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n“Maybe she is alone in the Duchy’s tent.”

nAt the words of the other Madam, Gabriella felt a little guilty in her heart.

n“Above all, we must take care of the Princess of Liz. She might have been left alone in a house full of men.”

nThe Emperor said so too, he left with concern about the Princess of Liz.

nEven though it was just a means to keep me safe.

nIn any case, the young Princess was innocent, and she was a guest of the Imperial family.

n“No worries.”

nGabriella stood up from her seat.

n“Because I’m going to see the Princess.”

n“You’re so kind.”

n“As expected, the Princess is very attentive.”

nGabriella’s conscience was somewhat pricked at the compliments they gave her.

nShe should have actually found the Princess a little sooner.

nWhen she left the tent where the nobles were gathered, she saw the Duchy’s tent, in the far distance alone.

nJudging by the fact that there were also knights guarding the area, Rieta seemed to be there.

nThe other guests who went to visit . . . don’t seem to be there.

nIt seems she really was alone.

nShe doesn’t know if she’s just sitting in the tent by herself or not.

nWhen Gabriella arrived near the tent, the Duchy’s knights bowed down.

n“What about the Princess?”

nThe moment she asked . . .

nA short scream was heard from inside the tent.

n“Ack!”

nScreaming? During a hunting competition that should be peaceful?

nStartled, Gabriella ran into the tent faster than the knights.

n“Princess!”

nAs she hurriedly called, she looked around and saw Rieta almost crying and Darrel smiling.

nIt seemed that the scream was from Rieta, but Gabriella could easily figure out the cause.

n“Oh my God!”

nThe Princess approached the two of them, and she pulled out the needle that had been stuck in Darrel’s finger.

nIt was so deep that red blood flowed out from the small wound.

nAfter the Princess put the needle back in a safe place, she started yelling at Darrel.

n“Brother, are you crazy? What the hell were you showing the Princess?”

nThere was nothing nice about showing a child how to poke needles through their body.

n“Ah.”

nBut Darrel didn’t seem to care, just wiping his wounded hand with a handkerchief and smiling.

n“I was teaching the Princess embroidery.”

nEmbroidery?

nWhat kind of embroidery had to do with sticking a needle through the finger?

n“Umm, it’s been a while.”

nAs he said that, she saw that his hand was already full of needle puncture wounds.

n“I can’t believe it, really!”

nThe Princess yelled, then asked the maid that was attending her for a treatment box.

n“Oh, it’s okay if you don’t treat it. I cut my hands quite often.”

n“Stay still.”

nWas it because of the commanding words?

nEven as Gabriella forced him to hold out his hand, Darrel did not react.

nSoon, disinfectant dripped onto his wounds.

n“A wound from metal, no matter how small, is not negligible. And that’s . . .”

n“Isn’t that what my mother told you? It must have been before Noel was born.”

n“Will anyone who remembers it leave the wound?”

nInstead of answering, Darrel only looked away awkwardly.

nBut soon, Gabriella’s strict eyes bore into him.

nHe mumbled a “I’m sorry” and bowed his head deeply.

n“Good.”

nThe Princess now turned to Rieta.

n“Is the Princess hurt?”

nShe was only asking a natural question, but Rieta was staring at Gabriella with a look of surprise.

n“. . . Princess?”

nWhen she called again anxiously, Rieta was startled, and she quickly put her hands in front of her.

n“Me, okay!”

nSlightly strange words in the Imperial language were heard.

nSince the Princess of Liz was a foreigner, of course. But maybe she was surprised.

nIn a crawling voice, covering her mouth with both her hands, she corrected it and said ‘I’m fine.’.

n“Then I’m glad.”

nThe Princess smiled at Rieta, who was constantly at a loss for what to do, and looked back at Darrel.

n“Darrel, why are you here?”

n“This is the Duchy’s tent.”

n“No, not that!”

nGabriella frowned slightly.

nMaybe she was a little bit jealous.

nBecause she and Darrel were very different.

nTheir gender and status was simply different, and the freedoms allowed were clearly different.

nStill, when he was very young . . .

nHe was the friend in the most similar situation.

n“You could go hunting!”

n“I promised the Princess today to teach her embroidery.”

n“With what skill?”

n“It just so happened that it was so bad I felt weird. Hmm, apparently I did pretty well when I was younger . . .”

nThe two children learned to embroider together from the Duchess.

nThe Princess wasn’t good at embroidery, so she would use practice cloths every time.

nDarrel, on the other hand, was soon skilled enough able to make a pretty engraving of his name.

nEmbroidery was not the only thing he excelled at over the Princess.

nNo matter what he learned, he would always quickly get the hang of it and show off his skills.

nIt didn’t take long for him to be dubbed bright.

nOf course, recently, it seems that he has become more famous with the phrase kind to everyone rather than that word.

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