right.

« All right, I’ll do as you wish. Sylvia Elos greets his imperial highness Philomel. Is that enough? »

Philomel said, detaching each word, to Sylvia who had bowed quickly before straightening up.

« Get down. »

« What, what? »

« Bow down. Isn’t that the proper way to greet the heir to the throne? »

Actually, unless you were a commoner or a low-ranking nobleman, it was rare to give a strict greeting. Sylvia’s face turned red with shame. She must have been furious. Even if she had become a marquess after her marriage, as she had been a princess before, she should have been treated as the highest of ladies. Moreover, she was said to dominate high society as her own since the empress’s place was vacant. But the anger broke out elsewhere.

« My brother is going to be the emperor! You are not the successor! » shouted Liam a thousand times as if he was trying to replace his mother. It was at that moment.

« What’s all this fuss? »

The emperor had just appeared. The faces of Mr. Elos and Logan turned pale. Liam, who was still young, did not realize how dangerous what he had just said was.  A member of the imperial family would become the emperor, not the emperor’s children. This was a remark that could be considered high treason.

‘Maybe he had heard Liam!’

Philomel quickly approached the Emperor and asked:

« Your Majesty! Liam Elos has said that his brother will be the next emperor. Is this true? Can Logan Elos be the next emperor before me, the first princess of the empire? »

Marquise Elos exclaimed hurriedly

« Your Majesty, no! My son never said such a thing! »

« ………… »

The emperor remained silent.

Logan joined in, thinking that the emperor would not abandon them.

He said, « That’s right. Her imperial highness misheard. »

The emperor said.

« ………So the princess is lying? »

The Marquis’ wife grinned.

« I don’t want to go that far, but yes. Children often lie to get attention, don’t they. Don’t scold the princess too much. It’s just a trivial lie. »

The Marquise and Logan were working together to make Philomel a liar. A reliable successor would have to use logic to refute these lying words, but words did not immediately come to her in the face of this unexpected situation. It was in these moments that Philomel realized that she was a weak child.

« Oh, no, I really heard that, your majesty! » exclaimed Philomel with teary eyes.