Fake Cinderella

15. Messenger from Elzeveld

It was just a thought that I decided to meet with a messenger from my parents. If I hadn't thought of it, it would have been whimsical... Either way, I didn't have a sense of purpose like this.

Royal palace life is monotonous when you get used to it.

Repetition of the same routine. There can't be a private outing first, and I even have permission from His Royal Highness the King to get out of this own palace.

There are two knights of escort, even walking in the garden, and a knight stands at the entrance called the entrance to the room.

The escort has been replaced by more than thirty men who have offered me knights. I don't care so much because I know them all very well, but I think I kinda hate it when this turns out to be another stranger.

A princess is a caged bird.

I know. That I am being targeted and that His Royal Highness Prince Wang is protecting me.

Only with the permission of His Royal Highness Prince Wang can you visit Altilier, with few visitors.

His Royal Highness says I am dismissing all hope of worship because I am young. I certainly don't know what to do if they complain or something. They say His Royal Highness Prince Wang has arranged all of those things on his behalf.

It is the messenger from Elzevelt that His Royal Highness the King cannot dismiss. Even if I didn't have the right, Elsevelt is my home and back shield, the Crown Princess.

And I can't refuse to make contact with him any more than I am the provisional heir, and I can't offer him a gift from Elsevelt.

However, until now Lilia has handled it all and said I hadn't seen her.

But on this day, I was a little bored so I was willing to meet him when I heard he was a messenger from my parents' house.

"Your Highness forgives me for my worship, and I know with the utmost pleasure."

A beautiful young man with blonde hair kneels down and praises him. Alice, Julia and Milady are in love.

It was noisy even on the way home, when it came to it.

It was certainly a beautiful shape with His Royal Highness Prince Wang. He is the prince himself that everyone remembers when they say prince.

The atmosphere is soft, and the affection is good.... If His Royal Highness Prince Wang is a beauty reminiscent of an extremely cold winter, he is reminiscent of a raucous spring blue sky.

(He's the one who might be your brother)

I thought I was lucky.

If this man is your brother, now I can finally say thank you.

I make him snort small at his greetings.

(... wait a minute. Who am I supposed to check with?

Is it because they think they already know you don't name me?

It would be just as bad if I asked him in person.

I appeal to Lilia with my eyes. Please, turn around.

Lilia stopped by right away. That's Lilia.

"Who?"

Hide your mouth with a fan with lace that you had in your hand and ask softly with just your lips.

The fan of the race is a must have in the hands of Princess Wang during worship. You don't have to have it when you worship, but you need it if you want to. Especially at times like this.

Don't tell me you thought it seemed just right to stick canning paper.

"... this is your half-brother, Your Highness. Sir Rael-Crozes-Vi-Finos"

Lilia whispers softly.

I knew it. Good.

"Thanks for the other day"

As surprised he gives a face.

I'm a lot used to those reactions, but now you're jumping up lightly. I guess it's too surprising, that.

"Your Highness has always been grateful to Lord Finos for his help in the lake and for escorting the return of the King's capital, and he has always wanted to thank you."

Lilia speaks for you.

"It's a waste of time."

Deep down, your brother bows his head.

Sir Finos...... this man does not deserve to be named Elsevelt. Because I'm a bastard.

The child's surname is tied by the mother's surname = the father's surname, but there is only one common son.

And the only title he can name is Knight Sir's 'Vi', which he got himself. Being a knight is natural as a Dardinian nobleman, so "Vi" is omitted if it has other titles.

Your Highness, Elsevelt has delivered these items.

Make an inventory of what Alice put on the silver basin.

I take my hand at it and glance through it.

It depends on the title of the book, the type and color of fabric used, etc., which is the object of this offering. Others include fruit liquor and honey specialties from Elzevelt, then sugar.

I was happy to laugh when I noticed that there was a serial issue of "Eyes in the Sky" in it.

I read this series obsessed because of no other entertainment.

I see why Altirier liked this.

Because an exotic king, a hero of the eyes of the sky, resembles His Highness Nadir. The exterior portrayal is pale eyes on silver hair, and the character is similar to being cold.

An arrogant, high-flying king takes all the words and actions that are so clumsy and always misleading about the main character. But in the end, you'll know exactly what it is.

I wonder if Altirier would have overlaid his royal Highness to this king?... Make a wish. I don't know the truth, but I don't think it's that far.

"Thanks"

I thanked you. I just don't want to forget to thank you, although I can't say too much.

"Your Highness seems to have liked it, above all.... Is there anything else you'd like? The Duke tells us that Her Royal Highness may not be free."

To that word I lean my neck small.

Lilia looks a little surprised. Probably never said that before.

I hesitated a little, but I thought I'd be forgiven for this, so I told him.

"I want a treat I ate at Elsevelt's Castle"

Because I have baked sweets for ten days or so, I thought they would be transported to me sometime.

That was really good. If it's that way, we can queue.

I always remembered that I wanted to eat again. It's a proper professional craftsman's treat, that.

I think the craftsmen of this world make it somehow. Because the eye mass, previous surveys, that's what I'm saying.

But sweets are delicate. The quantity is precise and the procedure is well defined.

That's the basics.

For example, "I pour milk into a ball of flour" and "I can pour flour into a ball of milk" - the results may seem the same, but this means something completely different in the confectionery world.

And sometimes the difference makes it completely different.

Maybe there's something a little bit like an experiment in chemistry. I don't think it's a good idea for people to do it.

I was knocked in by a cake shop who worked right after college.

"Yes, sir."

The third brother looked so surprised but laughed happily.

It wasn't an unpleasant laugh.

So they caught me and I just laughed a little too.

I probably won't call him 'brother'. I call you brother in my heart because I don't think you're just a flesh parent by name.

But for dealing with blood connections and all that, I think he's a good guy.

"Does Her Royal Highness like sweets?

"Yes."

Delicious treats make you feel happy.

With that said, my third brother laughed in the way that he was cute.

I'm older, though!

(Well, I can't help it because it looks like this...)

It's not that bulky of a treat, so I was hoping you'd bring it with you for something, what a thought. For example, when your brother comes home and comes back?

But if he'd forgotten about the treat, I wouldn't have cared.

I didn't think that would be such a big problem later.

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