Apparently, Her Highness Princess wants to keep her relationship with me a secret (what does she even mean by 'her relationship with me'?) - 2-11

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Number Nine (Princess Emma’s Perspective)

Emma Satie Roman was one of the most beloved figures even among the royal family.

Her appearance and manners were so refined, as if embodying the ideal image of royalty. She was fully aware of the affection she received from a wide range of citizens. However, there was one decisive thing she lacked—magical quirk.

The truth of her lack of magical talent reduced her status to less than that of an ordinary person.

No matter how brightly the small, ornate crown on her head gleamed, once it was known that she possessed no magical quirk, her brilliance would instantly fade, and become monochrome.

“—That Roman king! To think he’d match my son with a princess who lacks magical quirk! That man tricked me!”

In a special Mimosa room, a large man, red-faced from alcohol, groaned loudly.

“Blending royal magical blood into our lineage was my greatest long-cherished-wish! Yet that man! As if I would ever accept a daughter-in-law without any magical quirk at that?!”

—The worst of even the worst…

This cruelty was beyond belief. It was even unthinkable.

This is not how you treat people. To think there wasn’t even one at that. During the previous meeting with her fiancé, Emma had confided her misfortune to him. And this was the result.—There had been signs, too, throughout her time at Westminster, the fact that her fiancé had not ever once visited her already proves the point.

If it became known that Emma Satie Roman lacked magical quirk, the country’s prestige would waver.

That was why Emma avoided appearing in public as much as possible—living quietly and discreetly. That had been the foundation of her way of life.

She was shackled. It wasn’t difficult to imagine what they intended to do to her.

When she arrived at Mimosa, it was not her fiancé who awaited her.

Instead, she was met by her fiancé’s father and his subordinates. They threw a cloth over her head. The fate they had in store for her was way too clear.

“Princess Emma was caught in an unfortunate accident—Gilti, have you prepared all the necessary preparations perfectly?”

The drunken man with a drunken red face barked orders at his subordinates. Among them stood a man with a red eyepatch—seemingly the leader, taking direct commands from the fiancé’s father.

“We’ll pin the blame on Silk.”

“…Silk, huh? Even its existence is questionable, but perfect for time like this. It may well be a fabricated or made up group—conveniently put into existence precisely because of such times.”

Several empty wine bottles cluttered on top of the table.

Emma Satie Roman continued to curse her misfortune continuously.

However, she was an eccentric who referred to herself as the Iron Princess—a woman whose heart would not waver over a mere misfortune such as this.