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n“I couldn’t believe you could even write my name, princess.”

nAs Noel seemed to be teasing her, Rieta unwaveringly wrote “Noel Mayer” on a corner of her paper.

n“You wrote it nicely.”

n“I always good.”

nRieta replied, puffing up a little. She might not have had much else, but she could boast of her beautiful handwriting.

n“And this is how to write ‘Noel Mayer’ in kingdom language.”

n“Why is it longer?”

n“Well, maybe it’s because I’m stretching the ‘l.’”

nShe pronounced Noel’s name in the language of the kingdom.

nThis time again, he laughed.

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n“It’s flat!”

nHowever, she excitedly practiced her handwriting, thinking it was fun to translate names.

nAfter their impromptu snack break, they marched to the garden.

nOf course, everything was included in Rieta’s test.

nThey had struggled for quite a while because the sticky notes just wouldn’t stick to the “fountain.” Feeling it was wrong to attach something to a “bird’s nest,” they just stuck it next to the “tree.” Rieta also drew a small picture on “bird’s nest” to prevent confusion of it and the tree.

nNoel took away the pen and drew it again, because the one she made was terrible. However, his own was not any better..

nRieta smiled and laughed wildly at him.

nAfterwards, they visited the stable and the guard posts used by the Duke’s soldiers.

nBy the end, every corner of the place was filled with notes left by the two.

nThe Duke’s people were all in favor of the two children going around and giving them name tags.

nThey were absorbed in their work until sunset.

nThey enjoyed it enough to forget that they were hungry.

nThen suddenly-

n“Huh.”

nOne of the soldiers working at the guard post heard a wondering voice.

n“Isn’t it a little too strong…”

nWhen the children took off the paper attached to the window, the remaining white adhesive marks remained the same.

n“Oh my God! you must be careful, Princess,Young Master. It’s going to terrible if you put it on something precious.”

n“……a precious thing?”

nWhen Rieta asked again, the soldier smiled and kindly informed.

n“Yes, precious things. Like the Duke’s vase or his portrait.”

nRieta, of course, knew very well what the words, ‘vase’ and ‘portraits’, meant.

nShe could write them down even if he had told her to do it without looking.

nNoel was the authority on effective studying methods.

n“Oh…”

nNoel and Rieta faced each other for a moment.

nAnd then, they sprang all the way to the house without saying anything else.

nThe soldiers who watched them laughed happily and admired, ‘Those two are very healthy.’

nThe two went straight up to the second floor of the mansion.

nThere, they held their breath and snuck up.

n“This is a big problem.”

nThey could hear the old butler’s concerned voice from far down the hallway.

n“Does it leave marks too?”

n“Yes, it’s been stuck with the best glue for a long time.”

n“Oh my God, where are Noel and the Princess?”

n“Shall we find them?”

n“No, I’ll go by myself.”

nThe Duke’s voice was so cold, that Rieta and Noel trembled unconsciously.

nOf course, the two knew, ‘If you are a good child, you should go right now and admit your faults.’

nHowever, the Duke’s voice was so scary that they didn’t have the courage to tell the truth right away.

nThey were even more scared when they recalled how much they had been scolded after the ‘Sugar Hand-Dipping Incident’.

nTherefore, the two of them slowly retreated unconsciously.

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nTheir pace grew faster and faster and soon, they were hurrying into the study.

nAfter crawling up to the corner of the window frame, they covered their bodies with the red curtains.

n“Ah what do I do?! Wow, princess why did you have to put the vase and the portrait on the test?!”

n“This is what Noel wanted to do in the first place!”

nThey continuously blamed each other,while knowing it would be pointless.

nThe Duke was a fair man, so both of them would be in trouble. And they’d probably get punished.

n“We’re screwed. We’re going to have the worst weekend.”

nNoel tore the note that said, “Great gentleman and genius” from his clothes with a frustrated face.

nThe white paper mark was left on his clothes.

nIt was awful to think that this would also remain on that portrait —on grandfather’s nose and on the first Emperor’s forehead.

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