You Think I Won't Talk?-Chapter 77

Although this is the family of the shameful attempted villainess in the original story... These hidden facts about her family’s background are so dope it’s a waste they didn’t appear in the novel.

I mean... Now that I think about it, the novel was told from the female lead’ point of view... So I guess it’s comprehensible she didn’t know much of these kinds of things given that they seem to be family secrets and she was obviously on bad terms with the failed Villain Theressa is. However... In the novel things of mysterious provenance like the archaic sword and this door never appeared nor were mentioned in front of her.

If these types of objects had been added to it, it would have given the novel a great spice. Therefore, I can’t believe the creator of this fictional world didn’t even imply the existence of such mystic objects.

’... That author keeps disappointing me... He really just focused on the sexy stuff.... D*mn it, I’m so mad... This world has so much potential you dunce!!’

I held back the desire to facepalm myself on the inside since I should have expected these things from the moment I started to learn all the unsaid things the horny author must have thought of irrelevant to the story.

’Haaa... It was indeed a +19 rated novel... So I guess he was just focused on mostly showing that sexy side... That content sold well back in my past life after all...’

Sighing to the probable reason behind his omission of such curious details... I resigned myself to keep discovering more unsaid elements of this world as I looked at the intriguing shades of colours glowing under the Spring sun.

’... Well... As long as awesome things like this door keep appearing... I don’t mind his slip for details...I might as well look forward to what more will come my way now~’

As these thoughts crossed my mind, the Duke kept silent by my side, also starting at the beautiful doors and seemingly lost in thought too. I was now observing the door’s glamourous material, mesmerized by how unique a sight I was witnessing.

A few seconds passed and breaking my concentration on one of the craved hands that came with the door, the Duke blurted out a curious suggestion.

"... Do you want to touch it?"

"..."

Slowly turning to look at him, I wondered why did he make such an offering.

’... Uh... I guess?... I mean... It is something I would want to touch... But...’

"..." — Returning my silence, the Duke kept his gaze on me as I pondered about the unexpected question he threw me while giving little glances to the rare door.

Without waiting for an answer, he took a step forward, and lifting his hand towards the door... He touched it.

From the spot his fingertips touched, charcoal-coloured flower vines emerged and from them, a halo of all kinds of tepid hues framed them.

I was astonished at the spectacle displayed a few steps away from me. Last time, nothing like this happened when the guard touched it to open it. So...

’Does this door... react only to "certain" people?’

Slowly, a smirk began to form on my inner self as I thought of this possibility. This door is something that has no record on its structure, its behaviour and motive for its existence are completely unknown to me and maybe everyone else here.

Looking back at me, Marianne’s father, took his hand off of it, and as he did, the vines disappeared in a flash.

"... Do you want to try?"

’D*mn right I want to, Sir!’

Nodding profusely, in my limited state, I think I managed to show my excitement as I agreed since the Duke laughed shortly in delight at my hasty answer.

I immediately came closer and, although I felt anxious from anticipation, my hand slowly came to poke at the door with my index fingertip without much problem.

Unlike with the Duke, the door took a few milliseconds before something appeared. And when it did... It was marvellous.

A smokey-coloured pointy sun, the size of my hand, slowly began to draw itself from where my finger was touching the material, and in a mere blink, a sea of pastel mint, yellow and sapphire shades flowed like waves over the peachy one I saw a moment ago. From the sun, cracks of its same colour spread to cover the door in its entirety, and, as it happened with the Duke’s vines, a thin halo... A golden with hints of silver halo enhanced the cracks’ obsidian colour.

It stayed that way for a second, but its manifestation was not over yet. From the intricate lines forming the cracks... Thorns started to grow... And once they finished, no more changes came onto the door.

’... Woah...’

I was speechless at how beautiful the enormous door looked. It was truly magnificent and to the touch... It didn’t feel like I was touching anything. I couldn’t even feel the dim wind that was encircling us.

"... Hmm..."

The Duke’s voice was suddenly heard, and without taking my finger off the door, I slightly moved my head in his direction.

"As expected... Your seal is beautiful, Dear. I haven’t seen a seal take over the whole door before. It must have a great affinity with you, sweetie."

Affectionately and with a hint of pride, he smiled at me as he finished his words.

We felt happy to hear him say that and while we enjoyed the praise, I thought to ourselves while observing every detail over again.

’... So this is... A seal?... Heh... What a strange door...’

"... Ahem... May I interpret thy unyielding attention as the Princess being satisfied with thy wonderful seal encryption?"

Leaning with his hand unfolded in a respectful reverence, he used again that medieval wording I’ve been hearing today.

’Heheh... He’s feeling playful again~’

Intentionally taking my hand off the door with careful elegance... I acted in accordance with the title he was addressing me with. Like a Princess, with almost levitating movements, I gracefully placed my right hand on his, and, "inasmuch as" our condition did not permit us to express our satisfaction... I decided to act dreamy and jaunty as a fairy tale princess would.

With the hand I previously had on the recipient of my praise, I lifted it once again with a broad movement to show its magnificence, and as my hand finished making the semicircle framing, I did a slow turn on the spot, with both of my palms looking to the sky barely unfolded. My turn was swift enough to make my skirt distend to it.

I knew I looked darn gorgeous as I did it. My Marianne is double pretty so it’s a must. But.

I... Also wanted to look cute.

I had said before to Anne that we should act cute today. And the crazy ideas I had suggested kept swirling in the back of my head for some time now. Hence, as I turned and felt very "loose" by the movement... I acted without much thought.

When I halted in front of the Duke... I closed my eyes and made a heart-hand sign right in my chest.

It was only after the stillness crept in, that I learned I had messed up.

I knew veeeeery well that my face was as apathetic as ever, so the combination with the heart... It might look weird.

My expression didn’t show it, but my body was surely expressing my embarrassment. I’m not sure if Anne was sharing it, because my shame was enough to drown hers. The drop of sweat going down my neck was surely compliant with my inside conflict.

That’s why I stayed frozen for a while.

’... Ugh...This feels like the time I developed stage fright when I was little.....’ 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

I honestly didn’t want to see the face the Duke must be making right now. But I can’t keep standing like a fool with my eyes closed while doing a heart-hand sign forever.

Slightly opening one of my eyes, and feeling that my stiff face wouldn’t let me open just one, the other followed and slowly raised the reluctant eyelids.

As my gaze went upwards, I eventually found the Duke’s expression.

He was showing a serious but perplexed face. His eyes were fixed on my hands and his head was slightly tilting to the side as if he was trying to understand what I was doing.

’... He.... Doesn’t get it.’

"... Sweetie... May I ask..."

’Don’t! Don’t ask Sir! I beg–’

"What are you doing with your hands?"

’You d*mn old maaaaaaan!!!!! Ugh!..... Spare me the disgrace, d*mn it!! Bloody hell!’

I felt like crying on the inside, and Marianne didn’t even warn me for calling her father an old man. She must feel bad too... Maybe she’s as frustrated as I am in this awkward situation.

’Haaaaaaaaahhhhh... There is no other way.... I’ll have to explain.... And if I have to explain..... Let’s make it so that at the end of it... I won’t seem as foolish and regain a bit of my dignity.’

Elaborate.

Elaborate in a shameless way Elizabeth.

Shameless enough to turn the tables around.

Decided to redeem myself, I took out the post-it notes from my hidden inside pocket on my skirt... and began to write my salvation.