I Shall Break Off Our Engagement For You
[Chapter 39]
Translated by: ME
Maisie must have realized it too.
However, where Felicia glanced, Maisie was being gently pushed forward by her mother, Daphne, her face flushed as she took a step forward.
Silas was escorting her with an indifferent expression.
Even though I told Silas that Maisie had imitated my poem.
Has he completely forgotten, or did he not listen properly from the start?
But, after that conversation, he even said something like, [Maisie understands me better.]
It's probably more accurate to say he didn't listen properly.
It becomes clear when I'm away from Silas.
His own pride and ego are more important to him, and he seems to prefer being with someone who agrees with his opinions rather than exchanging ideas.
Although, it doesn't matter anymore.
(Even so...)
Felicia sighed softly, so no one would notice.
She glanced sideways at Maisie, whose face was shining with anticipation and joy, as they passed each other.
The comments from earlier were as if they were about someone else. Maisie was looking ahead as if it had nothing to do with her.
With that attitude, no one would think that Maisie was the thief mentioned in Mrs. Weiss's story.
Mrs. Weiss's aim was to warn against imitation and plagiarism, and not to accuse an individual by name in front of the King.
Maisie will not be judged.
Her crime will not be exposed.
She will disappear into the bushes.
Maisie probably won't even reflect on it.
In the end, only the person who was wronged will live with with the lingering regret.
Just as I thought that, Mrs. Weiss called out the name of the next student.
[Rachel Winter.]
Maisie, who had advanced nearly to the middle, stopped in her tracks.
Rachel looked at Mrs. Weiss with a slightly surprised expression.
The lady urged her again, [Rachel, come forward.]
Barney stepped forward calmly and escorted Rachel to the King.
[Rachel, this was a truly wonderful narrative poem. The theme and the detailed expressions are impeccable. If we could welcome someone as talented as you as a court poet, the palace culture would be even richer. Both Their Majesties were very pleased with it.]
The King and Queen looked at Rachel with faint smiles.
[Ah, thank you very much...!]
Rachel's cheeks flushed as she respectfully accepted the paper with the comments.
[That concludes the individual evaluations of the poems.]
Mrs. Weiss took a step back and gracefully bowed to the King on the platform.
The King nodded in satisfaction.
At that moment...
[W-wait... Please wait...]
Maisie took a few steps forward and stopped in the middle of the venue.
[U-um... I, still...]
Mrs. Weiss turned around and directed a cold gaze at Maisie.
[I... I should have been recommended too... I wasn't called...]
[You have been removed from this year's list of nominees.]
[That's... Why...]
The lady sighed.
[Weren't you listening to the commentary?]
Maisie looked genuinely confused.
[If you still don't understand even after I've said it so clearly, then you're not facing yourself at all. You avoid seeing what you don't want to see, pretend not to notice facts that are inconvenient for you, and think you'll be forgiven if you just say you don't understand.]
The lady's voice was quiet and cold.
[I have nothing more to say.]
Mrs. Weiss glanced at Maisie, who was standing there dumbfounded, and returned to her seat.
The venue buzzed with whispers.
[So, the lady's story from earlier...]
[It was about someone stealing a poem, right...]
[That girl in the gaudy dress... ?]
All eyes were on Maisie and Silas, who were standing in an awkward position.
Who is that girl? Voices could be heard from all directions.
[She's not a girl we see often.]
[Perhaps a daughter from a family not invited to the court's balls.]
[A daughter of a baron or viscount, perhaps.]
[The one next to her is Silas of the Royal Knights. From the Haymer Marquis family...]
Hearing his name being whispered, Silas turned pale.
He hastily unwound their linked arms and said, [I feel unwell, so I'm going home] and fled from the ballroom.
No one was there to help the abandoned Maisie.
Her mother, Daphne, turned her back silently, as if she were a stranger.
Felicia had no intention of helping either.
However, she sighed as she watched her uncle, Baron Goddard, slowly approach Maisie.
(Honestly... Uncle Bernard is just too kind...)
I can't abandon my kind uncle.
Reluctantly, Felicia took a step forward.
[I'll go too.]
Kevin came with me.
[Thank you.]
[I couldn't stop Mrs. Weiss, so I have some responsibility too...]
Kevin muttered as he walked slowly towards Maisie.
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