the princess imprints a traitor Novel

Chapter 25

"Rosenit Nadia Hadelamid, the Eighth Empress, greets the VIPs. I would
like to thank everyone who attended to celebrate my sixteenth birthday and
the choice of my immediate driver, and I hope you have a great time."
Rosenit, who arrived at the center of the grand banquet hall, greeted the
whole thing.
With a big round of applause, the true birthday feast began.
Rosenit sat on a chair decorated with white roses in full bloom. They
greeted the invited nobles one by one and handed out mousse cakes in wine
glasses.
There was a long line ahead of Rosenite.
"Happy Birthday, Her Majesty, 8th Empress."
"Thank you, Baron Oberto. I hope you enjoy the feast.”
"That's a silver-haired homoon-clouse that suits the Imperial White Rose,
Her Majesty the Eighth Empress. Congratulations."
"Thank you for coming all the way, Count Pavellion."
The Imperial family also congratulated Rosenite.
Rubens the Four and Five, her followers, ignored the lines of the nobles and
stepped forward to show off her friendship with Rosenite.
Rosenite greeted their cut in line with a smile and frown.
"Lubens and Ika have also come. I'm so happy."
"Ah, Rosie. Do you know how long this brother has been waiting for you?
It took you a long time to have a snack, didn't it? Thank you for your hard
work."
"The silver-haired homunculus must have been a homunculus that was hard
to imprint. I don't know what a prize it is, but it's expensive! This brother
needs to teach him a lesson!”
The words Rubens and Icalis chatted to make friends stiffened Rosenite's
face.
This is because she advertised everywhere that her alchemy skills took a
long time to imprint.
"Those stupid brothers!’
The nobles, who had wondered Rosenite's late attendance at the banquet,
chatted, which troubled their hearingful ears.
It was Bridgette who helped such Rosenite.
"Happy birthday, Rosie."
"Oh, Betty!"
Bridgete led her own knight with other yellow women like a folding screen
to congratulate her.
Rosenit thought it was good, so he ignored Rubens and Icalis and faced
Brigitte.
"I didn't expect Betty to come. It's an honor."
"I'm surprised. It's the day my lovely sister had a snack, and I'm sure I'll
come here as an older sister. Aren't you?"
Bridgete pretended to be her usual sweet sister. It was entirely political
action.
Friendship with a well-known figure also has a positive impact on one's
reputation, so it was beneficial to see a friendly figure in the eyes of many
nobles.
It's even better to see the people in newspapers and gossip papers.
Bridgete actively reached out to Rosenit.
"By the way, Rosie, I heard you had a hard time greeting the best knight in
the palace. There have been many imperial ladies who have wanted Lord
Millard as their direct knight, but they have not been able to bear it because
of the difficulty of imprinting, but you have also succeeded as a member of
the imperial family. Congratulations."
"Uh……
It was made up to alleviate Rosenite's lack of talent.
Silvestian helped quickly instead of Rosenit, who was awkwardly hardened.
"I am sorry to bother you, Your Highness. I will make up for this disloyalty
with my future loyalty."
Silvestian has a polite example of a knight, blaming everything on his own
fault.
On one knee, he dropped a kiss of reverence on the back of Rosenite's hand.
The example of a polite and restrained article was as romantic as a scene in
a fairy tale.
Young-ae around me made a small squeal.
Envious exclamation brought Rosenite to his senses. Only then did she
understand the situation and smiled to her satisfaction.
"You're quite tactful. Yeah, this is enough.’
Rosenite sent Bridgete and other royal families off and was congratulated
again by the nobles.
About an hour later, the pyramid of mousse cakes almost bottomed out and
the long waiting line disappeared.
According to the law, Rosenit had to keep his place.
It was time to sit there smiling like flowers and spend time receiving
greetings from occasional nobles.
As boredom distracted me, I heard a murmur.
"Oh, I think the 7th Empress is going to say congratulations."
Rosenit was rarely suspicious of my ears.
It was unbelievable that my half sister, who only sent me an invitation out
of courtesy, attended the banquet.
Contrary to her expectations, she looked up and found a familiar face.
Eve was approaching under Michael's escort from the front of the line of
sight.
Rosenite was flabbergasted to see her half-sister walking in the colorful
chandelier light.
Eve's walk was so graceful.
The shoulders, waist, and steps that had always been excluded and ignored
were no longer found.
Rosenit himself was barely able to imitate her, with her confident posture,
elegant gestures, and a clear and straight stare, like a noble lady.
Then there was a murmur that made Rosenit uncomfortable.
"Is it because both of you heard the direct article at a similar time? I'm
looking forward to your conversation.’
Right. I feel like that, too. It's a strange confrontation.
Apparently Lord Millard is a great man, but Lord Agnito is just as great a
homunclus. He's also nicknamed a monster in public prison...…
'And the 7th Empress was amazing today. I thought the main character of
today's banquet was Her Majesty the 7th.’
That was unacceptable for Rosenite.
I can't believe I'm compared to a half-sister who is an innocent woman at a
birthday banquet that will be full even if I focus on herself.
Enmity rose for a moment in the ruby eyes of Eve. The eyes of the angelic
empire were not like white roses, but the only thing that saw them was
Sylvestian standing by.
In the meantime, Eve approached and congratulated.
"Hello, Rosie. Happy 16th birthday. May the empire bloom more splendidly
and beautifully as a precious flower. And congratulations on your direct
article.”
"Thank you for your kind words, Eve."
Rosenite answered soullessly and handed over the worst-looking mousse cake.
Eve's celebration did not stop at Rosenite. Eve also offered Sylvestian
congratulations.
Now that he is a direct knight of an empress, he used honorifics in public
places as a gesture of respect.
"Sir Millard, congratulations on becoming a direct knight of the Empire's
White Rose. May your chivalry be with you forever."
"……thank you, Your Highness 7."
Sylvestian bent down with his hand on his chest. The answering voice was
a little low, as if it were locked, but no one noticed.
Rosenit's eyes were on Michael while Eve and Sylvestian had a short
conversation.
'This is Eve's direct article......who was called a public prison monster.'
Rosenit felt he cared about Eve from a while ago.
Perhaps because of his robes and lace eye patches, he had a dizzying
atmosphere to be a knight.
Rosenit did not hide his interest in Michael.
"Come to think of it, she heard the direct article. Can you introduce me?”
Eve wasn't inclined to say no.
"Oh, yeah. My immediate knight, Sir Michaelis Agnito."
"Micaelis Agnito meets Her Majesty the Eighth."
Michael leaned down with his arms around his chest.
It was impeccably perfect movement and was a perfect abridged manner in
the present situation.
But Rosenit remained undaunted.
"Rosie?"
It was not until Eve mysteriously called his name that there was a response.
Rosenit held out his left hand to Michael without saying a word. It was a
request to kiss the back of the hand with a formal example.
Rosie, what you didn't do.
Not only Eve, but all the nobles in the banquet hall who were watching
Rosenite thought the situation was unusual.
It was an open fact that Rosenit, the white rose of the empire, did not ask
anyone to kiss the back of the hand.
He was tired of being treated as a public good by aristocratic men, so he
never laid out the back of his hand first.
Eve was nervous. This is because I suspected that Rosenit, who had been
terribly obsessed with Michael in his last life, also fell in love with him at a
glance.
However, Michael was able to calm down quickly when he realized that he
was hiding his beauty.
You're just trying to flirt.
It happened from time to time.
Men who were naive and foolish in society used to fantasize even if
Rosenite did a little good.
Rosenit was well aware of that and enjoyed it deliberately.
After enjoying the ecstatic glory of being asked to kiss the back of the hand
by the white rose of the empire, the owner who originally served will feel
small.
Rosenite must have been playing tricks on Michael with such a confident
thought.
"You're pathetic, Rosie."
I was angry and dumbfounded.
By that time Eve felt Michael release his escorting hand.
'Oh, Michael...…
Once asked by Rosenit, an imperial family, there was no way to refuse as a
homunclus belonging to the imperial family who had completed the
ceremony of oath of allegiance.
Michael approached Rosenit and took a formal example of the article.
On one knee, he held Rosenite's hand dear and took it near his mouth.