I Will Avoid The Death Flag [It's Published]
18. Competitions

Knowing that Clare was the candidate for the second queen made me fall silent.

That crazy woman? The one who craved Viten's love in the novel, but never got it until Serethy died?

Wh why? I mean, why is the plot of the novel going so far?! Well, it's okay, anyway, as long as I'm not tortured by the characters in this novel. However, instead of being physically tortured I was mentally tortured.

Just look, so many people attended the banquet party at Duke Cyrill's Mansion with Clare as the host.

The woman actually spread out invitations to almost all nobles to attend the banquet that she held. Of course, the purpose of confirming the truth of the second word about her was the candidate of the second queen who became a hot topic throughout the entire Asher Kingdom.

Meanwhile, Clare herself was still not seen at her party. As if to show that he was the most important person in this party so he decided to arrive at the very end.

Right now, I'm being spoken to by the other noble ladies. Sir Derick also stood beside me to guard me from any distractions.

"I prefer the Princess to be the queen in the future" said a noble lady who seemed very innocent, but instead said something very creepy to me.

To be queen and have another death flag? No, thank you.

I just replied to the lady's words with a gentle smile. "Thank you for your support, Miss Arley. I appreciated. But, I think we should take a look at Miss Clare's potential first before choosing me?"

"No!" Arley and his friend simultaneously shook their heads. He lowered his voice. "Mr Princess, this is actually an open secret. But the Princess doesn't know it yet, so in Asher Kingdom there are many rumors circulating about Miss Clare."

"Rumors?"

Arley nodded. "Yes, Princess. And that's not a good rumor."

Gracelynn, the other noble lady nodded quickly and firmly. "Miss Clare is actually a cruel woman. That's why His Majesty never wanted to marry Miss Clare."

Arley continued, "However, His Majesty cannot break off the engagement because Duke Cyrill has great merit towards the coronation of His Majesty as King."

"That's right, Princess. In the past, Duke Cyrill had always supported every move of His Majesty. So, in return, His Majesty should have married Duke Cyrill's daughter. However, looking at Miss Clare's personality, of course Her Majesty should think about this many times."

"That's why his highness still hasn't married Miss Clare."

"Even I've heard that Miss Clare made one pavilion a torture chamber for servants who have done wrong."

"Not infrequently, many servants died horribly there."

"Or, Miss Clare was once the cause for the disappearance of a young noble lady a few years ago, but due to the influence of Lord Duke Cyrill, Miss Clare was free from any punishment, she said, plus Miss Clare was only nine back then."

"I also heard that rumor when I was a kid!" exclaimed Miss Gracelynn, choked. "She said, the young noble lady was brutally murdered in Miss Clare's special pavilion and when the young lady died, her body was mutilated and thrown into the forest to serve as food for wild animals."

Arley shuddered. "Miss Clare is creepy, isn't she? And if the Princess wants to know the name of the murdered young lady, her name is So—"

The young lady's name had not yet been mentioned by Arley, the five-meter-high door leading to the banquet floor was open. And then, there, came the crazy woman.

"Young Miss Clare Cyrill entered the room!"

Clare then entered the banquet hall gracefully and firmly. His facial expression was flat and cold, but still gave off a dazzling aura.

Clare's emerald-colored hair was left neatly severed, but many ribbons and accessories stuck to her head. I wonder if his head doesn't feel heavy? To be honest, even though my pink hair was only fitted with a few ribbons, I felt that the weight of my head was increasing.

Then, the dress worn by Clare looks very glamorous and luxurious. It is celadon green. The color is suitable when juxtaposed with the color of his hair. The sleeves of the dress were long, as if trying to disguise the lash scar she had once gotten over the direct punishment from Viten.

Not to mention, the jewelry she wore seemed to sparkle when struck by light. Clare definitely looks so pretty.

I can't help but say that Clare looks ordinary when her presence alone looks like an angel and feels very regal.

Arley and Gracelynn were silent. They were stunned because Clare looked so alluring and beautiful at the same time.

Clare is very similar to a beautiful canvas that cannot be compared.

I blinked in panic when I realized that Clare looked as if she was approaching me.

"Have our conversation been discovered?" arley whispered with fear.

Gracelynn is as afraid as Arley is. "It's our fault for rubbing Miss Clare at the party."

Clare then took two glasses of wine from the tray the waiter had brought.

"Greetings to this month of the Kingdom of Asher, Princess." Clare smiled at me, which gave me goosebumps in horror.

What is this crazy woman smiling like that for?! You're scaring me! Obviously, it was because our first meeting was not at all impressive.

I was battered by him when I first met, and Clare received a lash from Viten on the grounds of hurting the royal family. It was certainly not an impressive meeting.

This is our second meeting. And he floated a demonic smile on his face! And she called me Princess instead of Miss Serethy like she was arguing with Viten in her study.

I forced a smile. "Hello, Miss Clare. Long time no see you."

"Hohoo. That's absolutely right, Princess. I could barely sleep because I kept thinking about the Princess."

I laughed awkwardly. What that crazy woman said must be just bullshit. If so, I'm sure he's burning flames jealous of me because Viten is always close to me until he has trouble sleeping.

"Thank you for your concern, Miss Clare."

I felt that beside me was very quiet, the place where Sir Derick should have been.

When I glanced at Sir Derick through the corner of my eye, I could see that both of his hands were already on the handle of his sword. Ready to pull that thing.

I'm putting my lens back on Miss Clare because Sir Derick looks creepy.

"Mr Princess." Clare handed me one of the wine glasses. "What if we toast?"

I almost grabbed the glass when Sir Derick first picked it up.

"How can I trust you if this wine has no poison?" asked Sir Derick coldly.

I goosebumps just by hearing Sir Derick's cold tone of voice. New lesson for me, don't make Sir Derick angry.

"Oh my goodness, Sir Derick. How could I do that?" Clare laughed briefly. "The lash sentence from Her Majesty is enough to wake me up from all the wrongs I have done to the Princess."

"Mr Daughter cannot drink the drink that others give" Sir Derick replied in a tone without being able to be sued again.

Clare simply shrugged her shoulders gracefully. "All right, then."

Ting.

The sound of the glass clashing in the hands of Clare and Sir Derick airs. Filling the silence on the floor of the banquet party, where the entire attention of the nobles was fixed only on us.

Clare then sipped the wine in her glass. Then naturally, a waiter approached Clare and the woman placed a wine glass on the tray the waiter was carrying as if she had gotten used to it.

Then, Clare smiled kindly at me. At the same time, Clare took off her gloves and threw them at me.

"I challenge you to a competition that shows who is more worthy to be Queen Asher, Princess."

Silent.

The atmosphere that was previously quite quiet added to feel quiet.

I glanced at the white gloves on the floor.

I breathe internally. It would be very troublesome and could have brought me into another death flag.