Answer Me, My Prince

Hey, Archy,

Isn't that too much?

Are you laughing in front of the box? Read my letter as soon as possible and reply right away.

6.9.Sunday.Cordelia, an angry office worker.

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Dear Miss Cordelia Gray, who is hot-tempered.

Wait a minute, I'm writing a reply right now, but I don't know where to reply first because you keep sending me letters.

The ninth day of the 1314 Green Moon. Archie Albert is skipping meals and trying to write back.

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Dear Prince Arch.

Yes, I'm waiting right away.

P.S. I knew you were in a hurry. You wrote the wrong name, Arch Albert.

6.9. Calm Cordelia.

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Dear Miss Cordelia, talkative.

No, stop writing it and wait a minute.

Then you won't be able to use what I was originally going to use, right?

P.S. I'm under a lot of pressure, but I'm starting to like this magic box in terms of correspondence so quickly.

P.S. 2. Anyway, just wait for an hour.

On the evening of the ninth day of the 1314 Green Moon. the arch of a boat in the Arli palace

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Dear Prince Arch.

(Cordelia waiting silently.)

P.S. I only drew a dot. Can you see that?

6.9. Silent Cordelia.

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Dear Miss Cordelia, I can't stop you.

I apologize for the late reply.

Windsorton's annual green moon is the sixth month of the year. Cordelia, from what you wrote in June, it doesn't seem like the way you're counting Windsorton's seasons is much different from where you are.

Windsorton is green all over the place these days. Balls that mark the beginning of summer social life are always held at Arli Palace, so the palace is also busy with green decorations.

It's beautiful, but I don't really like the royal castle at this time of year. It's a lot of people that I've never seen before.

If you stay still, you'll never be able to open your eyes because you're called to fox hunting, ball, card game. I know how to avoid cooking, like I've been at Arli Palace for 25 years now.

My secret is that I'll go to the Leete Abbey Pilgyeongso.

Maybe it's because I've avoided studying since I was young, but my mom always says yes when I hear that I'm holding onto a book. When I go there, they think I'm just looking at the wall and really doing the "capital." In fact, there are no more venerable people than the monasteries.

Anyway, for that reason, I went on a monastery outing for two days. I apologize for not responding faithfully to your letter because of the wind. But now it's a good thing that things have happened and we haven't returned the manuscript right away. What am I saying?

Cordelia, the manuscript you sent me the other day detailed the affairs of the House of Windsorton. You called it 'the manuscript,' but it's not a made-up story.

The people in this room are my family, and they're all real people.I was going to think deeply about how someone might have put this in front of you as a manuscript, but I quit. There was this passage in the manuscript you gave me.

'Thinking deeply was out of place with Prince Archie.'(I'm sure you're right.

So, I think very lightly, and I came up with a conclusion that Anne Celine is a wizard who can go back and forth between where you live and where I live. He must have written down the affairs of our kingdom as a novel and given them to you. It may be the knack of Anne Celine, the wizard, that we can exchange letters like this.

Thinking about that, I thought it was nothing. What's the big deal about publishing a book in another world with what happened in our kingdom? And as I kept reading, this writer, he was really writing a novel.

First of all, there were some facts missing in the manuscript. First, my mother is not a cousin of Edwin or Princess.

Although she grew up with the princess all the time, as if she were her cousin, as the daughter of the Duke of Palham and her best friend of Princess Edwina.

After the princess disappeared, she was officially adopted into the royal family, and she was accepted by the Senate because she had no other blood, but many of us risked our mother for not being a descendant of the royal family. Author Anne Celine completely omitted this important fact.

Besides, the story of the knight Arthur Gillan proposing to Princess Edwina is not true.

Princess Edwina was then engaged to Charles Wellesley, Duke of Ellington. Like most royal weddings, they were just a political marriage.

Charles Wellesley was very handsome, and he was said to have been a social gun who was ten years older than the princess. He must have been my first love to a princess who was only seventeen at the time of her engagement, but he wasn't interested in my fiance, Princess Edwina. Even when the princess was taken hostage after the Imperial War, she never visited the Empire once, so she was said to be her fiance, but she was almost like a man.

So, I think the words of the article would have come to the princess more loudly.

"My life without you means nothing."

Charles Wellesley's big mouth told me something I've never seen in my life. There was nothing like that to entice a girl who was just 20 years old.

But my mother, Queen Adelaide, who was a couple of years older than Princess Edwina, stopped the hasty decision. Mother told the princess. Don't get drunk on a romantic word and bet your life on it.

The princess asked her mother. Then how can I know what he's saying is sincere? My mother said.

Let me do something very hard, Princess. Hard, painful, meaningless work. It's like telling them to wait in front of the balcony for 100 days. If you can do that, that's true.

That's right. The advice came from the lips of my mother, Princess Adelaide. Because of that, our kind queen has been guilt-ridden all her life. After all, you said you were the one responsible for all this.

I didn't think it was the author, the one inside the royal palace, who left out this important story.

In addition, the second chapter is about making things up and talking about things that haven't happened.

The princess and the knight have never been found since they disappeared. I've never heard of a princess wandering around looking for an article for 100 days. No one knows what it was like to see them again. No one found the house they lived in. The fact that they're already dead and that they have a son between them all happens only in the novel.

It's an offensive article, but I thought it would be good to laugh it off lightly. So I was going to return the manuscript right away.

It really was until yesterday, Cordelia.

And that's what happened yesterday.

Last evening, I was tired of just doing my face-walling at the monastery Pilgyeongso and went into the forest to feed Sherlock (that's my name). He didn't know it was good to be out for the first time in a while. It was already dark when I thought I had come too far. But strangely enough, only the east side is still shining brightly. Sherlock ran to the light without stopping.

It was a small cozy cabin that I found after running deep into the forest for a long time. There was a yellow marigold in the small front yard, and there was a rather large tomb in the quiet back garden for one person. This is what the tombstone says.

Princess Edwinna and Marie Winserton and her knight Arthur Selene Gillan, who falls asleep here.

Yes, that's right. It was the house of the princess and the knight.

The fact that there are tombs and monuments means that someone buried them and built a tombstone. I went into the cabin. The vase on the porch had withered wild flowers in it, the cup in the kitchen contained orange juice that had been squeezed for days, and there was only dried onion in the kitchen. I didn't act like I was popular. But there was no smell of rot. Someone was living here just a few days ago.

I began to search the small house. Soon, I could find a big picture of a small room on the second floor. A painting of a boy who resembles a princess Edwina and a blond knight Arthur, and the red head of the princess in between, and knight's green eyes.

Yes, everything was exactly as Anne Celine's manuscript.

I'm very confused right now. So I keep losing my essence and trying to fall into deep thought.

What's happening now, Cordelia?

Who the hell is Anne Celine who gave you this manuscript?

I'm sorry, but I won't be able to give you the manuscript until you tell me that.

On the eighth night of the 1314 Green Moon, Arch Albert William Rendike is trying to be cautious after a long time.

a review of one's

Prince Ogro from this morning...

I set the upload time at 7:30 a.m. to take this opportunity to become a morning person.

One grateful person can make a reservation for me named Joa!!! He gave me a big lesson, so I made a reservation today and went to sleep comfortably...!

Thanks to you, I can't thank each and every one of you in real time.

I'd like to say that writing that you're having fun, smiling, and having fun makes me dance.

Thank you very much.

P.S. You can check out the moving version of the pretty cover in the announcement.