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Your Regrets Are Late

Your Regrets Are Late SC11-20

Special Chapter 11

“…. Baron is very nice, but sometimes you crosse the line. What you have to say and… Can’t you tell the difference between what you shouldn’t say?”

“I-I’m sorry….”

“To the eldest daughter of Her Majesty the Empress, you dare.”

Baron Rustel flinched at Luensir’s warning.

It was because he felt the sudden inferiority complex. He looked as if he was looking at Charelize.

‘Wait. What’s wrong with a six-year-old….’

He calmed down his surprise thinking about the age of Prince Luensir.

“It’s almost time. You should leave now.”

“…May blessings be upon the shining stars of the Elioter Empire.”

But the cramps on the corners of the mouth couldn’t help it. It didn’t move according to his will.

Baron Rustell lowered his face to hide it.

Even so, Prince Luensir didn’t look like a child at all.

Usually, when he gave child a compliment, they would be flattered and delighted.

Rather, Princess Charteron, who was supposed to be angry, yawned and didn’t care.

Baron Rustell, who managed to grasp the trembling hand of Prince Luensir, quickly disappeared.

Charteron, who confirmed that his presence had completely disappeared, gave a shout out.

“What am I supposed to do about boredom? He spends half of the class bragging about himself.”

“We can’t help it because he’s proud of his second-class graduation. The head of the class is more likely to be taken by commoners. Don’t listen too carefully.”

Luensir patted Charteron’s head and soothed her.

“He is a rare talent who graduated second-class from the Faculty of History at the Eralpier Academy, blah blah blah…. I’ve known it since the first time he said hello.”

Charteron imitated Baron Rustell’s expression and tone, sticking her tongue out in the direction he left.”

“I think I might ask to change him with a commoner who said he was the head of the class.”

“Is that possible only if the commoner was given a single title or Baron title by Your Majesty?”

“….I know.”

Charteron frowned and climbed onto her desk.

“Charon, it’s dangerous.”

“Ah, it’s not unprecedented at all.”

“Get down for now.”

Luensir reached out to stop Charteron.

Charteron, who tried to hold Luensir’s hand, suddenly jumped.

“Charon!”

“The Baron Tiles who taught arithmetic to the Marquis of Katya was also a commoner.”

Then she rejoiced that she had found a solution.

“What if you hurt your foot Also, Baron Tiles is a little vague to say that he’s from a commoner. It’s a separate case because his aunt had the right to succeed Count Luwen.”

“Really? How do you know that?”

“At the New Year’s, when you were distracted by a five-layer cake, I heard it directly from Count Luwen.”

“Directly from the Count Luwen?”

“Yes, if his aunt had become the head of family, the Count would have been more prosperous.”

“Why?”

“Before Baron Tiles was given the title of nobility, he tried to reclaim his aunt’s right of succession because he adopted a commoner as his daughter.”

“Why did he say that?”

Charteron, who recalled the character of Count Luwen, who was serious and polite, tilted her head.

“I think he was trying to find out what I think of the commoners.”

“What?”

“If I answer the question positively, it means that when I have people around me, I don’t discriminate people just because they’re from commoners.”

“You’re saying he tried to test you? If you didn’t know, it means you didn’t take issue and let it slide. I want you to go to Count Luwen….”

Luensir, who caught Charteron, who was gallant, was dissuaded.

“You don’t have to.”

“Why…?”

“I just briefly told him not to do it again. I wasn’t pleasant because I’m a human too, but he didn’t ask with bad intentions…. well…. he is a vassal who has been following her Majesty the Empress for a very long time.”

“Still….”

“He is also very helpful to His Majesty with regard to the affairs of the Duke Marsetta.”

Charteron, who was somewhat angrier than him, laughed at Luensir, who swiping her hair to the side and telling her why.

“It was rather fun. He was willing to learn the Prince’s thoughts for the future of Elitoer Empire, risking a situation that could come against him. I have to say that I know why Her Majesty the Empress kept him by her side for a long time. Anyway, I’m really fine.”

“Because Lure said so…. I’ll let it slide.”

“That’s right.”

“Strange. Lure, you….always like that? No matter what others say to me, it’s always you who chase after me and pay them back, but why are you…. It sounds like you’re about to cry. Don’t be so soft! If you have a bad personality, why are you holding up?”

“Whether it’s cursing or praising, just do one.”

“Dummy. Silly. Ugly… No, it’s not…I’m this pretty, but does it make sense that my twin born at the same time on the day is ugly?”

Before the burst of tears, Charteron approached the mirror and posed, deliberately being sly.

“Here we go again.”

“…Lure, if anyone says anything to you, I’ll scold them.”

“…Thank you. About Baron Rustell, I will tell Her Majesty the Empress. She’ll probably change it right away. Maybe we’ll never see Baron Rustell again in the Imperial Palace.”

“Really? Actually, I hated him because he bragged about his second-class graduation, but I hated him even more because he is ugly.”

“Is this why we’re twins? That’s what I thought too”

There was a laugh that resembled each other, as if to prove what they had just said.


* * *

Returning from dinner with Charelize, Charteron shook herself on a chair.

“Princess.”

“I’ll stay still…”

“Are you bored? I just need to do it a few times.”

Martin call Charteron briefly, fearing her hair would get tangled as she was brushing her hair.

“Martin. I’ll do it.”

“Ah, yes. I understand.”

Luensir, who was watching it, took over the comb from Martin.

Perhaps because this happened often, Luensir is good at brushing.

Luensir had her hair loosely braided to one side so that Charteron could sleep comfortably.

“It’s done.”

“Umm…”

“You’re hungry?”

“……We just had a meal!”

“Is it because of what Baron Rustell said earlier?”

“That’s enough…, as Mother said, It’s my fault…. that I fell asleep anyway.”

“Are you sick?”

Seeing Charteron meekly admitting her mistake, Luensir was visibly socked by her.

Actually, during dinner, Charelize got mad at Baron Rustell’s words. She did not take sides immediately, saying that it was wrong for her to sleep in class.

Luensir, who thought Charteron was in a bad mood for that, played a joke to her.

Chareteron snorted because of the over-the-top Luensir attitude.

“So ugly.”

Luensir smiled low at the sight.

“… Never mind, I’m busy thinking about something. Can you stop talking to me?”

Luensir, who was amazed by Charteron’s appearance, quietly passed by without saying a word.

What Charteron was seriously thinking about is a rare figure that I couldn’t see a few times a year, so I though I’d write it in my diary.

In fact, the Charteron was working hard to turn her thinking circuit because the embroidery she embroidered on handkerchief for Arensis’s birthday is more crooked than she thought.

After a long thought, he eventually ran to the bedroom for help from Luensir.

“Lure! Lure! You know!”

“……Ah, yes. Why?”

At Charteron’s call, Luensir hid something behind him in surprise.

“What? Are you eating something delicious alone? Let’s eat together, actually….. I didn’t have enough for dinner earlier.”

“Nothing.”

“Lure, I have informed you of your sins. Hurry up and tell me. I’ll cut you some slack if you turn yourself in now.”

“Wh-what are you saying? Let’s go to sleep.”

Frustrated, Luensir hurriedly put out the candles and covered himself with a blanket.

Seeing it with hazy eyes, Charteron climbed onto Luensir’s body and tickled him randomly.

“Charon! Oh, come on, stop, please… Stop it!”

“I don’t know if You keep holding on and run out of breath.”

Charteron focused on the soles of his feet.

Luensir’s only weakness is being tickled.

Neither Your Majesty Mother nor Your Majesty Father, nor even Martin, who lived close by, knew about this. Only Charteron knew about it.

“Letter!”

“What?”

In the end, Luensir pointed to his pillow as a sign of surrender.

Charteron, who got the answer she wanted, searched the pillow. As Luensir said, there is a letter.

But nothing was written.

As I shook my head thinking it was strange, it was a bunch of paper on the floor that caught my eye.

Soon she found out that it is the same material as the letter on the pillow.

“I left it for later. There is nothing.”

“Yes, nothing. There’s nothing.”

Somehow, it wasn’t Luensir who would let me know.

Based on the reaction now, he seemed to have forgotten what he had thrown away, but she couldn’t step down.

“You’re heavy. Stop it now….”

“On the pillow.”

“?”

“But, it’s on the floor?”

“Charon!”

“It’s late, Lure.”

“Wait!”

Luensir, who noticed too late, tried to stop her, but Charteron was a few seconds faster.

“Hmm, let’s see.”

Charteron, who quickly picked up a bunch of paper, quickly unfolded and began to capture the contents.

Dear Your Majesty Father.

Happy birthday. Thank you for raising me and Charon for 6 years.

“Uh, what’s this?”

The other was same.

Dear Your Majesty Father.

Happy birthday to you. You have more than me, so I don’t know what to give, and I remembered that last time you said you wanted to receive a letter.

All the contents were strange.

Dear Your Majesty Father.

Happy birthday. The music box you gave to me and Charon on our birthday is working well. Thank you very much. That’s why…..

It started with similar content and ended with no more than a few lines.

Dear Your Majesty Father

Hello. Did you have lunch? Of course you did. The birthday party starts in the evening, and I plan to send you a letter at that time.

Some of them were written and erased.

Anyway, it was a letter to celebrate Your Majesty Father on his birthday.

“….Lure.”

“I’m so embarrassed right now. So, Charon. Please don’t say anything. Don’t even laugh.”

Suddenly closing his eyes, Charteron drew the sign.

“….What are you doing?”

“I am meditating. Because this is an insult to trees. You do it too.”

“…..”

Even though it looks like this, it was the product of hard-working efforts for days and days.

“But it’s true.”

Luensir was further hurt by the confirmation of Charteron, who patted his back.

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