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Why? Why? Wh-Wh-Wh-WHY?!

Eleanor grabbed a glass of wine from the waiter and downed it quickly. She couldn’t help but drink. Eleanor was a lovely young lady. She had wavy, flowing silver hair. Her figure was already voluptuous for her age, and her emerald green eyes reminded one of young grass.

Eleanor’s beauty was such that it had even earned her the title ‘Elugor’s Treasure’.

If one could overlook the fact that she was a bit of a tomboy, it was undeniable that she was the focal point at any tea party. Eleanor’s confidence was sky-high.

She was treated like a princess by her father and others around her from an early age, and she had never even the slightest doubt that she was the most beautiful person alive.

That was because men pursued her wherever she went. That was because everyone looked at her. These made Eleanor immensely pleased.

Then why? Then why? Then whyyyyy?!!! Kyaaaaa!!!

Eleanor bit down hard on her pure white handkerchief. She wasn’t the one who had captured the gentlemen’s attention this Spring. It was Seletina ul Gold Aldelight. Eleanor’s big, round, jade-green eyes were glued to Seletina’s back.

That dandy gentleman who’d told her she was the most beautiful lady in the world. That gentleman who’d kissed her hand with his face blushed. That nice guy had given her a bouquet of roses for her birthday.

Tonight all of them were looking at Seletina. Tonight all of their eyes were following her back. The gentlemen’s eyes were reflecting a gold image rather than a silver one.

Eleanor was so extremely irritated. She would have undoubtedly thrown herself to the ground if she were in her private chambers.

Yes, Lady Seletina is pretty. It pains me to admit it, but she is just a bit, tad bit prettier than me. But. B! U! T! Why are all of the gentlemen flocking to her…

A forlorn thought consumed Eleanor’s mind.

Let’s say I was pampered just because I am the prettiest. In this case, what would happen if a girl prettier than me appears?

Eleanor became sad just by imagining it. She couldn’t help but scratch as her entire body began to itch.

“Eleanor, are you alright?” Dios asked, patting her head.
“Brother Dios…”
“Are you feeling unwell?”
“… Seletina ul Gold Aldelight.”
“What?”
“Brother Dios, what do you think about Lady Seletina?”
“She’s quite the beauty. I’m planning to dance with her after Elias is done.”
“Let me ask this in another way then.”
“Go ahead. What’s wrong with you tonight? You seem a bit gloomy?”
“Do not mind me. Ahem, Brother Dios… B-B-Between me and Lady Seletina, who do you think is prettier?”
“What? Well, that would be Lady Seletina, of course.”

Thump!

A waterfall burst forth from Eleanor’s eyes.

I lost. I thought that my brothers, at least, were on my side…

Eleanor snatched yet another glass from the waiter and downed it in one gulp. The night was still young.