I Became The Childhood Friend of the Obsessive Second Male Lead

ong time had passed.

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“Princess Rieta?”

Rieta was startled by Darrel’s voice and turned around.

“Oh, I’m sorry.
It’s a little awkward.”

Rieta was fiddling with the hem of her loosely draped dress.

“It looks good on you.
Come here for a moment.”

When she grabbed Darrel’s politely extended hand, she naturally came out to the middle of the parlor.

“Um, is there anything uncomfortable? If so, tell me.
I’ll have it fixed by next week.”

“I think it’s okay .
.
.”

Rieta looked down at the rustling hem, swaying back and forth.

“Good.
Then the dress for the Princess’s fifteenth birthday will look like this.
Do you like it?”

“I like it.
I’m a little worried that it’s too conspicuous.”

“I don’t think we need to worry too much about that.”

Darrel looked down at the girl who had grown up to his chest and smiled.

Rieta stood out no matter what she wore anyway.

Due to a special status that was different from other nobles, and even if she said she wasn’t .
.
.

“The Princess is very cute.”

He used to refer to Rieta as ‘cute’, but perhaps only a few people in high society continued to describe her that way.

“The Princess of Liz is beautiful.”

Those who have seen Rieta at least once in person would say so.

Where Rieta couldn’t hear, of course.

It was because Rieta’s beauty was sometimes considered something to mock by the capital nobles.

[It is a wonderful result of King Liz’ greed.]

Words like that.

“But, Darrel, I’m turning fifteen, and I think it’s kind of weird to hear that I’m cute.”

“It’s okay.
It’s my and Noel’s duty to call the Princess cute.”

Darrell nodded slightly to the jeweler Marion, who was standing in the distance.

The savvy merchant quickly approached and handed him the tiara.

It was meticulously crafted.

“No way, is it mine?”

“Yes, it is the Princess’s privilege to be able to wear a tiara.”

“There are too many privileges in this mansion.”

“Well, it’s the Duchy, right?”

Darrel let out a low laugh and fixed the tiara over Rieta’s head.

“I wondered what it would be like not to raise her hair.
It’s okay.
right?”

He asked the jeweler who was with him for consent, and, of course, the merchant nodded willingly.

“That is my present, Princess.
Happy fifteenth birthday in advance.”

He bowed politely.

Rieta expressed gratitude worthy of the Princess of a country.

“Thank you, Darrel.”

After saying that, she looked again at the large mirror that was set in the distance.

Rieta Liz, who was about to turn fifteen, stood there.

It feels like it’s only been a while since I came to the Duchy.

It was hard to believe that it had already been five years.