Chapter 9

Episode 9

Translator : Missme Editor : Aru

How can the world look so pink?

It said that when someone falls in love, the world looks beautiful and shines, but that's bullshit.

The world doesn't look beautiful when you're in love, but when you put your dirty-tempered fiance out of your sight.

"You look happy, Yerine?"

Rachel asked her thick brown hair with azure ribbon waving along with the wind.

'Yes, I finally broke up with that damn fiance this morning.'

That answer seemed so innocent, so I just smiled and looked around.

"I haven't seen your face since we separated, and I'm happy to see you and meet people."

For your information, I was invited to the tea party by Rachel's family, ie the Dukedom of the Ale Club.

Of course, it was Rachel who hosted the tea party, and she invited us in the name of gathering the five successors who appeared at the ceremony and building friendship.

"That's a relief. Are you really okay now?"

Rachel asked with a worried look.

"Yes. It's really all good now. I could even chew stones, I'm so hungry."

Rachel gave me her hand with a big grin at the words.

"As expected, the next Trump candidate is different."

"Ay, it's not."

"What do you mean no? None of Trump's candidates were as spectacular as you."

Trump. In card terms referring to 'the best team', it means the leader of seven Imperial Families in this world.

The members of the seven Imperial Families mainly work in the imperial magic unit, where the leader among the seven is determined by their performance and the amount of magic and mana.

The 7 Imperial Family names were all related to the pattern of cards, so the leader seemed to be called Trump.

It reminds me of him who is famous for his yellow hair and middle finger-throwing gifs, but this is the world in the novel, so let's just move on.

Rachel, who said so, looked around and whispered to me.

"To be honest, I think you'll be the next Trump."

When I heard that, I thought for a moment and thought to myself.

'Was it that great.....?'

According to Rachel, Trump is determined by magic skills and performance, but there is a formula that the one who becomes the Trump of the generation is the one who sparks an impressive fire at the time of the successor's appointment.

'I'd love to win first place, but......'

Well, if not, never mind.

"Oh, I guess all the other successors are here. Let's go, Yerine."

The three successors I saw on the day of the appointment were entering the garden.

I nodded and followed Rachel around the table where the tea party was arranged to greet them.

"Welcome, everyone! After the appointment ceremony, I thought we would need some time to strengthen our friendship, so I prepared this meeting. It's simple, but don't hesitate to eat as much as you want."

Under Rachel's leadership, the disorderly tea party president was quickly cleared up, and all successors were seated.

"Come on, I'll go first. As you all know, I'm Rachel Ale Club."

When Rachel finished introducing herself, a cute girl with flaming red hair, sitting on Rachel's right, opened her mouth.

"I'm Ashtra Jacqueline. Nice to meet you all!"

'Cute...'

Ashtra's smile, who resembles a rabbit chasing its owner with a carrot in his mouth, seemed to warm the heart.

"I'm a Rayl Diamond. Nice to meet you all."

A quiet man with a soft green hair hung his head slightly and blushed shyly.

It's been good so far.

"It's Eugene Brian Ace. I'm sure everyone's heard of the name once, but I'm just saying in case some people might don't know because they don't know what's going on in the world."

A man with a dirty impression spoke in a low-sounding voice.

Blazing silver hair, blue eyes, and a low expression that seems to be unhappy with the world.

It was definitely the man who lit the biggest flame after me on the day of the appointment.

'But why did he look at me when he was talking about people who didn't know what was going on in the world?'

It's the style of a male lead who gets annoyed at the heroine for no reason, and then turns around and hangs later.

Anyway, I'll try to keep him out of sight.

"It's Yerine Spade. Have a good day, everyone."

When I bowed slightly, Rachel smiled like a mother. Ashtra and Rayl applauded enthusiastically with sparkling eyes.

I'm glad that everyone seems to like me except for the successor of The Ace, who seems to have a foul temper.

"But we.....we're all the same age, and I'm sure we'll see each other a lot in the future. Should we just talk informally to each other?"

Everyone nodded at Rachel's suggestion.

Oh, except for the one who already spoke informally already.

In such an amicable atmosphere the conversation of the five successors began.

"Well, Lady Spade, ah, no-"

When I saw Ashtra wiggling her hands and feeling shy, I felt like I was going to bleed my nose, but I smiled as kindly as I could.

"Just call me Yerine, Ashtra."

At the words, Astra squealed, holding her hands tightly together, waving her thick red hair vigorously.

"I... I really wanted to talk to you once!"

'Cute......'

I put down the teacup I was holding in my hand and answered.

"Really? That's my pleasure."

"Because you were so cool at the appointment ceremony! You were so cool when you took off your eye patch and threw your cape!"

Astra was excited and talked pouring out like a rapid-fire.

"And you're so cool when you used that magic flame! I've been to several appointment ceremonies, but I've never seen such a beautiful flame!"

Rachel nodded at the remark, and Rayl, who was quietly drinking tea, also put down his glass and said.

"That's right. I honestly thought that was so great, too."

When he said so, he turned his head slightly toward me and said in a calm voice.

"I think I'll learn a lot from you in the future. Please take good care of me, Yerine."

The tension eased gently on his smiling face.

Ah. Is this heaven?

How can everyone say such angelic things?

They must all be the sons and daughters of the highest class in the Empire, but their personalities are too docile.

It was a moment when I tried to answer with a big smile, embracing a heart-fluttering sense of happiness.

"No, I'm looking forward to seeing you-"

"So what, you think Spade's gonna be the next Trump?"

I looked straight ahead in an instant cold atmosphere.

Then a silver-haired man with cheeky blue eyes pointed at me with an arrogant face and said,

"Spade, there's a limit for me to watching you running wild without even knowing your place."

That's when I realized.

That he targeted me openly.

I asked, squinting eyes at the way of scratching one's heart.

"My place, what does that mean?"

"Seeing you don't know, you certainly don't have the resources to become Trump."

Oh, you're very obsessed with Trump.

The current Trump wants the ace to go, but this is a little crazy.

"All this time, because you can't take care of your own body and position, and make such a nuisance at the appointment ceremony, you didn't deserve any praise at all."

Rayl, not knowing what to do with it, trying to stopped The Ace

"Eugene. That was too much to say-"

"For ten years, the position in Spade's household has been vacant. The 7 Imperial Families have fallen to the bottom, and are you not thinking about establishing a collapsed family of you?"

This boy. He's just saying what he wants.

"You think you can be Trump because you did a good job at the appointment ceremony? Do you think Trump can be handled by such irresponsible people like you? Don't you know Trump isn't supposed to be just about mana and magic power in the first place?"

"Ace!"

Rachel got up in a hurry and tried to stop Ace from speaking, but it was too late.

"The next Trump will be me, not you. Yerine Spade."

This got caught by a real nuisance.

That's a pathetic character who follows a better guy by saying, "I'll definitely beat you."

"Now really stop-"

At Rachel's urgent voice, I quietly raised my hand, smiled and talked.

"It's all right, Rachel. Ace talked to me, so I am the one who should answer him."

In my words, Rachel came out with a confused face and looked alternately at the Ace.

I fixed my eyes on the Ace and lowered my voice low.

"Yes. Trump, you can do it if you want to."

At the words, everyone sitting at the table looked at me with a surprised look.

"But-"

With my fingers crossed, I smiled straight at the Ace.

"Will people ever choose you for Trump?"

"What?"

The Ace's face hardened sharply.

"As you say, the flame of the appointment ceremony alone cannot decide Trump. We have to make a decision based on our mana, magic skills, and performance."

As I spoke quietly, everyone listened to me with breathless attention.

Even Eugene Ace who had a really dirty face was frowning and listening to my story.

"By the way, have you ever seen my magic other than at the appointment ceremony?"

Ace snapped at the remark.

"We've never met in the first place, so there can't be."

"That's it."

I stretched myself forward and blew a shot with a smile.

"You, you haven't seen my magic for very long and you think I'm under you, right? Of course, you're going to be Trump, you are bragging about it."

I said in a low voice, raising the red eyes on the left that had been closed.

"What's the difference between you and me, who runs around without knowing your own place?"

Ace got up and screamed at my words.

"What?"

"You know what? If you go around telling yourself and everyone you're going to become Trump, do you think people will really let you do it?"

I stretched out my back more imposingly and answered in a more confident voice.

There's no need to go around deliberately offending other people, but that doesn't mean we can ignore it.

"How can we let a bad person who is not good enough, talks informally at the first meeting, and criticizes other people so easily, take the position as the leader?"

I was going to say you're a dirty little bitch, but I held it in because he seemed young.

I swallowed the words in my heart and finished what I wanted to say.

"It doesn't matter if you say you'll become Trump now. Let's go then and see who's going to become Trump."

The Ace, who had his fists clenched in both hands, couldn't stand it and shouted.

"You really-"

I immediately fixed my eyes on The Ace and prepared to think of the magic circle.

But at that instant, the butler came in, opening the door connected to the garden where the tea party was arranged.

The butler looked very embarrassed at the sight.

Five of us also stopped moving in unison at his appearance.

The butler used an amazing professional spirit to regain his composure in that situation.

Then he approached Rachel and whispered something.

"Yes....... now?"

The butler nodded at Rachel's startling question.

Rachel, who bit her lips for a moment and was pondering something, turned her attention back to us, telling the butler, "Okay."

"You know, everybody...... We've got a new guest at the tea party. I think we should greet him."

New guest?

We're the only five successors in the first place, but who else is there?

"Well, Rachel. That's it for the successor. Did you happen to have another successor here who went through the appointment ceremony before us?"

Rachel shook her head and answered Ashtra's question.

"No, it's not-"

But even before Rachel's answer was over, I was able to identify the 'new guest' at once.

And as soon as I found out the identity of the guest, I touched my forehead with my right hand.

The mere sight of his black hair and golden eyes shaking in the distance made me already tired.

'I'm sure I told him to come to the Spade's Mansion tonight......!'

Either way, Cassius calmly approached the table and greeted us.

"New successors of the 7 Imperial Family, congratulations, though belated, on your appointment. I'm Cassius, The Second Prince The Tigris Empire."

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