The Precious Sister of The Villainous Grand Duke

At the gambling house, Charlotte was in the crowd, but now that she was the center of the turmoil, Dietrich would have no choice but to pay attention.

A little bit of time has passed, and Charlotte looks much more beautiful than her first look.

'I think she's the same age as Dietrich.'

The bright silver hair and dark brown eyes that seem to contain the autumn forest resonate with the hostess.

Dietrich and her childhood did not even appear in the novel, so I glistened with curiosity.

'Are you going to save it now?'

I looked back at Dietrich with his eyes lit, and he was again sharing this story with a middle-aged man.

'Huh?'

I opened my mouth in excitement.

'The heroine is in trouble!'

Of course, in this case, his future lover is cheek!  Shouldn't he show up and save her?

'Is this because it was still before the original work started?'

I don't know what the story was, but I alternately looked at Charlotte, struggling to be caught by a suspicious evil man, and Dietrich, who seemed to be uninspired by the fuss.

"Ditte?"

"Why."

"Aren't you helping that girl?"

".…….why me?"

That girl will save you who was sealed by the protagonist later!

But, I couldn't say that, so I just talked.

"Dihrich said he was the manager of Hang Dena."

Last time Dietrich saved me, who was in danger of being beaten at a euro gambling house.

"I'm not free enough to care for the personal trouble."

I sensed a faint irritation in Dietrich's cold words.  It looks like he's not really going to help.

'Is it really okay?'

Even though she looked like an ordinary girl, Charlotte was a saint with a strong divine power.  There is no chance of overcoming those difficulties on your own.

"Ah!"

But I was forced to get up from my seat at the harsh touch of a man holding Sarlot's long hair.

'If only Aura, can be secretly controlled……… .'

Excitement is how to blind a person.  The man's aura that captured Charlotte lost his temper and was violently shaking.

I gave strength to my fists and watched the man's aura calmly.

White smoke, which is more secret than a shadow, seems to rise from the man's toes, so he immediately puts down the charlot that was shaking in the air.

"Home. I'm so excited."

'Phew.'

The man said in a calm voice as if he had recovered his reason.

"If you want to sell as a slave, it's difficult if you get a scratch on your face."

What?

What is that crazy man saying?  I was frightened by his words, and I stumbled forward.

After sinking the red powder, the man was thinking of selling Charlotte with this sexuality.

"I think you'll get more than the money to take you to the temple and get it?"

Charlot also raised her voice as if she couldn't believe what he said.

"What? What are you talking about! If the bet is let go, you have decided to take me to the shrine!"

"Oh my. Southern humans don't know the world like you?"

The man who grabbed Charlotte's chin and rolled her eyes in every corner of her face smiles, lifting her upper lip.

"So who would go to and out of this place without fear. This is a place where even swearing is not available."

I was restless to see Charlotte, who seemed to be in a bigger crisis because of him.

'What do we do?'

"You!"

Then Charles Lott, who looked around her head, recognized me and pointed at me.  She frowned her impressions and raised her voice.

"Jae! Take her too, then!"

'Huh?'

she said, letting others know that I was there.

"Don't you think it'll be money if you sell that girl too?"

'what?'

Her heart-wrenching words who wanted to help her. I was ridiculous, I couldn't avoid pointing her fingers and laughed in vain.

"Hmm? What. Is there anything else here?"

These guys don't see as a person.

At that time, I found myself standing in alone and laughed with a torn mouth.

"I'm very lucky today,"

he said, grabbing Charlotte's nape and strung toward me.

Of course, he couldn't reach it before me.

"Move."

Dietrich, who didn't know when it happened, hid me behind my back and stopped the man.

"What else is this kid?"

"I don't say it twice,"

Dietrich's warning, the man did not stop walking.

"Why are there so many children today?"

Also, as his arm shook roughly as if he couldn't control his anger, Charlotte bent and grabbed his forearm.

"Saxon! Don't do this here."

"What? The owner, what is this child!"

"He's the master of LaGrange."

The bar owner talking with Dietrich comes out and starts to dry the man.

Although he did not demonstrate the power of the shadow as before, the situation was easily extinguished by his intervention.

'If I could help, I'll help you earlier.'

I glared at the middle-aged man and approached Charlotte, whose head was buried on the floor.

"……..are you okay?"

she glared at the man with tears dripping, unfairly.  She opens her mouth of water as soon as she asks uh.

"I'm sorry. I remember that you were a child of LaGrange. I didn't think he could touch you."

In fact, I wasn't very upset because Charlotte's judgment wasn't wrong.

'Although a little doubt about the heroine's morality began to go.'

"I have to go back to the temple. I figured out what the prophecy meant. But, by the way, my wallet was stolen."

Her words only reminded me of a scene from the original.

'At that time, it's a reward for finding her wallet.'

It was the first words she gave to unseal Dietrich.  It wasn't depicted in the novel, but it is a great story that suggests that their relationship is not short.

'Then, it was originally said that Dietrich helped Charlotte.'

Why doesn't he help?

I looked back at Dietrich, who still seemed to have no interest in her.

He approached me and reached out without looking at Charlotte's side at all.

"That's why I said it was dangerous."

"Diethri."

Instead of grabbing Dietrich's outstretched hand, I politely reached out both hands.

'In any case, there's nothing good about this being wrong.'

If he don't help Charlotte now, she might not release Dietrich's seal later.

As if I don't know what my little open hand means, he raises one eyebrow.

I swallowed my mouth and opened my mouth hard.

"Money…….. ."

"What?"

"It's pocket money."

This is something I have never said to my real brother. I couldn't look at his slightly twisted bite, so I rolled my eyes.

"You come along and make a fuss, and now you're asking for money."

"…….You won't give?"

He may not give it.

Dietrich and me are now a little farther apart.

"Because Dahlia is poor…."

But at the words I added in a distressed voice, Dietrich laughed as if awesome.

"How much do you need,"

I glanced at Dietrich's question, squeezed Charlotte next to him.  She puffs her mouth.

'Thirty thread ring.'

I stretched out three fingers in front of Dietrich.  He tilts his head to the side and searches his pockets.

I shook my head in a hurry to a small murmur.

"Oh? Oh no! Thirty!"

Thirty shillings is enough!

As I hurriedly drew an X with my hand, Dietrich opened the bag the man brought with a slightly rough hand and lifted the entrance toward the floor.

Sarah Rock.

As if to prove that my prediction was correct, a bunch of bills that were filling the bag poured into the patter.

"………. ."

"I'll bring more hats."

"How much is this?"

" fifty blue ah. "

It's a big enough amount to keep all the people making noise here and there.  I opened my mouth and looked at Dietrich, uninspiringly looking at the money sprinkled on the floor.

'What crazy are you doing now?'

Why all of a sudden here I'm bragging about money and rambling.

I bowed down rather than staring at the people who were staggering, as if they were about to give away bills a little farther away by the wind.

"…….thirty shillings."

"What?"

"It's thirty shillings……… ."

I picked up a pile of bills scattered on the floor and handed it to Charlotte.

"It's going to be over thirty shillings, Shahhot. I hope you go back to the shrine."

In a bar that had become quiet, I was busy moving alone, picking up bills.

Dietrich watched me act without drying me, sticking his hand in one pocket.

'I don't know who's the villain, look at my cheeky stance.'

Thanks to the warning from the bar owner that Dietrich was a master of Lagrange, no one rushes for bills.

'I think I picked up a few.'

With a sigh, I put the collected paper money back into my bag.

"Do not pick up."

"Why?"

"Because Dahlia is not poor."

I felt bad when I said that Dahlia was poor.  I pouting my mouth and not responding to him.

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