The troublemaker daughter of the grand duke wants to live alone

flies, and the fruits seemed to be rotting.

Even people’s clothes were different from the people I saw earlier.
Looking at the scenery, I suddenly remembered the Brandon Orphanage where I lived.
The empty eyes of the children who lost hope.

As I looked at the street with a startled look on my face, the smiley kid next to me bowed down and asked me in the shape of a mouth, “Are you okay?”

Her eyes are so red that I wonder if the color of the undead ruby Mary wanted to have, is like that.
And he has bluish silver hair.

Wait, this is a description I’ve seen somewhere……?

Looking at the silver-haired smiley kid looking at me with a worried look, I could easily recall where I saw this description of appearance.

And at the same time, I was so surprised that my eyes, which were already wide open, expanded even more.

This pretty, crazy person in front of me…….

Demimore Arstans……!

If I remember correctly, he is the second prince of the Britina Empire and the male lead of ‘Lady of the District’.

Demimore, the male protagonist in my memory, was a wandering character who could not do anything about the shadow of his heart.
In order to survive in the palace full of people who are trying to kill him, he pretends to be a bright child who doesn’t know anything, but he has a dark side.
And eventually he will be falling in love with Astina, the only one who will recognize and heal the shadow in his heart.
They eventually defeat the first prince, who was their enemy, and leave the Britina Empire to travel freely.

They will go abroad together while I will be banished in Nicor. 

By the way, is he really Demimore? Demimore is the only one in the novel with that appearance.
No matter how much I think about it, Demimore wouldn’t be that bright without any shadow.

Wait, I see.

Demimore Arstans, who is the same age as me, is only nine years old now.

Next year, Demimore will lose her concubine mother at the age of 10.
It’s very cruel, too.

So, what I’m seeing right now is Demimore before the pain.
Originally, he had a bright personality without a single shadow.
Astina met Demimore after that, so I didn’t know what Demimore was like before he lost his mother because there was no detailed description in the book.

When I realized that the beautiful silver-haired boy who I thought was a crazy person was Demimore Arstans, I felt sorry for him and was about to cry.

But I don’t easily shed tears.

The first thing that matters is how to get out of here.

And soon they stopped in front of a walled building.
They entered somewhere, lifting up a crude cloth that could not be called a door.

Maybe the hideout they were talking about was here.

When I entered the place, the smell of fishy dirt pierced my nose.
The eldest of the three little pigs would not build a house like this.

Still, it was a hideout.
Whether it is a sofa or a table, it is very shabby, but it has its own characteristics.

“Carol! Where did you go again?”

“Oh, you’re here?”

As the weasel slumped on the sofa and shouted nervously, a dark-brown-haired woman popped out of what seemed to be the kitchen.
She was not a great beauty, but she seemed to give a good impression that would appeal to anyone.

“These kids……?”

“You don’t need to know, do you? Go and get us a meal!”

“Should I bring them, too?”

“Have you seen anyone feeding their hostages? Just bring ours!”

The woman called Carol looked at us with pitiful eyes and went back into the place she had come out earlier.

Why did he call her if he were going to do that?

It’s a little hard to tell her age, but why is she working here? She looks about 18, 19 at best? Did she get kidnapped, too?

It was very unfortunate that she didn’t receive proper treatment.

“Why are you so late?”

Carol, who was bringing food out on the plate, was very surprised by the weasel’s snapping cry, so she dropped what she had in her hand.

The weasel got angry at it and kicked Carol in the shin.

“This stupid thing doesn’t do anything right!”

I can’t believe you hit a woman.

Looking at it, anger rose from the depths of my body.
It’s because you’re being noisy when she’s taking the food out. 

I clenched my fist before I knew it.
I could feel my nails digging into my palm.
A strange but friendly warmth penetrated through the gap of the dull pain.

I turned my head and looked around, and Demimore was holding my hand and smiling as if not to worry.