Fake Cinderella

Five, ready.

"Well, let's go"

As promised, Your Highness came all the way to pick you up in my room.

"Yes."

I was happy about that, and added, "Thank you," His Highness gave the expression, not sure what he had been told.

"I'm glad you picked me up."

"... as part of my official duties"

"But I'm glad"

I'm glad to be able to point a grin from the bottom of my heart, without any hesitation.

(My wife, so at times like this, you don't have to hesitate)

You don't have to hesitate to offer favors.

So I want to tell you in full.

(In words, I'm afraid I can't tell you)

I wish I could hold you innocently here, but thirty-three years of memory gets in the way to do that.

(Because I'm embarrassed and I can't do that!

"You're overjoyed with such triviality."

His Royal Highness took one small sigh with an expression that looked grumpy.

But I was aware of it.

There is a small grin in His Highness's mouth as he looks somewhere bewildered.

"Nadir's feelings are delightful, no matter what trivial"

Being favored back. I'm so glad about that.

And I have a good understanding of it.

(You dare pick me up for me)

"You exaggerate too much"

"Is it?

"Oh."

Softly lay your hands on the hand that Master Nadir put up against me for the escort.

I felt great relief in my hand when I touched the silk gloves.

I've had a lot of time to say that I'm happy to hold hands here. It's a little too much.

(I think it's Master Nadir who exaggerates)

For the sake of my safety, which I will be actively participating in the public service, Your Highness seems to have decided to carefully glance at each and every extra obstacle, and I have offered to Anya to properly investigate the cause of the chair, even though it is one cushion thing, and please be so concerned that I will come and pick you up by rescheduling.

(No need to exaggerate that much, I said)

But His Highness shook his head quietly beside him.

He said that he didn't want to accuse the greater malice of overlooking just one little malice.

(Malice is contagious)

We know a real example of this.

In a special confined space called the rear palace, His Highness would have advised of the ripples it had.

(Because I've had it before...)

Because I exist right now.

(If you think you've ruled out His Majesty's influence, maybe this time, and Master Nadir is a little angry)

I guess Master Nadir is not going to allow malice to sprout again in the rear palace, which should have been renewed.

(Because it's thorough...)

That's what Nadir is all about.

The long and long corridor we walk in has become a long gallery.

Decorated here are all works taking the subject matter from Dardinian history, all of which are masterpieces portrayed by famous painters of that era.

I want to take a slow look once, but I haven't fulfilled it yet.

Because I have been told not to leave the corner of my territory as far as possible, even if safety has not yet been ensured.

(Let's ask her out on a date for once)

The goal is to get a royal palace guide named Dating. I think it's the idea of two birds with one stone to spend more time with His Royal Highness and even get to know each other better.

(... yeah. Not bad)

If you're in the royal palace, you won't be able to do it instantly, and if you are, you can have a picnic with a treat and a water bottle in your basket.

I simulate in my head the steps to realisation.

"Lutia."

"... Yes?

I was called by name to turn my consciousness to Master Nadir.

It always has a sweet eye for me.

"The chief chef wants to give a lecture later on the lunch. If possible, take some time soon."

"Okay. I'll have Lilia adjust."

The menu for lunch today was decided by me at the request of His Highness.

Of course, he has an intensive meeting with the head chef of the Orthodox Palace.

(It was pretty tough...)

He was an artisanal chef and a strong sense of territory, but there, it was.

Whatever you say, "Delicious is justice."

Usually, when I served the breakfast His Highness was serving in the rear palace, that made it completely quiet.

From now on, I began to see my face often in the kitchen of the rear palace.

My cooks in the back palace are treated as my exclusive cooks, so although I'm not a chef's subordinate, they get nervous when I have a chef, and it was a lot of trouble until I got used to it.

The title of Chief Chef of the Royal Palace was enough to atrophy everyone.

(Looks like Elda didn't really care)

But in the end, a cook has a strong craftsmanship. The most important thing for them is to make the food in front of them taste better.

So while we were making it, everyone forgot who the chef was.

And if I understood that the chef was only one cook again, then there was no particular problem afterwards.

"... looking forward to what dishes will be served"

"It would be good for His Highness's mouth..."

"Anything you make is delicious."

(All right)

Unexpectedly squeeze the fan that was in your hand.

Of course, the right hand I'm keeping with His Highness Nadir is just softly accompanied. I don't squeeze my hands all the time, even if I'm wrong.

(Well, I don't have a grip at all on this body)

"We have a little taste in this one."

"Hobbies?"

"Yes, because it meant all four dukes would be in place..."

The Four Dukes - not all of their principals have that many opportunities.

Since national events such as His Royal Highness's reign will continue this year, there may be a chance to worship them all again, but because of the role of the Quartet Guardian of Dardinia, it is not very good for them all to gather in the Wang Capital.

"What kind of taste?... No, let's not ask. I'm out of fun."

"Yes, please enjoy it with me"

His Royal Highness Nadir had some naughty eyes and laughed.

I smile back, too.

Just look into your eyes, there's somehow something that goes by.

(That's all, what makes you feel filled)

I wonder if that means we've taken one step up as a couple, but I also feel a little different.

They're escorting me, but maybe from the side, it just looks like I'm walking out of hand.

I hate this height difference, which is about two different heads.

At the corridor stands a guard Kingsguard, whose gaze is subtly directed at us.

The security on this corridor leading to the rear palace is tighter than elsewhere and we will never be alone in the true sense of the word.

(Hard to breathe everyday......)

That means living as a royalty.

(On such a daily basis, I want to make small wind holes)

If I didn't have the memory of being an Altirier and just went through a period of desperate living, this, a life in which all things were laid down and I could only be alone in bed and in the bathroom, was something I sometimes found intolerable.

(I never thought where I was in that world...)

Over there, I was basically alone.

Instead of being able to decide everything on my own, I bore everything by myself.

(Just a little lonely, but free living)

Now, I don't have the freedom to be alone.

There is always a samurai anywhere in the room, and they always tell me to bring more than one samurai when I go out of the room.

(Though sometimes my security is thick because I'm Elsevelt)

Wherever you are, people's eyes stick together because you can't help it anymore.

And that, Master Nadir, is with you.

After a while, Master Nadir, who will be His Majesty, not His Highness, will not be alone with me for any other reason.

(So...)

I want to add colour to my routine of repeating a tightly defined schedule.

I wish my breakfast with me would be that time, and I would like to make that right...... to secure a little more of that time.

(So)

If I can, I want to give Nadir a little surprise that will pop my mind.

(I'd like to give you something that's a little fun or exciting)

You can't make a difference to me to rule politics or the country.

I can't even express an opinion that would help.

So I want to support Master Nadir with what I can do.

(Nadir said that everything was as predicted...)

Something unpredictable...... I want to change what they think is settled.

I want to make a moment with this hand that will comfort your heart, Nadir, who must bear the weight of the throne.

"... Lutia? Even in the mood?"

"No. I'm fine. I'm just a little nervous."

Don't worry, make him smile so small.

His Royal Highness Nadir nodded as if he understood.

(I need to get in the mood)

I stopped being a doll princess already.

Today is the first step in showing it publicly.

"I'm here.... you don't have to be nervous at all"

Peeping Ethereal Silver eyes have a warm light.

"... right. Nadir, if you're here, you have nothing to worry about."

If they say so, they say so, and suppose so, when he wet his shoulder power and depressed his gavel, His Highness looked up to heaven with his hands on his face.

"... Nadir? Can I help you?

"... rutia"

Here Master Nadir sighs one.

"Yes."

"... you better learn to doubt people's words a little more"

"... do you doubt Master Nadir?

"That's right.... you believe me too much. No matter how honest or loyal people seem to be, including me, in the end, all I can say is what's convenient to me."

Shake your head small to the side and tell it with a very serious look.

"Nothing wrong with that."

I shake my head sideways as I sift.

"Lutia."

Sounds a little blameworthy.

But I don't think I'm scared of that anymore.

"I believe in Nadir more than anyone else."

That's already a big premise.

(It's impossible to believe Master Nadir...)

"... Ruthia, I'm not the man who deserves that word"

Yet Nadir tells him by pasting a faceless expression on his fine face.

(... I'm probably confused about this)