Dorei Tensei – Sono Dorei Saikyou no Moto Ouji ni Tsuki –

"That's exactly what costumes are for horses."

As soon as Celestia entered the costume room without permission, she said that.

However, Celestia's expression did not say so and she seemed to be holding back laughing.

When I look at myself in a full-body mirror, I don't think I look that good. Certainly looked better back in Ars Ditland, but that's not what Celestia knew.

"Doesn't it look that good? I think it's pretty good."

Wallace, you're in trouble.

"It's okay. I can't see it if I put my armor on it."

On my journey, I was to dress like Celestia in knighthood.

You're supposed to be wearing more swords than armor, but you'll only be able to use them for a limited amount of time. Besides, I want to avoid such a situation as much as possible. I can't use it, and I can only use Royal Shrine Swordsmanship, which is passed on to the Kingdom of Carlitz.

"You're really good at switching attitudes. I thought it was a double personality," Celestia said surprisingly.

I only take this attitude when I'm alone.

When the royal palace is nearby, they change their attitude to boulders on Celestia's orders.

"If you go out there, don't worry about it."

"Does that bother you? Because I'm royalty, it's your job to protect me."

"Leave it to me. As long as I'm here, I won't let anyone do it."

Celestia left the costume room without saying anything.

I put my finger on my forehead and wondered if I said something wrong, but nothing came to mind at all. The reality that my mental age, 47 years old, may already be too different from that of a child like that. I wouldn't be surprised if I had a daughter like that.

"Hah... I don't know what my mental age is like," I exhaled.

That afternoon, before leaving, Celestia wanted to water the flowers, carrying them underneath the flowers of Balamus growing in the corner of the backyard.

Balamus is a beautiful flower with lots of red petals overlapping.

It is more difficult to grow in flowers and is often raised in wealthy aristocracy.

I grew up in the past, so I experience the difficulty with myself. However, Celestia seems to have grown the flowers well.

Next to Celestia, who waters flowers, I said, impressed, "Balamus is a difficult flower to grow, but he has grown so much."

"You know very well this is Balamus. I'm not supposed to be a slave."

"... I studied so hard to serve Celestia."

"That doesn't look like the type to study for," Celestia said, surprisingly staring at me.

I thought I might be able to escape again like before, and I said, "You know, I'm going to do that if I'm going to leave Celia alone."

There is no lie in this word.

Because it's true that both parents and children want to beat you up again.

…………

Celestia keeps drinking water silently.

I don't think I made the wrong choice because I didn't run.

Celestia finishes the watering and reaches out to the Balamus flowers. However, when she grabbed the hand reflectively, Celestia turned her face to surprise her.

"Wallace, what's going on? Get your hands off me."

"Sorry, I can't do that. Balamus flowers and Balamus monkeys."

"Balamsmodoki?"

Seretia doesn't seem to know Balamsmodoki, and she bends her neck and stares at me suspiciously.

Balamsmodoki, unlike harmless Balamus, is a paralytic neurotoxic flower.

Flowers are similar, but when grown from seeds, the difference is clear and unequivocal.

"This is poisonous flower, look closely. The shape of the spines and the shape of the petals will be different."

"... if you ask me, it's definitely different."

Celestia compares the two flowers and slaps them lightly, saying, "I knew you well."

There are obvious differences in how other balamus are grown, and this was deliberately planted later, no doubt. I was worried about what it meant and what I should tell you, but I decided to keep quiet.

"It's only natural that the royal family should know this much. You've learned one thing," I said in a tone like a teacher.

Although Celestia wrinkles between her eyebrows and is slightly filled, she favourably accepts that "I still can't teach you how to be a slave." But I realized at the heart of the problem, "But it's strange... I wonder if there was such a bad child here."

It will be the work of those who do not want Celestia to leave credit, but even if they say it now, it will be confusing and will not have a good impact on their future journey. And I decided.

"I see... someone planted it on purpose. You must have tried me." That's why I forced you to twist it.

To my guess, Celestia said, "You didn't trust anyone but me. Well, I thought you passed because you noticed this flower." She held her mouth down to endure the eruption.

"I'm glad you're a good slave. If you were a stupid slave, you'd be making a fuss by now."

"Well, thank you for that.... thank you."

I couldn't find a word to call Celestia, who suddenly became a pussy.

Seeing me like that, Celestia held her mouth again and laughed.