I’m an abandoned princess.
No, I was an abandoned princess.
My lovely patron.
Until I met Marquis Joseph Patello.

“Look. The princess is spraying something on the street again.”
“This time, is it marble, not money? Huh. Isn’t it going to make your head break if you slip on your feet?”
“… Gold?”
“Gold beads! It’s real gold!”

Crowds gathered like ants crawling on the floor and picking up the gold beads.

“Your Grace, Aristana! It’s a great honor to meet you like this! Please remember my name!”

The nobles, who have despised me for years, are eager to flatter me.
Yeah, it’s late.
I walked leisurely between them and got into the carriage.

“Let’s go, Your Grace.”

Mm-hmm. Money and flattery are the best.

“… It’s my portrait.”
“Yes.”

My head went blank with the confident answer.
In this man’s private space, there were several portraits of me hanging?

“This is me, too?”
“That’s right.”
“This is even me in the Northern Empire!”
“Yes, it was hard to get.”
“Marquis, are you crazy?”

Marquis Joseph answered with a serious face.

“Sometimes I think that way.”