Fake Cinderella

When I first visited the office in a week, it was in an unusual hustle and bustle.

"Can you explain what the hell is going on?"

The Lord in this room looked around at everyone with a soft grin.

I was laughing, but that glance wraps an absolute zero degree blade around me.

Whenever I see that look, I'm sure I'm not the only one who wants to put a kettle on the reputation of His Royal Highness the Kind King.

(Who the hell said this guy was gentle and merciful...)

The young man, with silver hair characteristic of the Dardier royal family and cold Ethereal Silver eyes, grins even more in front of him.

Prince Nadir-Eselbert-Dear-Deer-Ville-Derdier, my lord.

The appearance is very impressive.

The royal people have a very beautiful appearance because they have been layering beautiful forms of blood for generations. Amongst other things, this guy is neat.

"Ray."

Nadir's lips engrave my name.

My full name is Raymond-Wells-Ile-Rada Ristorade.

As for his identity, his Royal Highness Prince Wang is one of the consuls of Nadir.

The moment I am called to name, I remember the pain of being cut off because I do not have the answer he asks for.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. I haven't been able to figure out what's going on this past week because I've been adjusting my budget."

"... it wasn't over yet?

The coolness increased by about 20%.

"There were a few numbers that didn't fit."

Plus 30% increment. Combined, 1.5 times. I said with a cramped laugh because it sucks when I increase the amount.

"It's okay. 'Cause I figured out the cause."

"... so?

I am asked extraordinarily what you intend to do.

"Uh, could you let me spit out the repayment plus compensation and pretend that Your Highness won't see it because I'm going to use it like a carriage horse where I gripped my weakness"

Is it so strange that other colleagues have a donned look on my words?

"... ok"

Nadir thought only a little, but nodded quickly.

I guess I figured out who was choking up the budget, and that means I agree with my proposal.

It's easy to dispose of, but only the ones who do bad things can't finish what they're capable of.

Because I am a reuse proponent, I often make decisions that I take seriously once.

"By the way, what the hell happened?

To my inquiry, the scene calmed down with Sin.

"Huh?"

I was more confused by the pressing air somewhere.

But it still solidifies like everyone doesn't know how to answer and say it.

It was Nadir who opened his mouth.

"The Queen was attacked."

"What?"

Unexpectedly stunned.

Princess Wang is Her Royal Highness Princess Altilier, Duke of Elsevelt.

He is one of the most heavily guarded dignitaries of the nation, mainly because of his birth and bloodline.

From birth, it was decided to be the depositary of the royal family, called by the honorable name of Her Royal Highness the Princess, the Duke's Lady, before turning one, the wife of Nadir.

I'm twelve now.

She is such a silent and quiet princess that she is called under the alias Puppet Princess.

I'm a lot reluctant to say silent, and to be clear, I don't talk enough to make me want to suspect a little speech disorder.

Well, if it's as loud as chatting, Nadir seems to think it's better not to talk.

"He said he was thrown down to the lake from the third floor of the castle, and he was unconscious for a while"

"It would be obvious. It's winter! It's about time we put ice on the lake around there."

"Oh. Fortunately, the kid in that insane house broke the ice around him beforehand to play boat."

When I say children, my age shouldn't have been much different from ours.

"So there didn't seem to be any injuries"

Nadir said in a quiet tone, but a cold sweat poured down my spine.

He has a clear face, but Nadir must have been in quite a hurry, and he's also frustrated.

(to that evidence, I've been squeezing my hands since just now)

There's plenty of room for expression, but maybe, that's just good to fix.

The most indestructible man in this country is neither His Majesty the King nor Nadir.

Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess and only son of the Duke of Elsevelt family, Altilier.

There are other straight-line blood that can be king, but she is the only one who correctly draws the orthodox blood of Elzevelt.

"... why?

"I don't know why, I want to hear this one. Including the shadow confession, you put on more than 50 people? Still got behind it."

Even the guards at the table were carefully selected below the Earl of Stazen.

"... I mean, you're alive?

"Oh.... I also got the news that I woke up, but I'm not sure. I did Phil to Elsevelt because the information was so complicated and so unpredictable."

Phil-Lynn...... one of my colleagues so long I can't remember my full name. As for the feeling, the feeling of childhood training is stronger than that of a colleague.

Of all my childhood alumni who didn't weigh as much on their identities, all that remains is me and Phil Lynn and Serenius-Faddle, Viscount of Lius.

Initially, Nadir did not have a future to become a king prince. Instead of Prince Wang, there was no future called Prince.

As just a royal duke, Nadir should have sat at the royal end and stayed in college to think of his favorite research.

(but fate didn't leave Nadir alone)

First, His Majesty, the father of Nadir, was set up, Nadir was ordained first prince of the firstborn, and Nadir stood up at the same time that His Majesty took power.

The proximity of His Royal Highness the Prince Wang requires a high level of ability incomparable with the proximity of the Royal Duke, etc.

We're allowed to be here because we barely cleared that border.

So I think that Phil and Selenius have a slight bond or something different from the rest of the neighborhood.

Probably those two, too. Some memories connect us with hardship that no one else knows.

And in the ring of that bond, of course, was Nadir.

I don't call my name to face anymore, but in my mind it was probably the remnants of it that I always call it by that name Nadir.

"The Best Genius Ever Born of Royal Blood"

Since childhood, Nadir has always been told that.

And this very good man had the ability not to betray the expectations of different people who could be put on tangible intangibles.

Gentle and merciful, brilliant and excellent in the martial arts...... and his Royal Highness Prince Wang, who has never betrayed it, has been offered roughly the best compliment he can think of.

As a deputy to His Majesty the King, who hates government, he is the supreme power of our country, which is tantamount to substantial rule of this country, but only one weakness is Her Royal Highness.

Hard to say good relationship, but still, it doesn't mean bad. It is now the relationship between the Crown Prince and his wife that this does not mean anything because they are too different in age.

Political marriage can be established even if it is somewhat impossible, but it is impossible to tell a wife to think of a girl who is only twelve years old. Nadir is not a hobby or anything.

(How come Nadir's too busy?)

The current situation is that we have not even taken the time to walk over to each other for that matter. While I don't think we should keep doing this, I still have to stick with the arrow tip, now.

"... if it's true that you're returning to this king's capital, you could go wrong."

Selenius frowns at a piece of note in his hand that appears to be from a shadow confession.

If His Royal Highness's line were to return, he would use the official road, but Phil would surely take the earliest path. Due to various circumstances, we are familiar with the road while it is not on the map. And Phil, of course.

"I don't care if Phil goes wrong. Anyway, I have to look into this at Elsevelt. That's just fine."

I prayed lightly that Phil Lynn would not return by mistake. [M] I know it's okay because it's about Phil, but he does terrible poka sometimes, so I can't get distracted.

"Are you sure the princess is safe? There's no such thing as false alarm, is there?

One note at a time carefully read the official emergency reports, one by one, and let them hang with Serenius, while Viscount Katras-Jerdia of Lada, the lead secretary of Prince Wang, spills with an anxious look.

"Well, it's probably not a mistake because we have the same contact from multiple people. It's just..."

Rarely does Nadir have a bad tooth cut.

"Did you even get hurt? How's it going?"

"Fortunately, he doesn't seem to have any injuries... but he doesn't remember. This is also uncertain information."

"... heh"

"In the meantime, when I get back, I'm not willing to let you out of the palace for the time being"

Nadir says clearly.

Initially, it was Her Royal Highness who lived in the back of the main palace, but was hijacked by the west palace where Nadir lived, whether it was last year or last year.

To be clear, Her Highness must be under house arrest for the time being.

"Let's arrange for a doctor."

Selenius' expression is rude. I may be more guided to Her Highness than Nadir himself.

"No, I arranged that here"

"Are you a court doctor?

"No. I turned my hand from the university"

He graduated in the fields of history and law, but Nadir still remains in college.

It is famous as a genius from the time of enrollment and has produced unacceptable results for others in several areas, with both a glance and a second look from the professors, making me look at a lot of things.

"If you're not a court doctor, you're gonna have a tough time getting him to see you, aren't you?

"We are very old, so I am anxious to see you.... This is the only time it's a hassle. With this accomplishment, I plan to be the court doctor as the Queen and my dedicated physician."

A court doctor can't just have a reputation as a doctor.

In a sense, technology becomes more problematic than trustworthiness because it can be related to royal life and death.

Aside from his identity and history, he said that all things will be investigated retroactively up to three generations, and several generations here are becoming special functions that some lineages monopolize.

The main palace is complaining.

"I don't mind."

I'm sure you're going to use this as an opportunity to refresh the HR of your court doctor.

(Well, it's suspicious that the doctors in the main palace can be trusted.)

Occasionally, there are poisonous incidents in this royal palace.

And there are several people around Her Royal Highness who died of poison.

"If I can get my memory back, I can make it work, but, well, I won't be able to, so I'll think about it later."

"... what are you giving up?

I accidentally stuck it with vegetables.

"I haven't given up yet, have I?

"No, no, no, no, amnesia. Leave it there?

"... that one, you wanted to forget. Then it's kindness that makes you forget."

Her Royal Highness wanted to forget the past, so she went into Nadir again, not to mention that she had forgotten.

"But you don't remember, do you? There's gonna be a lot of things, isn't there? Maybe he doesn't even remember you, huh?

"With or without memory, I don't think the relationship will change much, though?

For a moment, I got stuck with words. Honestly, I didn't think you were right.

"... you won't be able to do what you didn't have in the past, Nadir"

"Naturally.... but, Ray, that kid can't escape from being my queen. Then I think we just have to make him forget as much as he wants to."

"By being nice"

"... if you're really sweet, you don't make a caged twelve-year-old girl who wants to play"

Nadir smiled bitterly.

"... In the meantime, this time, Viscount Salia, who escorted him to a line, will be removed from the next. You're not sending me a proper report. Then there's no point in making me stick."

"Indeed."

Viscount Salia is one of the clerks sent by Nadir as a partition on the road for Her Royal Highness to attend this funeral.

I don't know what I'm doing, but I can't say it's very helpful because it makes me do so much.

"Well, they'll let you know about the date and time of your return to the King's Capital. It's a difference on the road."

"Right."

I write down in a corner of my head that Her Royal Highness must arrange for her return to the king's capital.

I had no reason to know that Nadir, or Viscount Salia, who had already sent him, had not been instrumental in making the difference on the road, but had not even remembered his name and turned it into air before that. [M]