Chapter 17: The meaning of columbine.
Translated and Edited by: luccayn.
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“You're quite the fool. Ah, do you even know what that word means? It means you're a total, irredeemable idiot.”
I wonder if she had not learned even the most elementary of the language of flowers, given her nickname, the ‘Blooming Columbine of King's Landing.' My guess is that she only remembers the things that she likes, and doesn't make the effort to learn anything new. She certainly didn't know one of the meanings of the columbine flower: fool.
“Rude! Do you dare speak that way toward me?!”
Her eyes peppered me down. Through them, I could make out she didn't understand a thing, even though what I meant was exactly what I said. This time, I blatantly sighed in response.
“Forgive me… Oh, you don't know who I am, do you? My name is Ruben Berner. I am the next head of the Berner house, and I belong to the neutralist faction—”
“What does it even matter?! Berner what? It just means you're bordering the ocean! I am the daughter of the Count of Camell, part of one of the most distinguished houses in the country. I am loved and sought by people of higher rank and power than you. I am the most important and noble person in the world, don't you know? If I so much as ask for help, you will have no path but down. Do you not understand your position?”
Ah, I see. So that's where her arrogance stems from.
The Count of Camell is also quite wealthy and famous in the northern territories due to his gold mines and other holdings. However, the Berner house is also wealthy, though in other areas. She thought her house was better because, unlike our house, they had piles of jewelry which she oh-so enjoyed. In reality, taking into account our different areas of expertise, our families were equally prestigious.
Not only that, but one of the grounds for her unshakable confidence was that she was in good company with those higher-ranking men she mentioned. However, she had no idea she was being used by the aristocratic party for their own selfish interests.
Lulu couldn't read the other party's intention, yet danced around by herself while proclaiming her superior nobility. It was disgusting to the point of sardonic laughter. For how long had she been dreaming a dream of fools?
“Position, huh? If you say that, you should definitely know your current position. You're just Lulu.”
“Huh? I don't know what you're talking about, I'm—”
“Speaking of which,” I cut her off. “There was a party hosted by the royal family at the royal palace. I was invited, joyous to attend such an occasion.”
She shut her mouth at the abrupt change of topics. She must've been disappointed that she couldn't attend one of the parties she so enjoyed. A royal soiree would be the perfect setting for her, especially since she likes showing off. Oh well, she won't ever be able to attend one of those anymore.
After all, the fact she had been expunged from the royal records had already spread in social circles. Perhaps it was to avoid the wrath of the Marquise of Andrea, but the count and countess of the Camell house acted surprisingly quickly. Apparently, it had only taken a long time for the erasure process to come through, but all the conditions for it had already been prepared. Thus, the information spread quickly at the ceremonies and gatherings.
Not only that, but Rein told me the marquise also got into the groove and played a part, happily.
“I heard at that party that the Count of Camell has only one daughter: Lyla.”
“…I don't understand what you mean. Could you speak human language, perhaps?”
“The Count of Camell has only one daughter: Lyla.”
“Speak human tongue! Don't be ridiculous!”
Is she out of her mind?! I was yelled at, but despite it being an important revelation I clearly laid out, she couldn't even understand it. I suppose this is as good as it gets for fools.
“The Count of Camell has only one daughter: Lyla.”
“Hey, can't you see me here?! I am Lulu Camell!”
Finally, she banged on the desk while I deliberately tilted my head in confusion, pressing a finger to my lips.
“Lulu Camell…? Who are you talking about? I've never heard of such a person.”
“What?! Come on, it's me! I am Lulu Camell!”
“You're the one who needs to stop spouting nonsense. Once again, the Count of Camell has only one daughter: Lyla. His Majesty, the king himself, admitted this at the party he held the other day. It's a well-known fact among every social circle in the whole country.”
Couldn't she just understand that the name “Lulu Camell” didn't exist anymore?
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5 Comments
Its getting good. Thank you for the chapter.
Instead of facing reality, she'll go nuts.
Thanks for the chapter as always.
Thanks for the chapter.
One of the reasons why I don't want be a noble is that I can't read intensions of other people very good. Will be easy to misunderstood what other want, can't understand hidden meaning. I feel sorry for Lulu for been born as noble.