"Sir, your existence explains what beauty is."

"That's right! Your Majesty is a lucky woman!"

"Other husbands are like dust when they compared with you!"

Empty praises rang out from a room in the palace.

these male servants tried their best to please the ego of their master who didn't even spare a glance at them.

Their master was now focused only one thing.

Putting rouge on his own lips.

Long hair of pure black color, oddly glistening purplish under the sunlight that was sneaking in from the window.

a pair of eyes like carved gold looked intently at the reflection of his own lips in the mirror.

The third consort is sure such a beauty.

The calm atmosphere as long as the servants made no mistakes, continued.

until.

"

a deafening sound rang out, along with the pounding of impatient footsteps.

"ack!-please!-fourth prince!-please wait!-"

BraKk!-

not long after, the door was kicked open.

"Father!!! explain right now!! why is that damned thing, who met her highness the princess first?! and why can't I?! this is unfair! !! I also want to meet her highness!! and stop telling me to calm down by using that tantalizing chocolate mist cake, you pathetic bugs!!"

The unethical vocabulary comes from a 6 year old boy, whose childish face is depicted with frowns.

The threatening gaze that had previously been directed at his servants, now turned to the back of the man in front of the mirror.

Indifferently, the third Consort continued to smooth the kanzashi in his hair.

Despite his annoyance, the boy just gritted his teeth silently while glaring at his father who didn't even glance at him.

"Are you done with the rampage, Ciaran?"

(🙂 Don't mind the writing in it)

he asked, turning to look at his son who had his arms crossed.

The two pairs of similar golden eyes stared at each other, one with disinterest and the other with exasperation.

.

"Just answer!! why ?!"

Shouted ciaran angrily.

"Because that cursed child is the biological brother of Her Highness the Princess.

I'm sure your teacher has already explained, otherwise he wouldn't be unconscious by now."

Nishant flatly answers his son while walking past him.

"Tsk. That bastard is too lucky...."

Nishant who heard his son's grumbling sighed boredly, while getting on the horse carriage with the help of a knight.

"to the lagoon of dilectus"

with a wave of his hand, the carriage start moving.

After some time, someone parting their lips to speak.

"Will '' be there too?..."

with that, the silence between the two was broken.

"Of course. After all, it is a must for all of us to attend.

'He' and his father along with the others, are no exception."

Through the corner of his eye, he saw the change expression on his miniature self after that answer.

"Good."

Low chuckle was heard along with that one sentence.

A small cruel grin crept onto the boy's lips.

And the exact replica is depicted on the youthful face of the 52-year-old man.

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at 2.30 pm.

A little girl waved her hand at the seven bowing maids.

now after bathing, a designer will come to measure her and receive confirmation of the design of the suit, which will be used on her coronation day.

While waiting by looking through the documents on the table, she reminisced about something after her activities this morning.

'I miss my gun.'

since before dawn until 8 o'clock this morning, Camilia for the first time did the physical exercises that used to be a routine for her.

after that it was continued with basic archery and swordsmanship training, with direction from the best toxophilites and swordmasters who were members of the second knight imperial brigade, until 1 pm.

Camilia as a weapon expert, knew it wouldn't be difficult for her to adapt, especially with this 'upgraded' body of hers.

It was just that she had no choice but to miss her 'little lovers'.

Her soundproof gun and white dagger.

rather than time-consuming archery, pulling the trigger of a gun caught her attention more.

and compared to a sword, a dagger is capable of destroying vital points at close range and still causing damage even when thrown from a distance.

knock-knock...

"Your highness.

The designer who will design your Suit, has arrived.

may we come in?"

Camilia's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, accompanied by the familiar voice of Etel, her head lady.

"Come in."

a group of people entered from the now opened door.

"Greetings to the empire's brightest star, Your Highness the princess.

My name is Alzena Grace, it is an honor for me to meet you."

The woman who looks to be in her mid 70s greets by bowing to the little girl who gets up from her chair.

"It is an honor for us, Your Highness!"

The three women as well as the five men behind her, followed quickly after.

"The same goes for me, Mrs. Grace.

I hope you are not burdened by this tiresome request."

Camilia replied while nodding and walking towards the madam, her right hand waving at Etel.

'Exactly lives up to the rumors! When the Princess wears my masterpiece, I will be invincible!!'

The Madame said in her mind enthusiastically after see the expresionsless face of her, and hastily opened her mouth.

"Gosh! what's 'tiring'?! for this nothing handiwork of mine, to be side by side with your perfection is an honor!."

Camilia who was used to hearing excessive flattery like this just nodded tiredly at the Madam, while taking off her vest and handing it to Etel.

It wasn't long before the tape measure was carefully stretched over the little girl's body, and the three assistants took notes.

The other five moved efficiently bringing the clothing material to the table.

Etel instructed the servants who brought the documents for her Master.

and Camilia could only stare blankly at the mountain-like pile of papers waiting for her, while cursing in her heart that this was forced labor on children.

Camilia, who didn't want to know anything anymore, remembered something after seeing the grayish green color in one of the designs.

'Is Armaros well?'

hmm....wait-

isn't it strange that Camilia hasn't been worried about her brother since she was reborn?

does she really love her brother?

if this kind of question reached Camilia's ears, she wouldn't mind practicing the Mukimono technique she learned from her last visit to Japan, but on the questioner's skin instead of food.

Camilia is clearly aware that many are wishing for her death, and that it would be foolish for her not to be prepared.

So it isn't a surprise,if her dear little brother be listed as the sole heir of her fortune.

After all even though Alexil wasn't a genius like her, he was a smart kid so continuing her work wasn't that difficult. and even if alexil was hit hard by her death and couldn't work that wouldn't be a problem at all.

Since the company's activities would continue to move with the direction Camilia prepared for cleora to run.

'No asset or property may be renamed.'/

Camilia had restrained the necks of the rulers there.

A restraint that enough to make them tremble every time they heard Valerie's name, the same restraint would be imposed even on their successors from generation to generation.

That's how powerful Camilia was.

"Does this catch your attention, Your highness?"

Camilia, who came to her senses at the question, closed her eyes and quickly spoke after opening them again.

"That's right, madam."

Camilia who only spoke casually, smiled after observing the object that was touched by her hand.

"Please add this to my purchase list."

"Ah! Of course! I'll make sure it's yours! How about additional accessories to your everyday clothes too, Your highness?"

The Madam replied automatically like a merchant offering their wares to a new customer.

With artificial interest Camilia chose a few, before ending the day with a farewell from the Madam and the others.

She's then turning her back after Etel closed the door.

"I just.....want to die... right here... right now...."

She mumbled dramatically with frown paint on her face.

'my poor fate'

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In a large mansion.

"Ex-excuse me"

The boy called carefully while tugging at the hem of a maid's clothes, who looked at him in annoyance.

"What's the matter, young master?"

The woman asked in a clearly impolite tone.

but not minding that, the boy quickly opened his mouth.

"d-do you know where the matriarch is now?"

the boy around 5 years old asked haltingly at the maid he had stopped.

"Ah, young master doesn't know huh?"

The maid replied in a bored tone while rolling her eyes.

"Yes, there's something I need... to talk to her about......"

the answer that came out of his mouth became more and more quiet, with a slight tremble.

His appearance made the maid feel a little pity and answered more gently.

"The Duchess went to the palace since morning."

flinch.

seeing the boy flinch, the maid quickly added.

"- but when she comes back, I'll tell you right away."

"ah-thank you! thank you very much!"

shouted the boy with enthusiasm in his eyes, at the maid who was now trying hard to not smile.

"Ehem. You don't need to thank me"

She answered the boy, while Averting her gaze.

but because of this, she failed to notice the change in expression on her young master's face.

"Then I'll say goodbye first, young master"

"Ah, of course! Be careful pretty sister!"

the boy waved cheerfully at the maid who quickly walked away.

And once again she didn't see that expression again.

the cold expression on his face.

His eyes sharply watching the maid disappeared from his sight.

"So do you, young master Andreas."

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Author:Are 9 yanderes lovers, and 4 obsessed brothers enough?

-(If you've read this before editing, I'm sorry.

But if not, hope you like it.)