Fairy Tale Chronicles

"Wow..."

"You're beautiful......"

On the day of the wedding. The bride and groom who entered the cathedral, led by the ringing bell sound of the cleric apprentice, it was also particularly to the appearance of the bride, and the spring vegetables could not forbid words of admiration. We had switched to party chat to avoid breaking the venue's atmosphere, but otherwise it was possible that our voices would have resonated in a strangely quiet venue.

The bride and groom walk slowly through such a venue, attracting the attendees in an instant. Unlike church ceremonial weddings on Earth, the ritual itself takes place exclusively from the beginning to the end with the priest and his auxiliaries and the bride and groom, so there is no human being as an escort, only led by a cleric apprentice who assists in the ritual. Since there is nothing else to hit the so-called hymn, it is silent until the admission of the bride and groom after the clergyman has declared the beginning of the ceremony.

There are other fine differences, but the bride and groom's costumes are not so different from Earth's church ceremony weddings. The groom's clothes are designed closer to the mornings than the tuxedo. The costume, gracefully shaped but not excessively decorated, was a good reflection of Avin's manhood, stretching out his spine and walking dignified, showing around that the bridegroom was also the star without losing the glamour of the bride.

For the record, the potato worm, whose name hasn't been decided yet in the end, is kept by Doga, who refrains from doing so outside. Doga is eligible to participate, but this time she's turning around to see if there's anything she thinks. I haven't decided on the name of the potato worm because I was asked to do a lot of things at my wedding tease when I talked about my plans for the day as of breakfast, and I completely forgot the name of the ship, the ship registration and the set.

"That's right, Your Highness, Avin. The wedding, the groom probably feels like an aside, but His Highness was eaten at all by the bride. '

"Right. After all, royalty is a big deal."

Both Hiroshi and Tatsuya only come up with words of praise for what looks like a really good bride and groom, other than stunning.

The wedding goes on solemnly while the whole venue compliments Avin and Presea not to sound like that, either internally or by means of party chat or other means.

As a first ritual, priests, clerics, and cleric apprentices celebrate in good spirits as they take steps of celebration. At the end of the celebration, which was followed by words for the old ritual, the oath of oath began to accompany the wedding.

"Groom, Avin. Bride, Presea. Do you swear to love and support each other when you are sick or healthy, and to keep walking together until death divides you two?

"I swear."

To the word of the priest, the reply of Avin and Presea sums up. And he shall receive the reply, and the priest shall take up the cup with a grace upon the altar, and shall raise it high. Holy water filled with the raised cup rises without sound and becomes a thin membrane over the bride and groom's head. And...

"From now on, blessings will be given to the two new couples!

At the same time as the priest's proclamation, the holy water, which became a thin membrane, turns into fog and wraps the bride and groom.

"God has also recognized the two as husband and wife! Bride, Avin, it's the bride, Presea! Show the world you've become a husband and wife!

The fogged holy water covers the two in full, and the priest makes a declaration of finishing in a lightly damp place. Avin and Presea exchange enthusiastic embraces, according to the priest's proclamation. At that moment, the Cathedral is filled with applause and a voice of blessing.

"Now a new couple has been recognized by God and the world! All of you, spare no effort for this new couple!

The priest made his final declaration in a voice unbeatable by applause, and the wedding marked the end.

"I was expecting you, but after all, it's just me and True Harp touring the parade, right?"

"We're talking about serving one to the dinner party, can't we?

"Well, it looks like I promised His Highness Avin..."

A certain luxury inn, facing the main street of Lugent. The room with the best view of the parade, prepared by the royal palace side of the table. In that room Tatsuya and Makoto were waiting for the parade to begin with their drinks in one hand. On the knee of the true harp stands a potato worm deposited from the macro.

The three of us, Hiroshi, Spring Vegetables and Mio, cook a dish for dinner party due to the mere wishes of Avin and Presea. Normally, they are not allowed to enter the kitchen per se, but all three are cooks whose name is already known in the upper class and culinary world, and because they also have Aeris status coverage as well as Avin and Presea, they were allowed to participate in the form of special provisions during the special case.

A large number of people are pushing because it is the only direct line of the present royal family, Princess Presea's marriage parade, or even this on Main Street. Numerous soldiers guard such a spectator from blocking the way, and the street performers walk while also securing the route.

Other guests await the start of the parade in the same luxury accommodation in the same location. As is the case in every country, the royal family, when it is also the wedding of the heir to the throne, will be very hasty in the castle on that day. For this reason, it will be a certain courtesy on the invited side to wait in the room reserved until the parade begins on the day of the wedding, moving to the tea party venue and deepening the interaction as much as the parade was in the second half.

It should be noted that drinks prepared at times like this are basically non-alcoholic. Because travel is quite frequent, both organizers and invitees are in trouble if they get drunk. Therefore, basically, no one complains about this matter either. Instead, it's manners, rather than implicit rules, that you don't drink alcohol even if you have a choice.

For the record, Octogal stands by for a prank that he's reading the air and making it big, no matter what, he hasn't come this way, and that he splashes petals from above in conjunction with the parade. I haven't exaggerated my existence until now, because there are quite a few great people who don't seem to make sense of the story, so it seems like an operation that twitches and penetrates after this settles down at the wedding.

Some other individuals are fighting backwards, squid and underwater, but in the ocean, squid seems to be one of the better, and hasn't even reached captivity. Octogal, which at first glance appears to be infinitely increased, also has its limits, which seem not to allow it to approach Rügent under the present circumstances, as there are not enough numbers at all for the breadth of the sea.

The penetration that if individuals waiting to scatter petals over the sky join the search would be futile to tell Octogall. It seems to make Alanwen like it too, as it is true that it is water on the baking stone, even if it increases in number to that extent anyway.

"As far as this view is concerned, if spring vegetables were here, it would seem like you could say something about a stall."

"Right. The seabream grill is perfect because I discovered the beans, and I'm sure they'll do it."

"I haven't been doing any stalls lately, even though I've been cooking them out, so I've been complaining about the cravings around them."

"Thinking about it, it's good to have a group of students around the kitchen."

mouth on the beverage in your hand, saying, etc. It's a ginger ale variant beverage mixed with grated shoga and squeezed lemon in honey and divided by carbonated water. Whether the honey quality is good or the problem with the variety of shoga and lemon, the acidity of the lemon and the spiciness of the shoga are not very noticeable, or the sweetness of the honey is not too strong. It is quite a dish with a well-balanced flavour and refreshing spiciness that will not remain later.

From the unique and refreshing fragrance, it seems that vanilla, which is the ingredient of the iodine, is also used. If you check how it is made, it is likely that other ingredients you do not know are used.

"If Spring Vegetables drinks this, are you going to try homemade after all?

"If you think about Druzen, you'll definitely try first."

True harp agrees with Tatsuya's words, who ordered a replacement as she liked it, while giving the potato worm on her lap a tea receptacle nut. Thoroughly obsessed with the habit of thoroughly passing through when going through, and with what touches the harp line, is what Hong and Spring Vegetables have in common. It is likely that Spring Vegetables were not poisoned by the Macro either, but originally had such a temperament.

"Whoa, the street performer's movements have changed. Is it time?"

"Maybe."

To Tatsuya's words, Makoto also stops wearing potato worms and turns his gaze to the street. At that time, the door to the room is knocked.

"Go ahead."

"I'll Grandpa"

It was Aeris accompanied by a doga who came into the room.

"Good day. Looks like it's time to start."

"Yes, I'm glad I made it"

Aeris nods at the words of True Harp and looks out onto the street side by side. I had originally planned to see the parade in the same room, but in my position, I had to do a small errand, and I had never been able to enter this inn before.

"You got a whistle squad coming out."

"You're out."

Eagle Eye Skills acquired in a forbidden library. That makes Tatsuya and Makoto capture the appearance of a whistle squad coming out of the castle gate, which should be quite a distance away. Like Mio on a boulder, I don't have enough vision to discern the look on each and every one of the heartbeats, but I'm pretty sure it's pretty much just what I'm seeing in the first place.

Speaking of Main Street, there can be no more lodging and so on at such a distance as to be able to capture the castle gates with normal human sight than there is an upper-class living compartment along the way. The accommodation is one of the finest, but it's still in the upper class district. Facing the main street, the section is lined up with factional nobles, and they can't place the inn close to the castle due to the fact that they also maintain law and order in the upstream area.

To add, the section about five hundred meters from the castle gate is banned from entry this time, and there are no people around. The nobles of this country are also invited by the factional nobles facing the streets to gracefully await the parade from the terrace of the mansion and elsewhere. Outside the mansion there is a line of noble servants who live in the streets, and once the parade begins, the owners of each house and the invited noble family are scheduled to come out and give their compliments. Civilians are coming to see just about this inn, and the main spectators are wealthy people in a position that isn't enough to look good.

Faction and finance systems, which are often unfamiliar, also cooperate properly in times like this. It's about the prestige of the state, so I don't owe you anything like this. On the day you do that, it will be natural, because that will lead to a crisis of home snatching.

"Well, it's time for a record."

The lead whistler has come out, so the parade undoubtedly begins. Step on it that way and throw some magic crystals for the record, a trumpet towards the sky. It's a high-performance product that combines the functions of a photographer, film, and projector, and is an excellent thing to shoot while flying through the sky while disappearing. Because it is an inorganic object, there is no sign of it, and if it is not detected by magic, its location cannot be known. It is a shooting device that I can only assume exists for hidden photography.

Of course, the macro made is set up to prevent crime in a useless way so that it cannot be used for theft, but if it was not the macro made, it would definitely be an item that would have experienced various problems mainly in changing clothes and that way.

"Still, it's hard to be royal or noble"

"Right. You're gonna have to exaggerate a lot to get married, and when you're the heir, you're gonna need a parade like this."

Tatsuya and Makoto feel subtly sympathetic to Avin and Presea, who are smiled and waved while being exposed for a while for congratulatory reasons, listening to the slowly approaching playing of the whistle squad. For the two of us, genuine ordinary people, I honestly don't want to be in a position to be taken around the city while exposed to a large number of sights, even if we can have them celebrated with respect.

However, since both Avin and Presea have probably been able to get out of public from a very young age, there is no great burden in being exposed to humans in this way.

Think about it so much, and the true harp that raises concerns about Aeris. Just the right opportunity, so I open my mouth to make sure.

"Hey, El, Uncle Dollar"

"What is it?

"What?

"If Elle marries someone, is there a parade like this or something?

Aeris and Doga listen to the true harp question and think about it for a while. Doga opens her mouth first after a fitting and silent reticence that if she stares at the head of the whistle squad even if she doesn't have vision skills.

"Right. In the current position of Master Aeris, it is unlikely that she will ever marry him outside the country. Then we'll definitely have a wedding in Urs first. If so, one of the parades might become necessary, given the way they are now admired. Even if it turns out to be a marriage outside the country, something similar will probably happen at the place of the marriage."

A Japanese group with the expression, wow, on Doga's conclusion. Aeris opens his mouth even further, as he supplements it.

"Perhaps after the ceremony, Elaine, your sister will also parade. Elaine, your sister's medical condition is now widely known, and as a cut-off that can largely prove that it has dissolved, marrying Lord Fernoch is a good idea. Plus, there's another celebration of the birth of a new Duke family that hasn't been around for the last few generations, so your sister's marriage parade will run even in the sense of showing once again the country's prestige as Farlane, which has been rocking for some time now"

"Even when it comes to Dear Aerys' marriage, that aspect still emerges. I'm not even an adult yet, so I'll be three years ahead of you, probably at least five years ahead."

Tatsuya and Makoto wonder how difficult the future of Hiroshi is for Aeris and Doga to answer. Probably because the assumed Aeris opponent, whose head is definitely ambitious.

"Are you okay with parading or something, assuming Hiroshi and Elle are getting married?

"It hasn't been two years, because I can assure you that the Azma Workshop has almost rooted for Ursus. The jizz demolition noise earlier proved that your lords have penetrated the virus considerably in a short period of time, and at the same time proved that you are a group that can deconstruct all those monsters. That's all the group and the royal family can declare, so there's a good reason."

"Ah, I see..."

To Doga's explanation, a true harp convinced from the bottom of my heart. Even if you don't think about it, the quickest way to take in a person, or a group, who can't let go wild in a detour is to marry your body. Happiness or unhappiness, in the case of the Azma Workshop, there was basically no connection with the honey trap of its kind, since the person most to be taken in, Hiroshi, is a severe feminine phobia.

Aeris, however, is one of the few outside people who is likely to be able to wedge in there. It is also positive in this case that there is too much popularity, popularity and authority to allow another country to marry him, and even Tatsuya and Makoto, who are inside him, if they succeed, have some of them, and to a certain extent they support them. It's not surprising that a country called Farlane gets serious when it's a really good combination, including around age.

In other words, the likelihood that a macro will be allowed to do this kind of parade is not zero.

"... Anyway, it doesn't look amazing that Elle is standing on a carriage dressed like that..."

"It's bad for him, but it's hard to say..."

Tatsuya and Makoto say their very rude thoughts as they see Avin and Presea at last. Aeris listens to those two opinions silently with a troubled look on his face. But that was also until the whistle squad walked in front of the inn.

"Avin, your brother and Presea sister-in-law are very nice..."

"Whatever the parade is, wedding dresses aren't a girl's eternal yearning..."

"This is a lot of couples who want to get away with it, definitely"

Such stories are completely forgotten as to whether or not to parade if Hiroshi and Aeris are to marry each other, to the beautiful figure of the Royal Couple with majesty and the friendly appearance that can be seen in the distance.

As we passed in front of the inn, Tatsuya smiled and waved back to Avin and Presea, who had eyes and smiled. At such a foot, a completely forgotten potato worm crawled around with nothing to eat, secretly eating the human hair loss in this room, which was falling subtly.

Behind the parade, the kitchen was the battlefield.

"No, no, no! Can you send me to both Your Highnesses' dinner parties like this? Peeling is a mess! Start over!"

"Ooh, the lower ends! This is a special day! I'd be fired if I had a job full of shit like always!!

The wedding of Avin and Presea. For that special dinner party, the veterans in positions of chief scold the lower end together, wielding signs of overzealousness and no longer killing.

There's no point in them killing each other. The dishes to be prepared from now on are not the only ones from the dinner party. They also make snacks to serve to tea parties and meals to serve to guests' men behind supper parties.

Usually, tea party snacks are served in the servant's cafeteria anyway, but only this time they are treated differently. Even when it comes to the guests' men in the first place, there are a few people in their capacity and position who wouldn't be surprised if they were supposed to attend dinner parties, like Doga. So if you serve a meal of poor ministers, a country called Faldania will be ashamed.

As a result, there is a need to cook a daily amount and variety of dishes that are not even made at parties of extra size, and it has to be a battlefield no matter how much it is raised.

"... we rent the kitchen, okay?

"It is the nomination of both Your Highnesses, and your nobility has reached our ears. Feel free to cook whatever you want without worrying."

A vice chef who smiles and affirms to a corner of the kitchen that is killing me, spring vegetables that seem anxious to occupy a lot of space. The smile but the eyes were serious, so much so that the separation between the three Hongdas was so much a willingness not to accept anything semi-productive and an uplifting desire to steal anything that could be stolen.

Because he sees it like that, only this corner was a kind of vacuum zone where the chef wasn't even close. Most of all, if the chef's back was untrained, he would have said eloquently that I was the one standing there without the overall command.

"So, uh, the ingredients are in our possession?

"I'll let you see the poison, but that's fine"

"Is it okay to make the main meat dish?

"If possible, you can make something else"

Hiroshi and Mio indulge the ingredients through their eyes on the scheduled menu next to the spring vegetables that meet with the deputy chef. The conclusions I made.

"If you think about balance, you can use it to get to Galvalenzia."

"Mm-hmm. Behemoth or something could drive away other dishes"

And maybe we should be in charge of dessert and fish dishes.

"Agreed"

It was.

"See, what about fish dishes and desserts, as meat dishes honestly steak Galvalangelian Here meat?

"Fish dishes are like seared sand gatsuo or something?

"That's so weak, why don't you accompany the sand oyster carpaccio"

A menu that decides to go really crisp. There, spring vegetables wait.

"Wouldn't Galvalenzia's steak be a little too easy?

"Hey, you want a Herekatsu?

"Right, maybe that's fine. It feels like three types of sauce: tonkatsu sauce, demi-glazed sauce and grated ponzu."

A macro that listens to the claims of spring vegetables and changes them to a slightly laborious menu. Even so, to the extent that I have had more trouble putting on clothes, it doesn't really make that much difference.

"But then the pong vinegar goes on"

"Here, change the fish dish. Per the desert lobster gratin?

"Or around a sautéed rosary."

In line with the opinions that emerge, the macro keeps arranging more and more ingredients. Because of the huge amount of ingredients, instantly the top of the cooking table is filled with ingredients.

It should be noted that Rosaria is the largest fish monster to be caught on Lake Roudell, a giant ivana characterized by a rose-like pattern more than two metres in size and in the abdomen. It is a luxury ingredient with relatively few humans who can cook, sometimes more difficult to cook and less numerous than a troll bird.

For the record, Rosalia is in Honda's Ingredient Stock. It's not a rare ingredient that we tailored ourselves to procure, but it's in stock with the rare flow that the only ingredient we could normally procure was Rosalia when the purchase was delayed due to harassment at the time the Azma Dining Room opened. Although I bought about ten of them, they were not available in the dining room for the price or for the difficulty of cooking the ingredients, and they were completely dead after cooking and tasting one or two of them. It's not hard to imagine why Rosalia's purchase was the only thing that didn't interfere.

The reason I knew I couldn't use it and bought it was because I wanted to keep the purchase route for when the harassment was resolved, and it was pretty hard to get spring vegetables. Fishermen are also grateful for the Azma dining room, which purchased as many as ten of them, even though they could not use them, because they were very fond of Rosalia, which was a rare and big fisherman. They still give priority to the most affordable of the best fish of the day every day to reward me for it.

"If you want to see balance with Galvalangeia, Rosalia?

"Let it go. If Galvalangeia has a dark-eyed dish or a refreshing eye for Rosalia, then yes."

"Master, Sister Chun. Dessert, what do we do?

"I'd better come up with something to match the cutlets, but I think a little assortment based on the pudding would be fine"

Then, the general menu is finalized. The deputy chef, who watched the flow until then in silence, leaks a sigh unexpectedly of all its stunning ingredients.

When the boulder has as much arm as he does, you can see at a glance whether the ingredients arranged are within your control. About sand oysters are the only ones I can assure you can cook deliciously of anything that comes out, and Sand Gatsuo is not sure he can cook deliciously even if he tells me to cook it right now.

Desert lobsters and rosaria seem to be able to cook themselves, but I don't think they can cook decent food without doing a few prototypes. There's a far greater distance between having an arm that can cook and actually being able to cook than people who don't cook think.

As far as Galvalenzia goes, the cook who works for this castle won't even be able to put one person through the fire. Honda cuts it as if nothing's going on, but even where they borrowed the amuon steel knife they use, it's impossible for the cooks in this castle to cut the right amount so they don't waste the ingredients.

At this point, the deputy chef had fully admitted to Honda.

"Participants sure did fifty, including us, didn't they?

"Yeah."

"Here, this is how much meat you have, including tastings and stuff?

"I think that's about as good as it gets"

The vice chef's feelings are approximated, and Hongda continues to take a look at it in normal driving. Spring vegetables will cook sautéed rosaria next to Hiroshi's finned cutlets, and Mio will accompany both dishes.

There was no longer an inch of stray in that team play that reached the realm of skill, and instantly a plate of meat and fish dishes was completed.

"Just in case, tasting please"

"... accepted"

The deputy chef, who was called out by Spring Vegetables and was focused on burning their cooking work to the brain, returns to me. Honestly, I don't even suspect that they are the best dishes ever served at this dinner party. But it's another story that worries me about how much it tastes as a cook.

Ship to spring vegetable offer, and listen to the description of the dish all the time, if you want to start with it, cut the size fin cutlets into smaller pieces that can be eaten in one bite, and mouth without putting anything on first.

"... wonderful"

The crunchy clothes wrap the finned meat with concentrated meat umami, entertaining the mouth with both texture and taste. Honestly, this is enough, but I'll try each of the three sauces because they're cornered out.

Tonkatsu sauce is the only sauce that specializes in a dish called cutlets, and goes well with fin cutlets as far as I can't help commenting. In the case of demiglass sauce, it adds to the meat flavor and convinces me that the lead is only finned meat. Contrary to the two previous varieties of grated pong vinegar, it erases the fate of fried foods, fate, plus a hint of acidity enhances your appetite and makes you feel like you could eat as many as you want.

Three kinds of sauces that are difficult to follow. Ultimately preferred, the deputy chef liked the orthodox tonka and sauce. One more thing because it's a corner, and I think when I look at the plate, there's one cutlet that should have been three more.

"People are going to split the ratings, but I think Demigrass Sauce is for this dish."

"Did I like this grated pong vinegar?

When the deputy chef was subtly stunned by the decrease in the number, the culprit, the head chef, and a man of high stature, had spoken out their thoughts.

"Chef! Your Highness Stewart!"

The deputy chef scolds the chef who stumbles on his own and a man who looks tall. However, the nuances are subtly different because the chef is scolding the fact that he left his job and stumbled on, whereas a man who seems to have a high profile is scolding him for coming into the kitchen in the first place.

"That's all right. Rumor has it the gods are on the buck that the Azma Workshop won't bother poisoning the little royalty, will it?

"No, no, no. The rice will be delicious, and you won't be poisoned regardless of who you're dealing with."

"If I put something like that in it, the flavor will break and it won't taste good"

A comment deliberately misinterpreted the reason for undoubtedly scolding a man of high stature called His Highness Stewart. In response, Hong and Mio raise their voices of protest.

As a cook and an artisan, I can't believe I poison my cooking. It is artisanally inexcusable that cooks are disqualified from making and eating things that cannot be eaten except by prototyping, and that adding poison takes root in the original function of cooking.

Therefore, conscience and artisan pride, such as poisoning the diet and eliminating the target, are means that can never be taken for both reasons.

"In the first place, I am saying that noble people are better off in the kitchen and not stumbling around!!

"I heard the princess would stand in the kitchen herself and cook breakfast for over a hundred people?

"Do not join the princess witch who is cooking as part of her training and Her Royal Highness who comes in just for stuffing!!

Higashi has a distant eye while somehow swimming her gaze in the direction of the day after tomorrow for an exchange like a cont. I don't know about His Royal Highness Stewart, who imitates the habit of a colored man in the Thirty Roads like an evil kid, but the words of a deputy chef who slowly lifts Aeris are also oddly narrow shoulders.

Certainly part of the training is not a lie. However, whenever the public hears that Aeris is highly regarded for cooking, she is somewhat uncomfortable knowing that the first place to start is because Hongchan and Spring Vegetables have woken up to a delicious meal as a result of feeding her.

"Hmm, this sautéed tastes strange. The flavour of the shoga works well, but it's refreshing without spiciness."

"Chef!!

While the deputy chef is distracted by His Royal Highness Stewart, the chef sneaks his hand into the sautéed rosary. Rosalia with a thin but firm flavour. Sautéed with a shoga-based sauce that enhances the flavour of its ingredients, I have the impression that it works very effectively as an ambush for the Galvalenzian finned cutlets that come out after this.

Even then, the face of the deputy chef, who was exposed from the side, becomes a complete ghost.

"Chef, it looks like the work over there is stopped altogether, but what are you going to do if you don't make it?

"Shh, sorry..."

The chef returns to his duties with his sleaze to the dialogue of the deputy chef, who has read a very complete bar of anger. After seeing it through, I turn again to His Highness Stewart.

"So, Your Highness, how can I help you yet?

"Oh, that, that. Just for a moment, I'd like to talk to these three, okay?

"The three of you still have work to do. Briefly, please."

"Sorry."

Turning his head to the words of the deputy chef, His Royal Highness Stewart turns to Honda.

"Well, you didn't introduce yourself yet. I'm Stewart. He is Presea's uncle and now His Majesty's brother. That's a good introduction. I was there yesterday, so I know who it is."

"Oh, thank you for this. So, what is the story of His Highness Stewart?

"I wanted to thank you."

"Thank you, sir?

"Oh. Avin's mother is my cousin. On that edge, I was pretty close to Avin and Elaine when I was a little girl. So how angry I was when I heard that the fool acted without thought and Elaine was dying, and how happy I was when I heard it was completely healed thanks to you guys"

I wanted to say a few thanks to Spring Vegetables, who lean their necks wonderfully, of which His Highness announces the first one.

"When I was little, what do you mean, now?

"Inside Faldania, it stinks a lot because of inheritance rights. When I went to see him badly, I had to weigh myself down from the time Catalina was born, because I had quite a few idiots who could have taken the flag and rebelled against my brother without permission."

"... that was hard again..."

"I'm single at this age because I can't even marry in a detour. Something like this, I'm wondering if I don't have to get married anymore, but nobody agrees with me. I'm in."

"... there, with no comment please..."

Hard to comment Spring vegetables clouding words without hiding his rather troubled expression in His Highness's blur.

"So, Elaine cured herself safely and Avin joined us as son-in-law. I'm finally going to be free. And I appreciate that."

"Um, considering why Your Highness had to refrain from marrying me, I don't think I can say for sure yet..."

"I heard you guys gave Avin and Presea bedding that would make it easier to have kids. Because we're young and we love each other so much, we'll be able to hear reports that we're pregnant next year."

To His Highness Stewart, who somewhat confidently speaks out, Spring Vegetables will face skepticism about how it is on the boulder. Just increasing the odds, definitely not why, but I no longer know how to convince His Royal Highness Stewart that I am certain.

As a matter of fact, no matter how we calculate this three months later, we discover the gestation of Presea, which we can only assume was given on the first night, and a year after the birth of the first, we give the second, and three years later the third and fourth, to alleviate the under-representation of the royal family at once, but it goes without saying that His Royal Highness Stewart, who is convinced that Presea will soon be given a child, could not have predicted just that far.

"Anyway, I appreciate you guys. I'm officially relinquishing my inheritance, so I don't have much power, but tell me anything I can do."

"Right. If anything happens..., there it is."

"What? You got something for me?

"You know what, Your Highness? Weren't there any of the people who were inciting His Highness to inherit the throne who said Bardo?

"Oh, if that's the case, he's already executed. Unlike Farlane, it wasn't enough to go out in public, but when I was investigating it, I had that information hooked up over there, so I killed him for a good reason after a purification appraisal."

Your Highness Stewart said something very scary about the Spring Vegetable Inquiry. To that answer, subtly pull the Japanese together. Baldo has been repelled in many ways so far, but this is the first time we have encountered a case in which the powerful used their power to dispose of it. The lack of forgiveness still scares the guy who's in power.

Most importantly, this could have been done because Faldania has less restraint on the exercise of royal power than Farlane, and no human being would have rebelled against ending the trinkets behind it that plot things from the good with such a degree of forceful exercise of power. Nothing, I'm not saying that the Faldanian royal family is better than the Farlane royal family, only the difference due to changes in the legal system and the political environment over the last half century or so.

In the first place, fewer countries, like Farlane and Lauren, take a legal system that creates problems for kings who are supposed to be supreme powers to punish clear insurgents. If it is a normal country like Faldania, it is weirder not to be able to eliminate the Baldo, which is moving as boldly as Farlane, unless it is somewhat incompetent.

Well, since it is Baldo's job to work in the direction of gradually corrupting the centre based on the fact that if it moves flashly, it will be eliminated, it may be possible to use it as an indicator to some extent in assessing the politics of the country.

"Nevertheless, Your Highness, some subtly gullible way of talking. Well, the king of the foray probably did, too."

"I'm not worthy of the throne, and if I'm doing it to make you think I'm worthy of the throne, I'm stained."

"I'm having a lot of trouble..."

"The struggle is almost over. I'd really appreciate it."

They had a lot going on. His Highness Stewart, who continues to tell of the smudges and the joy of being liberated. I can't think of any words to hang like that. Even the vice chef, whose novel is loud from earlier, does not break his attitude that he is laborious.

"Now, I apologize to the boulder for stopping my hand any longer. I don't need it. I'm going to call evil push, and I'm leaving with this. I'm sorry you stopped."

"Ah, Your Highness. If you don't mind, take this."

Spring vegetables offering his stock of sweets to His Highness Stewart, who subtly tried to walk away with an untrained look on the dish. Because it was removed, we should not go into the fact that it was a mushroom-shaped and tacheon-shaped chocolate confection that came out.

"Ooh, thanks. Honestly, I'm starving."

Don't hesitate to receive the chocolate confectionery given to you by Spring Vegetables, and now it's time for you to leave the kitchen, Your Highness. Prepared after this, Pudding a La Mode once again attracted the deputy chef, sweeping the dinner party with the two earlier dishes, planting the name of the Azma Workshop even this, as well as playing a role in enhancing the authority of Avin and Presea.

"Really, it's a bad thing between things..."

"Again, we should have gone by sea!

"I'll say so. The sea route is also experiencing considerable delays this time. The damage was minimal because it was the route over the mountain, but two major storms are hitting it directly. If you do it badly, it could have even been sea algae chips along the way."

Just around that time Honda was preparing for dinner. The princess of Waldis, who had finally arrived in Alphato, the capital of Marcto, was greatly tempted to hear that Conne, who had been counting on the Prime Minister, was already on his way to Faldania.

The date on which one line arrived in Alphato had indeed slightly stepped down its plans, but in the meantime the sea route between Alphato-Droitte had also been significantly delayed, as the sea route had twice been stopped by typhoon-based storms. If you hear that a long line by road and a ship that sailed the Droitte on the same day are arriving at about the same time, you can see how flashy a storm struck directly.

Logistics isn't really that confusing because it's common sense of the Marctoes that there are many storms between Alphato-Droitte this season and it's normal for about ten days of ocean journeys to stretch threefold and fourfold. Currently, there is information in there that a third typhoon is already hitting Droitte directly and that shipping is likely to be delayed again. The government and commercial guilds seem quite busy because they are collecting supplies from here and there to counteract it, but this is something I am used to because it is also an annual matter.

"Besides, it was a month ago that they left for Faldania. We didn't make it from the start, even if the sea was going well."

A woman who is pointed to the truth by a middle-aged man and gets stuck all the time. Kone, whom the middle-aged man was counting on, is the Chancellor's katana. Unfortunately, if a prime minister is to come out for a celebration like this one, he is in a position to inevitably follow.

For the record, Princess Maria is currently about seven and a half months pregnant. When I left, I felt ill from obstructions, etc., and was rather suspicious that I would be able to withstand a long voyage, so it took me a doctor stop to leave a message. For this reason, it is only here that the Royal Palace struggled so hard to let the Chancellor of the Order go alone.

"But we're talking about Princess Maria remaining in the land! Can't we meet somehow?

"There's no way I can do that. He's a noble man, his wife, and he's a pregnant woman, isn't he? Besides, Maria was indeed a princess of Farlane, but she is already married and out of touch. Assuming we have met, the bridge with Farlane will be tough at present without His Excellency the Chancellor."

You don't even know that, a middle-aged man who answers that in a sighing symphony, looking at a woman with a subtle contempt. A woman who blinks for a moment at the words and attitudes and turns even more hysterically. Ignoring such a woman, Princess Reefa opens her mouth.

"First, check assumptions"

"What should I be?

"How safe is this place?

"Right. Whatever the cult is, it's safe to the extent that Waldis can't get his hands on it directly."

In reply to the man, Reefa nods small. Then continue with the important question.

"Prime Minister and how long is it going to take for your handover to come back?

"Probably a month away at the most. We haven't even heard about the wedding dates, but given the boat's feet and departure times, let's start within a few days at the latest, and we've heard that the finer diplomatic connections that follow are nothing like bringing them in from Marcto. When they're done, they'll probably come back with a transfer team or long-range transfer magic, so come back in about two weeks unless you're stuck in some weird trouble."

"Your handover will undoubtedly return with you then?

"Regardless of the time of return, I assure you that we will only be returning together. He's a man of use who keeps him by his side all the time. Even the same prime minister's trumpet talent will be fine, as we are taking people for different purposes to leave behind."

The non-scheduled part is a middle-aged man who confidently affirms. Since the wedding itself was not scheduled, and there is no information on what date the ceremonial tears are moving, there will be no choice but to assure you there.

The reason I can assure you that the Chancellor will return with metastatic magic is simple, because he doesn't know when his wife will give birth, so it is only natural as a husband that he should try to leave. Finally, even though we try to turn around properly without being there for once, it is one of the major reasons why a man in a high office, the Prime Minister, is a little sick to open his country for a long time, and no one can blame him for letting him use the means of the transfer system with privilege.

Neither the katana nor the reason for coming back with me is so complicated. The handover of the middle-aged man, the katana, is like an additional unit on the server, so to speak, so it's set behavior with the prime minister, unless there's a reason to do so. The katana himself is more than useful enough to detach and place elsewhere, but it would be more efficient for the Prime Minister, who is the most high-performing being, to be able to perform to the fullest extent possible if he were to act together.

That is the common perception of the entire government of Markt, including the Prime Minister himself, so it is unlikely that the Prime Minister will only remain on the ground with his katana when he returns.

"Well, one last question"

"Go ahead."

"This is where you can keep yourself safe for that supposed period of time?

Princess Reefa's last inquiry, plus a middle-aged man with a slightly troubled face.

"Yeah, you're not sure, are you?

"Absolutely, I can't be sure that it will be. But let's just say it's safer than anywhere else we've ever been through."

To the words of a middle-aged man, Reefa snorts small. Apparently, I couldn't get distracted for a while, so I observed the blurry room.