Fake Cinderella

"Huh?"

Harassment and a few hairs fall off.

"Hih..."

Passing in front of me was a sharp blade.

"... no further, stay away, impudent"

That was Count Diha, who had just been introduced.

Unlike His Highness, who at first sight seems calm, he is clearly furious.

"... Lord Claude..."

With his eyes wide open and a glimpse of Miss Felicia trembling, Count Diha lays down his sword and kneels in a flowing motion.

Whoever is allowed a knife in the palace is also allowed to pull it out.

Apparently, Count Diha's sword extraction here is not particularly problematic.

"My relatives have done something for you, Your Highness."

The Earl bows his head deeply.

"... right. You ruined Sagriza's night club."

His Royal Highness kept his tone glowing.

It is a very old rhetoric to call for the first time a night club a night club in Sagriza, named after the bell of Sagriza, which tells the beginning of the world.

(... you did screw up)

It wasn't a night club with special significance. It was just your first night club in your own name. It would have been a success if nothing had happened, but this would have been a difficult situation to say that it had succeeded, even if it had been modest.

(Oh, but it could be a success for me...)

My mission at this nightclub is twofold.

One is to have a successful first dance.

And don't tell me the other thing, but showing off me and Your Highness' friendship.

It's a little painful when people say what a friendship is with Your Highness, or something like that, but I mean, me and Your Highness don't just have a political marriage. I wanted to show you something like that.

(I mean, I don't have a physical relationship because of my age circumstances, but I'm mentally and physically quite bonded, so... - mainly in the form of grabbing my stomach!

I was hoping to bring in a side queen applicant who would come any time soon.

(Someone who volunteered on this occasion was sooo miscalculated)

From the applause and cheer after our dance, I think the dance was a great success. Everyone didn't react so badly either, so you should get the first point.

On the other hand, although I don't know how it works a little quickly, everyone here would have understood that Your Highness cares so much for me - - because His Highness has surrounded me in his arms all this time during this noise.

"My sincere apologies to Her Royal Highness..."

Count Diha smiles bitterly and bows his head deeply.

"No. I hope there will be no such noise in the future"

Shake your head to the side. I don't need an excessive apology.

"Why! Why, you don't understand. I admire Lord Nadir."

Sounds to grieve me.

"Shut up. Don't speak your name without forgiveness."

"Master Claude!!

Miss Felicia was crying with a sad look on her face.

"... you said your father might grasp His Highness's will if you were as beautiful as I am."

Nobody takes my side, the lady looked back at her father.

Marquis Rhodelia's complexion passes through pale and turns blue and black.

I wonder if you're okay, if you can breathe. I'm a little worried.

(... you know, because that's lip service from parents' desires. You really shouldn't take it)

Maybe the Marquis said something close to it, even if it wasn't exactly what she said.

But I'm sure it wasn't meant to fan her off.

For the Marquis, Miss Felicia must have been that cute a daughter, and if you're going to say she grew up with one male hand, somewhat, I can't help but say that her parents are too stupid.

"... that His Royal Highness would like it, both of us and me! He said I look much better than Her Highness!!

The young lady looks around. Some of them turned away.

Perhaps Marquis' friends and men, or those who serve the house, would have agreed if asked.

Maybe it was a light mouth on the banquet table just for the close ones.

Miss Felicia is certainly beautiful, and much more proportionate than I am at my age.

As fed up, Master Nadir took a long, long sigh.

And His Highness's hand gently covers my ear.

"… Your Highness"

"You don't have to ask any more. Lady Marquis Rhodelia must be losing her mind a little."

"I'm fine"

It's not something I like to hear, but I don't care what she tells me.

(But it's a little over the limit)

Mentally. Physically.

So I opened my mouth.

"... Marquis de Rhodelia"

"... Yes"

Suddenly voiced by me, Miss Felicia gave her a void expression for just a moment. And immediately I leaned down to hide my expression like that.

"... I said I wanted to serve Your Highness, what can you do?

"Huh?"

Unexpectedly... I give you a face.

"I, in my slightest strength, am at your service to keep Your Highness healthy."

That's what I'm saying, but I mean the position where we're making improvements with the help of everyone regarding His Highness's diet.

A balanced diet is important because His Royal Highness does not consume it indefinitely when left alone. I've been like a vegetable eater with those hands lately, but that's fine if Your Highness completes the delicious meal.

"All those who serve His Highness are brilliant people. Not only are secretaries and consuls selected, but also women and samurai. Do you have any stunts to help His Highness by holding them hostage?

"... that I may rest in peace with His Highness's will..."

"His Royal Highness's will is only known to His Highness. I don't know if I can guess that on my own."

What do you think? and I look up to His Highness Nadir.

His Highness shook his neck sideways with a frightened face.

"Besides, unlike Her Royal Highness, I am already an adult. Her Royal Highness can't do what His Highness wants."

Uh, that means you can deal with your friend, right?

"Not necessary"

His Royal Highness broke up.

"Why not!

"I have a queen, and I have never needed a concubine."

And Master Nadir continued with a straight face.

"If you mean tranquillity, then there is Lutia.... What more do you need?

It's very sweet what you're saying, even though it's an unspoken tone.

(Your Highness's fool, Your Highness's fool, Your Highness's fool! This is so unexpected!

My heart trembles helplessly.

I'm sure His Highness wasn't particularly conscious.

"... Claude"

"Yes."

"... because of what's inside me, I'll leave the disposal to you. Let this never happen again."

"Yes, sir."

I watched the pale disposition set in front of me in a somewhat unrealistic and fluffy mood.

"His Royal Highness, I admire His Highness from the bottom of my heart."

To the lady who complained in tears of Judea, His Highness Nadir opened his mouth with a faceless expression that did not bring any emotions to mind, but Count Diha blocked it with a pimple.

"... so what is it? Don't push one-sided feelings on His Highness."

Is it because you are in your body, Count Diha's tone is unforgiving.

(... and let's try a little harder)

Pull your consciousness back with your will and guts that it's going to be distant all the time.

"... Lutia, that's enough"

Fluffy and hugged.

"But..."

"I'm sorry I forced you to."

Whispered in my ear, my voice.

My consciousness whitened out as it was because I tried my best to keep it, but was relieved that His Highness told me it was already good.