And yes, with a Joker-like laughter full of reader-teasing plot twists that, if you really think about it, should have been expected all along.
I, Liliane von Hohenberg—a kind-hearted Lady in this novel world, possessed of an extraordinary consciousness—had confidently and bravely equated the Crown Prince to a potato in public.
In reality, I... that very Liliane... succeeded... I succeeded!
Congratulations, audience.
Completely safe, secure, peaceful, and sound.
My cute tongue remains in its rightful place, and my neck is still faithfully accompanying my body.
The King? He burst out laughing (exactly like during that afternoon tea meeting).
Everyone else went dead silent, turning even more into stone than Mary, and only after a few seconds of processing this hard-to-comprehend twist of fate, they let out their forced "career-saving" laughter, dear audience.
However... even so, with a expression far more terrifying than my own family's, His Majesty spoke once more.
