Answer Me, My Prince

Dear Prince Arch.

It's raining heavily today where I am. It's such a big rain that umbrellas, raincoats, and rain boots are useless. This isn't going to happen in the early green moon of Windsorton.

Anyway, whether it rains or not, I have to go to the photo bell tonight. Do you understand how an office worker feels about getting through this heavy rain? I'm worried that I might die today after going through the water.

So don't regret and send me a letter quickly after I die. If you didn't die in a storm, please contact me.

When I open the box after I get back, I hope your letter comes in.

6.12. Morning, Cordelia.

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To Cordelia who wishes to be alive.

Did you get the manuscript well?

If you read it, you know what happened.

Archie Albert, the eleventh day of the green moon.

P.S. It's raining here, too. That's a strange and pleasant coincidence.

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Dear Prince Archie,

I'll answer first.

No, I have no idea what happened!

How do you do the manuscript and still don't know anything?

From now on, I'll write down the story because my arm hurts.

While I'm writing, the prince will write the next story.

And we exchange letters.

What do you think? Don't you want to hear my story?

Something really incredible happened to me today.

P.S. Did I tell you? I look pretty pretty.

Wednesday night happy Cordelia.

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Dear pretty Miss Cordelia Gray.

There's no point in suddenly appealing your beauty.

It's not that I'm going to be prettier, but we're never going to face each other, right?

Anyway, right now I'm feeling that you've been feeling this way.

I feel like I'm having a hard time holding back my next question.

I apologize for having caused your child to burn, and I'll write down a long story yesterday to exercise my arm while I'm a little bit sore.

Wait a minute, how far did I tell you last time?

Yes, that's where I brought up the story of finding the princess' cabin.

Cecil asked me what I was talking about with a more hideous look than Lady Macbeth. I mixed up some lies and explained the whole story. It's a little bit of a lie, as if it hadn't been made.

He said he went to the monastery to get more books and saw the cabin where the princess and the knight lived. The tomb and tombstone of the patronage, the painting in the room on the second floor, and the story of Princess Edwina in the painting.

After all my talk, Cecil sat there for a long time without any response.

He sat still as if he were quietly brooding over what I said, and suddenly asked me if it had been about five minutes.

"Did you tell your mother?"

"I'm telling my sister first.”

"Why?"

"Why do you think?"

Cecil bit his lips again with a blank face and said,

"I suppose the Queen is thinking of putting the princess' son on the throne. The first king will applaud and love it."

I tried to deny the fact that I saw everything without further explanation.

"I don't know that."

"No, it will.”

Cecil shook his head. The white face with her head down silent was shadowed by the late afternoon sun, so I didn't know what she looked like.

Like you said, I didn't know you were determined to kill all the red-haired boys in the kingdom. It was my turn to step up before I made up my mind. I quickly put out the book I had prepared. Cordelia, the book you made for me.

"What is this?"

"I found it in that house."

Cecil quickly read the article.

Beautiful writings depicting the process of the princess wandering around looking for an article and finally meeting and confirming her love and settling in the forest. After a while, as soon as she closed the bookshelf, I quickly opened my mouth.

"I'll show it to my mother. Even to the king. I can persuade you two.”

"How are you trying to convince me.

I took Cecilia's hand.

"Sister."

"What is it?"

Cecilia's face got a little red. Oh, don't think it's because I'm handsome. We're 100 percent blood-bearing, and Cecil is the only woman immune to my indescribable beauty.

Cecil is embarrassed because we are not close enough to hold hands.

I squeezed into the confusion and said something that Cecil would be attracted to.

"I'm always on my sister's side. Even if my sister is an unbelievably evil person."

Cecil stepped on my foot. If it were an arm, it would be hard to write to you like this. Cecil growled out.

"Say it right.”

"You know what I mean. Whatever the princess's child is, I think it's my sister who is worthy of the throne of Windsorton.”

"Archive Albert, I know you have not an ounce of ambition for the throne. But ..."

"I know what you mean. You think the son of Princess Edwina might be different? Even if she doesn't, the king or queen will inspire her with ambition?"

"Yeah, you idiot. Unless he's the one who's throwing himself out to the Lette monastery every day like you.”

"Maybe I'll make you one of those guys that you're pulling out with. And I can pull myself together and be on your side."

"How can you do that?”

"Look at this book first. If you read this, wouldn't your mother's self-reflection that she caused Princess Edwina's unfortunate death be reduced?”

"It's too pure to expect 30 years of guilt to disappear with this kind of book."

"Maybe. But this is a really romantic story. Our Queen Adelaide is a very romantic person.”

I said so and pointed to the portraits of my mother and father on the wall. When my father was alive, Cecil's eyes narrowed a little as if he were reminiscing about their good relationship. Cecil eventually nodded reluctantly.

"I could do something with your dirty laundry."

The next one was Chun Li.

I quickly gave the book back to my sister, which was made of manuscripts of princesses and knights.

"She found it.”

"What are you talking about?"

"I found the princess's cabin, and I found this book."

Cecil immediately noticed my plan to pass all the balls on to me. But as if he didn't like it,

I shook my head.

"It's not me, it's Archine who's been playing with the Vedor old man in and out of the monastery. And I haven't made up my mind yet. According to the Queen's reaction, I'm...

"Are you trying to find and kill the son of Princess Edwina?”

Cecil didn't answer. He seemed to be hesitating about which direction to set. At this point, I felt I had to persuade her. Again, Cordelia, I wrote the book you gave me. Not a book made of princess and knights, but another book.

"Listen, Cecil. We read Macbeth. Think about it again.“

"What kind of show-off are you trying to make? Why? You think I'm gonna kill him, and then I'm gonna freak out like Macbeth, and I'm going to be possessed by a ghost, and I'm going crazy?”

"No, Cecil. I know my sister well. She was the one who smiled with five foxes on her shoulder when she was only 12. He broke his 10-year-old brother's wrist without hesitation to get out of the abduction."

"You fixed it."

"Who said that? I just want to say I know my sister well, Cecil. She's a woman who'll kill the ghost when it comes."

"But why are you talking about Macbeth?"

"My sister is Lady Macbeth, not Macbeth. Do as she pleases. That's how we can succeed.”

After I said that and took a break, I recited Lady Macbeth's lines.

"It looks like a pure flower,"

Cecil took my word.

"...be a snake hidden underneath."

The two of us exchanged glances as if they were plotting a huge plot.It's been a long time since I talked to Cecil this long.After a moment of excitement when I tried to hug Cecil, Cecil pushed me to kill me, we immediately called someone to see his mother and the king.

I told Cecil, waiting for permission to appear.

"Hiding a snake and becoming a pure flower is a must for her to become a king. You know that, right?

Cecil probably knows.

Her bravery as a warrior was accompanied by the ferocious devotion of a fiery warrior. Her outstanding ability was often devalued due to her cold-hearted speech. There were a lot of people who thought the habit of always taking a step back and observing was ugly.

Yes, my sister was smart, but she had no virtue. My mother and the king did not trust Cecil because of that. This was going to be a great opportunity for her.

"Why are you handing this over to me?"

"...because I love you?"

I almost got knocked out there again, and then I answered again.

"I told you, I'm on her side. I'll just find that red-haired kid."

"And?"

"And? Well, let's meet again and participate in the family games that have become harmonious."

Cecil was laughing really hard. I could only see his face when he was completely relieved.

Since then, it's been solved quickly.

I went out with Cecil in front of the Queen's Majesty and told him that we had found the princess' cabin together. Cecil said he found the book in the cabin and read the manuscript of the princess and the knight in front of the queen.

The story felt more touching as Cecil's blunt voice trembled at the recitation. The princess lived without dying and met my love, and the king shed tears again after a long time knowing that the two of them died while together in a cozy forest.

When you hugged Cecil while crying, I cried a little bit. My mother looked at me with a look that she couldn't cry or laugh. I was going to say that you can stop blaming yourself, but I just said this.

"This is due to Cecilia. Cecilia has already formed an investigation team to find Princess Edwina's son."

I said this looking at the crying king and his mother.

"Detective Squad?"

"Yes, I assume she's a little bit younger than me or Cecil. He wouldn't have gone far, given what he left in the cabin.”

"That's where you found it."

"Yes, if you look at the cabin, there are no shoes or clothes left. If you see orange juice cups, grilled onions, and white bread, you left the cabin in a hurry, so you wouldn't have taken all your clothes, would you? But I don't know if he has any clues as to what kind of kid he is, but he's a very simple-minded guy."

Cordelia, did you notice? Yes, I've already started reading Sherlock Holmes you gave me. I knew that if I tried to imitate his talent, everyone would be impressed. Mother and King Seon nodded their heads, as expected. I quickly turned the ball to Cecil.

"Ceselia examined all of this. And then he gave me the next job."

When I said that, Cecil quickly took over the following words.

"I'd like to meet Archie with the job of looking for her, if your mother would allow me to."

"Sessil, did you really organize a squad to find him?”

"Yes, and most importantly now, Princess Edwin's child is coming back to the throne, Mother. Isn't that right, Your Majesty?

When Cecil said that, the king seemed a little touched.

"Cessil, just call me Grandpa."

Now that you've said all these things.

I was quick to steal that impression and make a noise.

"If you bring him to the royal family, there will be a lot to teach. He grew up alone in a forest cabin."

Her Majesty nodded.

"Mother, after your father's death, you're probably alone now. I can't wait to find him and let him know that he still has many family members. We have to teach succession, teach royal manners, and so on. You're not looking for her for that. We need to create an environment where there is no stress. Perfect affection."

"Without any stress..."

His Majesty the King recited.

"Yes, it's Cesarean or Military, so you have to love him before you teach him that. What do you think, mother? Does your mother agree?"

The queen had a rather sour expression, but she nodded her head.

Cecil looked at me and smiled like a snake.

I returned the smile to Cecil like a pure flower.

What do you say, Cordelia? Will you give me some compliments?

a review of one's

To all the readers who read it,

I serialize it every day like a pure flower,

Like an evil snake, I want to receive your recommendations and comments.

I'll write down like a cow to plan a storm annual meeting to repay your kindness.

P.S. And TMI: Before Archie held Cecil's hand, their closest touch was the act of putting Cecil's saliva on his cheek. Spitting...Yes, it's a very ideal brother and sister. I'll talk about it next time. Thank you for reading today.