Fake Cinderella

Consciousness awoke patchy as if the switch were switched.

Get up cursorily.

The view of the ceiling of the bedside, which was the bottom of the sea at the Princess Wang's Palace, was transformed into a garden of light after moving to the rear palace.

The garden of light is the stage where the founding king of Dardinia and the princess of the fairy king who became his queen met.

Spring gardens with light toned flowers that get wet in the morning dew gleam with the glittering light of silver threads of golden threads just blinking.

Besides, this is actually a different pattern that is sewn away on the outside and inside. Its exquisite embroidery is no longer a work of art.

Thick books with tight embroidery don't let the light through at all, so I have no idea if it's morning or just night.

There's a clock, but it's not small enough to fit inside the bedroom.

"Ah..."

My face was wet.

(Dreams...)

I knew from the beginning that even if I came back to reality like this, I kind of couldn't get out of the feeling that I was still in my dreams.

(Long time no see, you dreamed of Maye)

Even though he has the memory of 33 years of Asae Waquan, who worked as a confectioner in Japan in the twenty-first century, he spent a year and a little while as a princess Artillier, king of a country called Dardinia.

The reason why my memory as Maya can be brought back is because Altirier was targeted for life.

I was perplexed and troubled for a long time when the memory of Asae woke up. With the memory of Asae, there was a lot going on until I made up my mind to live as an altilier, but now I don't get lost at all.

Because I never doubt myself as an altilier with the memory of Asae.

One, the Japanese of the twenty-first century. One, the princess of another world called Dardinia.

Even though we have absolutely nothing in common, there is little discomfort.

(Still, dreaming about that over there like this shakes my heart)

"I" and not "I".

Even with little discomfort, it will never be the same.

Maybe I'll live with it softly.

(It's not like you can talk to someone and believe me...)

As much as I sometimes wonder if it might be a dream myself.

Softly wet tears with sleeping sleeves.

Softly out of the palpable blanket that it was woven with the hair of a glache goat. The feel of a carpet of hairy hookah with long legs touched my feet.

(... yet, no one's coming, but I wonder what time it is...)

Always, waking up is when someone comes to wake you. Strangely, I wake up just about thirty seconds before I'm woken up.

Sometimes, although you may wake up with modest Lilia calls, more or less your consciousness awakens just before that.

Examples like today are very rare.

(Wonder what... something, feels weird)

Is it because of the end of the mourning period? Even though I thought about it, I wasn't sure.

The mourning period due to the passing of King Dardinia is one year.

It may be said that three years would be reasonable if one were to mourn those who were in a privileged position, but unlike once, it is difficult to admit that the throne has been empty for three years in today's political situation yesterday.

Therefore, on the grounds of the celebration of the reign of a new king, it is implicit that the king's mourning be a year.

The funeral service of the previous King, His Majesty Gladys IV, will all end at yesterday's funeral.

In the meantime, Artillier, who had just turned twelve, celebrated her thirteenth birthday.

I always thought there wouldn't be a difference between twelve and thirteen, but the way I looked around me changed completely.

(You've got your first period...)

Everyone who works in the Royal Palace now knows what to say, although it's a long time ago.

For three days after I found out what we all knew, I was embarrassed and I couldn't help myself and stuck it in my bedroom!

Yet if we finally give up and get out of the bedroom, we can all say congratulations and congratulations.

Because I was about to go back when I was finally called the Puppet Princess!

Because the muscles on my face were tight!!

(The salvation is as much as His Highness was smiling bitterly...)

I think I have had a lot of difficulty with His Royal Highness Prince Nadir, my fifteen-year-old husband.

I am properly aware that I am my husband.

I have confidence that they like me a lot, and I am well aware of my favors.

But it turns out there's a difference in age between us.

(As a matter of course, there is no such thing as "handover" yet.)

More than that, it will never be until the end of the Founding Fathers' Festival.

Having had its first period, I can confidently say that no matter how much I expect my surroundings to be.

(I haven't even finished my adult ritual yet)

Honestly, I'm having a little trouble getting here right now.

Anyway, this is nothing but a thirteen-year-old girl. That's also a lot immature thirteen if you say so in the world over there.

I think there's a lot of trouble in serving your wife on this one.

(That said, because Your Highness cannot take a queen other than me)

Not everyone clearly recognizes that.

But that was the definitive fact, at least among the Four Dukes.

The king of Dardinia is officially allowed to marry four queens, but unfortunately His Royal Highness cannot receive a queen other than me.

(This country only allows the throne to be given to the children I give birth to)

Although it is very responsible, it didn't really come to me as a tense person.

Though I suppose if I hadn't had a child in ten years, I'd be cornered and bright blue.

(Well, if it's limited to Your Highness, I think I can afford another three years and be fine)

Her Royal Highness Nadir is not a toddler hobby, and since she's not the kind of person who pushes down on the pressure around her, there's probably nothing that would force both sides to flood her in an unintentional way.

It's just that I moved to the rear palace, and my surroundings are just floating around.

(After that, the palace will be my only residence for the time being)

The move to the rear palace increased the number of female officers serving me by two digits.

A sufficient number of women with one hand is now a triple-digit number. Including a samurai would double that.

That's how many people are needed to operate the rear palace without delay, and now that His Royal Highness has withheld his reign, various houses are about to send a samurai into the rear palace.

(That's also mostly as a side queen candidate...)

That makes me want to sigh.

A concubine is actually a concubine, not that she is given the position of 'queen'. The child cannot be given the title of royal (Dia), even if it is to bear the king's child.

The only titles granted to the king's common son are pensions accompanied by a generation of counts and titles.

That is an indiscipline that will never change no matter how much the Queen is loved.

(It's just that the king's common son can't hold that position if he stands around well)

Since there are many aristocratic families in Dardinia that are first-born heirs of both sexes, there is demand as son-in-law because there are a certain number of female heirs.

(Besides, it's not obvious that His Royal Highness Nadir can't have a concubine other than me, so at first even a concubine can have a child and become a concubine.)

I already know some of His Highness Nadir's new samurai are like that.

People like that will find out soon enough.

Because His Highness and I have different sights when we are here.

(You're very rude as a samurai, aren't you)

Even if I'm not my maid, I'm the king's princess.

In addition, I wonder whether it would be advisable to treat children or subtly harass them.

Even at a young age, with the reign of His Highness Nadir, I seem to be a queen but many people don't quite understand it.

(Difficult to leave, another difficulty...)

Until now, I have lived in the palace of the Crown Princess under many protections.

His Royal Highness Nadir, of course, and His Majesty the late King was my greatest backshield.

But I'm supposedly losing my back shield because of His Majesty's death, and it's easy to give around... like, it's licked.

─ ─ ─ Not yet, because I'm young.

─ ─ ─ Because if you blah blah blah blah, I have no physical relationship with Your Highness.

(If you think the risk of being targeted for life diminishes, is the woman's battle next...)

Honestly, I'm not very confident.

Originally, it was a neglect.

It was passive and passive in one way or another in that world. I wouldn't even say I threw away women's power, but I don't think it was much.

I'm going to be working pretty hard right now.

I have all sorts of memories I've had over the past year, and the time I've spent with the two of us.

(Because I am confident that my stomach is stuck!

Morning tea will be used for breakfast, and it is already a fixed promise for me and Your Highness to spend a moment in the morning.

(You feel that's enough, for now)

The institution of marriage itself is different there and here.

If I told you to protect a monogamous couple, you'd think I was crazy, and I don't think you're the one who can monopolize it.

Above all, I don't think I have a choice because I can still deal with His Highness.

(In other words, if the woman will properly distract me, I think Your Highness can take the woman by your side)

Rather, I take that for granted.

(Your Highness is a healthy adult boy, and that is the position to be allowed...)

Originally, it was His Highness Nadir who insisted that I move to the rear palace after the reign ceremony, together when I move.

He even said he wouldn't move from the Wong Tai's womb if he didn't move me back to the womb.

It's passionate and nice, and Margot, the newly arrived samurai, was sloppy, but in fact, the majority of reasons are realistic that the Wang Tai Palace's guard system becomes quite thin when the Wang Tai Palace is empty.

Though the Palace of the Princess Wang is a palace in which a thoughtful system of security was originally adopted, it becomes completely isolated when there is no longer any movement with the Palace of the Prince Wang.

Isolated and closed palaces can be dangerous once they get in and out of sight at all and vice versa.

(It doesn't mean the rear palace is safe)

With the death of His Majesty the King, the danger that was drifting colorfully around me diminished a lot.

But it's never gone. Still, I'm in a position to be targeted, and above all, I have to protect myself first.

And while I'm at it, I must rule the latter properly in my future life.

(Hopefully, your Highness, the child of aim will obviously not be placed in the rear palace)

Even if you're convinced by your head, if you see it in front of you, your emotions may not forgive you.

I felt a little chilly and my body trembled when I thought about that and this.

(Shall I weave some feathers...)

Or the moment I put my hand on opening a thick book thinking I'd change, the early spring air, still slightly chilled, shook.

(Huh?... The sound of a bell...?

I tried to hear the time with that sound, but not one or two majestic bell sounds.

(What's this...)

The tympanic membrane is likely to tear high volume, not that. But the sound of the bell will be echoing all over the king's capital.

In all, there are twelve mansions in the king's capital, Al Greer, whose sound makes the man of the king's capital know his time. It is decided to ring only one fixed melody of five bars during the day, and a bell representing that time after the sun has set.

Now it's the melody that's ringing.

But...

(Longer than five bars... and this isn't the sound of letting the moment know...)

Overlapping, high, low… close your eyes to that tone that resonates.

I followed the melody as I was about to be sucked into the sound of the sound.

Craftsmen from the province can finally hear the sounds of this bell in half public and play songs, but it is not so difficult for me to grow up in Wang Du from the moment I feel comfortable.

(Even if you don't remember, you remember this...)

Besides, my level of musical upbringing is something I'd say myself, but it's pretty high.

(Thanks to Your Majesty...)

It was His Majesty the late Gladys IV who taught me that kind of upbringing.

His Majesty was very interested in the arts, especially when it came to music, he liked it enough to perform different instruments on his own, and he was also deeply constructed.

For my mother's great fondness for music, she taught me a lot of things as a young girl, and I still remember coming up with folds.

(This song is called "Sagriza")

Sagriza is a special song played in Dardinia at important ceremonies, etc.

I don't know when or by whom it was made.

I also hear that I like what was originally played among vagrant musicians in the Dardier family of a time when they are not yet a nation, and that I have let my own musicians play every time, eventually, at ceremonies and so on.

(Playing with a bell, I've never heard it before)

I can see that they are using all the bells of the mansion throughout the Wang capital.

This bell is not the same as the temple bell over there, it has multiple bells and has been installed as a melody from the beginning.

Just a lot like Carillon over there.

But I've never known that it was something that could be played like this by overlapping the sounds of several shrines.

(overlapping, sounding... what kind of noise...)

The tone that can be played does not shake slightly or softly with a deep, thick sound. When I entrust my consciousness to that sounding sound, I feel like I'm going to be transported away somewhere.

"Good morning. Your Highness, are you awake yet?

A modest Lilia voice brought back a consciousness that seemed to fly far away.

"I'm awake."

The book opens gently. I narrowed my eyes to the blindfold of light I had plugged in.

"... Hey, Lilia. What news of this bell? Though I didn't hear anything in the evening..."

With Lilia's signal confirming that I'm up, Alice and Milady start getting ready for facial washes and more.

"This is the bell of celebration that a new world has begun."

Though Master Nadir hasn't been reinstated yet?

"Yes, rightly, the news is that the bereavement of His Majesty the King, who died, has dawned. It is considered a bell of salutation because the mourning has begun His Royal Highness the King, even if no reign has yet been made."

"You're the bell that tells the beginning of the celebration."

"Yes."

"Is the time fixed?

"Yes, the sunrise of the day, it is stipulated"

I see. If you look at the column clock between them, it's about to be 6: 30. I thought the clock was crazy because it was halfway through time, but I was convinced if it was in line with the sunrise.

The majestic bell sounds, in the morning light, were echoing throughout the Wang capital a new beginningly bright and hopeful inquiry.