Formerly, The Fallen Daughter of the Duke

Chapter 17



17. Wave Lunchtime

At the end of the second comma lecture, it was lunchtime.

Claire, who decided to have lunch with Lydia, heads to the cafeteria.

“They’re going to post the results of the class division test in the afternoon, so you better get back early”

Lydia says in a unique, laid back tone.

When Claire nodded and tried to answer, she heard a tall voice.

“What the hell is this?!? Whose instructions did you do this to!!

When I look in the direction of my voice, a pretty lady is scolding my friends with tight words that don’t suit their poor appearance.

Claire looked familiar in this landscape.

In schools attended by noble children, the class of parents and the relationship between parents tend to be reflected as such in their position at school.

Perhaps her father, who is yelling out of those foursome, is the most high-ranking family member.

Typically, it is implicitly decided that such trouble will be embarrassed by a leading aristocratic lady.

But when I looked around and saw that no one was going to stop me, it was easy for Claire to imagine that the young lady’s father was quite capable.

“It’s Nicolas. Although the Royal School is in its second year, she is the king’s niece and the daughter at the end of the Duke’s house. No one in the general audience can stop you.”

Lydia whispered.

……

At the Royal College of Aristocracy in the State of Noston, Claire, a courtier of the Duke of Martino and recognized fiancée of the First Prince, has repeatedly taken such a place.

But that’s not how I’m going here.

Perhaps I felt sorry for the young lady who was attacked with so many small mistakes that she still looked like a crying blue-white.

On Miss Nicola’s too sword screen, the hallway, which was deliberately busy with students heading to the cafeteria, quieted back to Sin……

“I told you to arrange lunch today, keep it right! What do you mean cafeteria because you can’t have lunch in the garden!!

“… eh”

Claire had an unexpected voice.

Nicolas, hearing his voice, turns around.

His face is bright red, and he’s still angry about to explode.

“I just said, who is it!! Get your name out now!!

(The reason is so crappy, I accidentally got a voice)

Claire reflected heartily on her untimely demise.

(I can’t help it if this happens)

And breathe heavily and say.

“It’s me, Master Nicolas. My name is Claire Marx. I was so angry that I was worried that your young lady might have struck a neighboring country with attack magic. But so far, it doesn’t seem like it’s going to be a war, and there’s a howling word.”

Claire smiled at the finest with the glamour and beauty of the Noston Nation.

Students watching far away begin to bother with the imbalance between Claire’s beauty and the thorny language.

“Are you…”

The moment even Nicolas, who had a bright red face, was taken aback,

“What happened?”

From the top of my head, I heard a voice I could hear.

(… vik)

It was Veek who appeared softly from behind Claire.

Claire, who had decided to separate public from private, bowed politely toward Vique. Lydia also follows Claire to a beautiful rendezvous.

“Brother Veek! I was going to invite you to lunch today.”

Nicola speaks to Vik in a tall voice.

“Just in preparation for lunch, can we have such a crowd”

Vik returns cold.

“It’s not, brother. That woman…”

“I don’t want to hear any excuses. And this Claire is a dear friend of mine. I won’t tolerate insults.”

The stirring in the hallway gets even bigger.

Most importantly, Claire was the one who insulted me from the content of the conversation, but now that wasn’t an issue.

(Oh, my God, Veek)

Claire went bad in her heart.

“… ah”

Whether Claire’s feelings were conveyed, or whether she understood the situation, I feel like Vik is gone, too.

“Let’s go.”

“Ha.”

With an eye-opener that also seemed like an apology to Claire, Vike went straight when he spoke to the neighbors.

Claire wanted to hide that she had been admitted to the Royal School at the behest of the First Prince of the Paft Country in order to lead a peaceful school life, but before even having lunchtime for her first day at school, it became known that “His Highness’s dear friend”.

(But I’m sorry about that…)

As Claire reflected on her unminded words and actions, she was just about to fit the purple light that Lydia floated in her palm into her body.

“Oh? What the hell did Master Lydia…”

“I’m good at magic. If Nicolas seemed to pack up about Claire, I thought I’d just seal that pretty mouth during lunchtime.”

Lydia replied nico.

(Dear Lydia… I see why you are able to establish your status by yourself)

With surprise, Claire was purely moved by Lydia’s strong heart and ability to use witchcraft.


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