Fake Cinderella

(Hold on, it's a miracle no matter how many times I see it...)

Sit back in a chair set on the balcony and watch the lake blurry.

I just couldn't get you out of bed the first day I woke up.

Afterwards I was allowed to be up in the room, but of course I couldn't have anything out there, and yesterday I went out into the hallway just a little bit of breathlessness and got lost in this large castle as I walked through the paintings hanging in the hallway.

I thought I'd managed to come back near my own room. I fled reflexively after being chased by the formidable men in tremendous shape, straying all over the castle, dizzying at the crash site and turning back against the bed.

(Those were probably the people who were looking for me, I guess)

It was such an amazing shape that I escaped, though.

Probably made a fuss.

I passed out, though I don't know the upside of it.

(Sorry, 'cause I'm not going out in the hallway on my own anymore)

Crush words of apology in your heart and leak a small exhale.

I shouldn't have done anything to get out of the room after that incident.... Even though I didn't intend to get out, as a result, there is no excuse for being judged to have gotten out because I got lost.

Lilia told me not to leave the room, and I couldn't help it.

It's because I'm reflecting that I keep sitting quietly in my chair all morning.

I feel like a doll.

The sight in front of you is as beautiful as a picture.

Bright blue skies, deep woods visible across the shore.

Sellard Great Forest...... Dardinia's leading forest area, more than half of which is over five hundred years old. Behind this great forest are ruins from the Old Empire period, he said.

(Even though the scenery is beautiful...)

Hi. I honestly can't enjoy the view. I can't breathe, and I can't feel it.

My room is on the ground floor right now, but it's dangerous to just fall off this balcony I stuck out on the lake, and just thinking about it kind of makes my whole body feel like it's going to shrink.

Even just looking at it from a place that's not dangerous like this stings at how lucky I am.

That was really helpful.

He fell asleep for a week because he was unconscious, but of course he doesn't remember.

I don't think my body was anything for a week's sleep.

It hurt here and there because I slept the whole time when I woke up, but I'm perfectly fine now. I didn't get hurt at all because I had a little bit of a stroke.

(You'd be surprised who was trying to kill me)

The balcony where Altilier supposedly fell is at the edge of the third floor. It's the kind of place where a samurai would forcefully argue that it's definitely not the kind of place Altirier would go alone.

In the first place, that's the playroom.

There were games like billiards and darts, in a room where male participants played games while enjoying cigarettes after a night club, of course, that day was not used. Besides, the playroom is a room where women rarely step in.

And it's not like a place for a girl who knows that's the playroom, even if no one was there, to go alone.

For example, the probability of being an accident is extremely low.

By and large, Altirier is not the kind of kid who goes somewhere by himself.

I grew up as a princess, the Crown Princess, from the moment I realized it. Maybe Altirier doesn't have the very idea of going somewhere alone. That one yesterday is the result because the contents were 'me'.

So it's impossible for her to fall from a place where she would never set foot without realizing either the knight of the escort or any of the ladies of the offering.

Lilia and others believe Altirier was kidnapped by someone and pushed off the veranda, although he obviously wouldn't put it out of his mouth.

The Duke of Elsevelt's side is desperate to fix it. He says' accident ', but this is actually a' case '.

It is also a splendid "Attempted Assassination of Princess Wang".

Some of the effects of my attempts to escape, but there's no reason why Lilia and the knights of the escort are tingling.

(If I remember, it was easy to talk about... it's just... it's not like I have a decision to make...)

It's been a bit of a nasty thought, and I shake my head to shake it off.

White Asia's castle shakes on the lake at the end of its gaze.

A castle built on a lake is very picturesque, but it doesn't look user-friendly.

The only way to connect the island with the castle to the land is with a bouncing bridge that is raised and lowered by a winder that can finally be moved by three adults.

That's what I put up and down every morning and night. It makes a terrible noise, so I wake up. Once I heard the sound of it when I lowered it, it was amazing enough to wonder if the thunder had fallen.

(... I wish I let the winder oil me)

No, maybe I can't help it as much as I oiled it.

Sigh and turn to the signs and Lilia approaches.

"Would you like a cup of tea?

I snorted.

Is it because after such an accident, the daily time flies pale?

When I wake up in the morning, I wash my face and set my hair first.

Then about 40-50 minutes before you finish dressing.

Oh, the unit of time, you can just read minutes = din, hours = dida, which is no different than being a day in 24 hours.

There's a decent clock, and the numbers are a little different from Arabic numbers, but, well, I can read them, so no problem.

Take about 30 minutes for breakfast when you're done in the morning. It sounds like something slower, but it's a meal on its own. It won't take long.

Apparently after breakfast, I get greetings, but the only thing that comes to me after I wake up is my father, the Duke.

Even when it comes to my father, I guess Altirier has a faint feeling about her daughter because she has lived in the royal palace since she was seven months old. There's nothing at all like spending time with me, and I don't see each other all day long after just saying hello in the morning.

There are no other people who come to say hello, and they never go from me to someone else to say hello.

That is because there is no one else in this castle as identifiable as I see it, and only the King and his husband, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, from whom I go to greet. In the first place, they say they are now exempt on the grounds that they are even young.

(Sounds more like an abandoned state)

So, free time when this greeting is over.

Maybe there's a lot of learning and stuff at this hour in the Royal Palace, but there's no such thing here as a trip, albeit home.

There are several samurai around me, including Lilia.

They are royal palace maids, not castle maids here. Uniforms are different, too. Only the royal palace maids are allowed to wear black.

Their summariser, after all, is Lilia, who is only twenty years old and there but who is in charge as an official female official. They say she is a Viscount Warrant, a tax administrator under Royal jurisdiction for everything.

He feels so responsible for me being in an accident that he tells me so many stories that he thinks I've lost my word. I think he's also making an effort to get his voice back.

Earlier Artillier was a silent kid who barely spoke, but he wasn't incapable of speaking.

I can't talk to you about being silent, even if the results don't make such a difference, the meaning is completely different.

(... sorry, didn't talk)

I'm Altilier.

That's my reality now, more than being here like this.

But...... I'm not opening my mouth telling myself to check the situation this way, maybe because that's still unacceptable.

In the doctor's diagnosis, Altirier allegedly lost his words in the shock of the accident and eventually also lost his memory. Apparently, because I can't confirm it because I won't talk.

If I say it in a nutshell, I'll hang on to it.

I know I am an Altilier.

I also found out a lot about the situation in which it was placed.

... but I haven't been able to make the decision to live in this world as an Altilier aggressively.

(I'm just indecisive...)

Altirier is adorable. He is also a princess of the king. If we do well, we'll be able to live in this world.

Although there are risks, there are also favourable conditions that cannot be compared to the original world in terms of conditions alone.

Still, I can't help but think of the original world

(Even though I can't go back)

That's all I knew somehow.

At that time, perhaps the life of my - Wazumi Asae was lost.

And I think my soul was reborn in Altilier.

(... I don't care what you think its most likely)

There was a comic book or something about being a ghost and wandering around, but that would have had its physical personality different. But not me now. Only one soul resides in one body.

(Well, there's nothing I can do...)

Take one sigh.

After I woke up, it was just something I couldn't help myself, a series of sighs.

(It's convenient for a doctor to make a decision about amnesia...)

Even if something's wrong for a little while, I'll deceive you with the shock of the crash.

Besides, I hear Altirier was pretty silent.

(Anyway, my nickname is Puppet Princess...)

The nickname given to Altilier by the servant is "Puppet Princess". Some people said 'Ice Princess'... either way, I could somehow imagine what she was like.

I wondered if it wouldn't be disrespectful, or something, but, well, I was doing it in the store, too. Talk to the head office people and the store manager under a code name.

'Cause if you say names all the time, there's no excuse when they ask you.

"Thank you for waiting"

It smells good from the wagon Lilia brought in.

The moment I saw the freshly baked financiers and Madeleine, I chuckled unexpectedly.

Wow. Looks delicious.

"Princess..."

For a moment, Lilia stops moving.

I looked up with my neck small.

"No, it's nothing. Enjoy it."

Kokuri, I nod. At this time, I never thought Lilia would have been surprised that I laughed.

I mean, the whole point is that Altirier was so much of a doll.

(Hmm... yum! Wow, who made this, genius! I want to know the recipe!

The beautiful tight colored financier is an excellent understated sweetness made from plenty of butter.

These kinds of baked confectionery are the hardest to add or subtract from that baking that doesn't burn the tight colors. Even though it is modest in sweetness, it is easy to burn because it uses sugar.

(Hmm, but this is more than sugar, honey I guess...... yeah. Probably. It's honey)

It tastes a bit queasy and sweet. But because I use milk, it feels good. This, a perfect balance.

Drink a beautiful amber watery tea and get your hands on the second.

(This green, what is it... spinach? Mogi? Probably no matcha...... this country)

Financier with green. I think it's some kind of vegetable leaf. It tastes a little bitter.

"That's Zarde's financier. Zarde is nutritious."

Lilia explains it happily for some reason.

I see. I think it tastes good. I wonder how you can feel so happy when you eat something sweet. Wow, that's weird.

(I don't know what to do, let's eat the third one, let's not...)

I'm not old enough to pay attention to a diet, but I have trouble not being able to have lunch.

"This is ginseng, but it doesn't really taste like ginseng either"

(Nothing. I'm fine with carrots, but I wonder if I hated Altirier...)

Well, no, I reach for the third one while I think.

The natural slight sweetness of carrots is delicious.

The man who made this, he's a celebrity. As much as I want to be an apprentice.

Delicious as a treat while taking advantage of the natural flavour of vegetables.

I think if I sell it out, I'll definitely sell it! Oh, but I can't do it cost-effectively because it looks like sugar or valuables.

Later over this treat, it would be a bit of a fuss, but of course I didn't know anything about it at this time, and ended up eating a total of five almonds and raisins.

Somehow, all the samurai seemed satisfied.