Fake Cinderella

"Your Highness."

Called upon, consciousness returns to reality.

It was Uncle Stazen who was in front of me. This old knight, who seems to be a samurai with a tenacious body, does not speak in vain.

But I have a feeling of wonder and relief that I think I can rely on. It was very strange that this man was also a scholar with 'Vera'.

Thin blonde hair that seems to be out of the north...... many people in the north have silver hair or pale shades of gold hair. Many in the colour of the eyes are pale or watery, and the Earl is watery.

(More strange though, that talent is my escort captain)

"Your Highness, this will be the schedule for your return to the King's capital."

Kneel down and offer with both hands.

I got it.

"Thanks, I'll take care of you"

He opens his eyes slightly to his surprise, but immediately leaves with a gentle glance. We're all busy getting ready to return because it was sudden.

Since I woke up, I had only dealt with the samurai, but after the incident, I began to see closely what the escort knights looked like. He seems to have been on escort duty less conspicuously until now, but following the "crash" and "attempted poisoning," he couldn't even say that anymore.

(I'm not running away)

I'm not running back to the royal palace, which seems safer than here.

Murder intent directed at me... I clearly realized that.

Until now, I have not been able to clearly recognize my intention to kill. They said they were after me, but they felt it was too far away.

But not now.

(Mine, enemy)

You're after my life, enemy.

You may not yet know for real that you are going for your life.

But now I'm clearly aware that I'm in danger on a daily basis.

I come and go at work, at home and part-time, and sometimes, I go hang out with friends, and I'm far gone, and I didn't care for any shards at all about the danger to my life.

(Retaliation)

I am not a saint prince.

He's not cute enough to get hit and cry and fall asleep.

If he punches me in the right cheek, punch me back in both cheeks. I know you're an idiot, but a fight sold is the type to buy.

That I'm alive, that would be the best payback.

But that's definitely not enough.

Because El Lucia is nowhere to be found anymore.

(Even if this wasn't legitimate anger. Eight strikes is fine)

If they do, I'll do it again.

I remember a terrorist attack in America. The mud that the great powers fell into. The vicious circle spiral where retaliation calls for retaliation...... negative chain.

But I can't do anything anymore that didn't happen.

(Fuck you, I'm a weak person... these hands are too small...)

So I can't judge you with my own hands. I can't do it all over again... or kill people with this hand.

No matter how much I hated it, no matter how many moments I learned to kill, I don't think it's possible to do that to a human being who has lived mediocrely in 21st century Japan.

What I can do...... it......

(Revealing the killer)

This is not about him, the executor and the soup number he saw.

If there was another executor to replace him... it's not about that person either.

Executors will of course be guilty.

But the person who ordered me to be killed.

That person is the real killer.

(Send the ordained man into court)

That was the retaliation I had in mind.

All I can do is lay my hands on it indirectly.

Move that to your goal.

We'll be collecting information for a while.

The inability to gather information directly on its own is teething, and it hurts that I don't remember the crash.

Altirier may be looking at the killer.

If I remember, I might have solved this case all at once.

I wish I could ask a lot of people around like a reasoning novel, but when I do that, I can't help but stand out and explain around.

As a matter of fact, as for the crash, I suspected that in the beginning there might be a possibility of Altirier's suicide.

(Because...)

Because I somehow felt the emptiness of her heart, which was called the Puppet Princess.

Even if I didn't jump in from myself clearly, it's like going to a place like that knowing it's dangerous... maybe that's how I did things to try myself out.

The balcony on the lake is windy. It's a long night. Altirier is so lightweight, it's not weird to lose balance there...... an accident not necessarily intentional.

(But I can tell you that's never going to happen now)

As Altirier resurrected in me a little bit, I was beginning to think that was not the case.

I don't know everything about Altirier's mind. Sometimes I just feel blurred.

But just think about it and you'll see.

The emerging knowledge of Altilier is what she has studied hard to acquire.

(For what...?

I think that is a testament to her efforts to be the Princess Wang deserved.

For example, there was no way such a child could have gone from herself to a dangerous place.

Because she was bewildered that she meant something to the kingdom.

I can now clearly say that the crash was not an accident.

(so...... I don't run away)

I'm not going to run away and hide somewhere safe.

(It's just that this is AWAY, so we're going back home)

The enemy knows me, but I know neither the shadow nor the shape of the enemy.

So, at least, I want home advantages.

But it must still be overwhelmingly unfavourable.

(But because I decided not to run away)

It's okay. I don't jump into danger from myself.

I will not waste the effort that Altirier has overlaid.

I am the Crown Princess.

(Just pay the firepowder that takes you down)

Self-defense is imperative.

Even if that becomes a bit overdefensive, that would be acceptable. Probably.

The next day, after having all the disciplines in place, I received the usual morning greetings from the Duke.

The non-Lilian samurai, who refrain on the side, are busy carrying their luggage to the carriage. The knights of the escort were all chased to prep, except for the two who would also stand behind them.

"I was in danger of poisoning you. Normal escorts are not enough. You must contact Wang Du and receive instructions from His Royal Highness Prince Wang"

The Duke of Elsevelt vehemently disagreed with me when I told him I was going back to the royal palace.

Give many more reasons.

Well, I know how you feel. It would be a fuss if I returned it without being able to explain it like this.

"I'm leaving."

But I told him clearly again.

The Duke looked at me as surprised.

It would be because I had never been shown such willingness by Altirier.

Maybe he hadn't heard his voice speak yet.

"I will return to the royal palace."

I looked straight into the Duke's beautiful eyes and repeated.

Eyes that look blue and blue with the addition or subtraction of light.

(Oh......)

I learned that the color of my eyes was the color I inherited from this man.

"... you suspect Elsevelt"

The Duke asked, trying to squeeze his voice.

Without distracting myself, the eyes I was given back...... For the first time, I thought I was facing him.

I felt that one of his words was uttered with an extraordinary weight.

He was tired.

I guess I care a lot about who I am.

The short jaw is well maintained, and the dark hair in steel hues is glossy. There is no wrinkle in the skinny long clothes that are fashionable.

He looked younger than his age of forty-four, but in his eyes he sees a void. He's like an old man immersed in despair and giving up.

I replied, hoping to pass it on to him.

"No."

I don't know if it was the Duke or the samurai and escort knights who took my breath all the time. Or maybe it was both sides.

But to both, I found that my answer had been properly conveyed.

I dare not give a reason.

I don't want to do anything extra than not know where the real killer's eyes are.

So far, my only advantage still in Away is that Altirier is a twelve-year-old girl, but she has thirty-three years of experience in her life: me.

At best, I have to have you licking me thinking I'm just a twelve-year-old worldless princess.

"Okay. … could you at least allow my son to escort me"

Neither did the Duke make any particular inquiries. I just said it in a pleading voice somewhere.

I lean my neck. Will there be an escort for the Duke's son?

"The sons of the Duke, Dior and Lael, both belong to the Oriental Division"

Lilia explained it to me.

The Dardinian National Army is roughly the Six Divisions. Central division to each East, West, North and South division, then Kingsguard division. This has a private regiment of each nobleman. Since Elzeveld was a point in the east, it's not strange that the Duke's son works for the Oriental Division.

The Dardinian aristocracy is just a man, except for his son. Boys below second son only have enough way to get a priesthood or become military.

"Allow"

I get up, I get up.

The Duke thanked him with a soothing expression somewhere.

Honestly, no matter how many times I see him, the perception that this man is my father is not born. But I somehow felt that I had blood connected to this guy.

"Thank you for your help"

"No, Your Highness, I wish you well on the road."

The Duke says so and strikes a holy mark in front of me wishing him well on the road.

I nodded in response.

It was not at all in a situation where we could say that we had reconciled.

I can't forget my mother's chest pain.

But I felt like I walked over.

Maybe that was with the Duke.

On his departure, the Duke came to see me off to the outside.

Long before I could see my carriage, the Duke's figure continued to stay on the bouncing bridge of the castle.