Fake Cinderella

15 The usual breakfast

(wonder what I can do)

I've been thinking about that.

Since I was determined to live in this world, the feeling of 'Is it good for me' has been somewhere in my mind.

When I said I would live here, I meant living as a special person named Princess Wang.

(I was an ordinary person over there...)

It was difficult not to have negative feelings for myself, even if I had no doubt that I was an Altirier.

Memories that have been lost...... Artillier Rutiane until the age of twelve.

A special girl born as a Duke and Duchess of Elsevelt and raised as a princess of kings.

(Another me......)

It was a contradictory being that seemed like a separate self, even though I thought it was my own.

(I can't get it back anymore, I...)

Still, I had to live here, and if so, I wondered what I could do.

Though it was like a drawstring, knowledge existed in me from the beginning that I just had no trouble living as Princess Wang.

(... hard enough to stick to the body)

No modus operandi, no etiquette, no dance...... even if I can't remember that as a memory, it wasn't hard to remember it again as my own because my body remembered it properly.

But that was completely different from getting my memory back.

Although I can make a lot of good excuses for hearing loss, my primary purpose was to hold my stomach for my own safety, including a feeding operation. In other words, it was about preservation.

But that's not really all.

(Not the lost me, because I had a desire for you to recognize me now)

It seemed to me that being recognized for something Altilier didn't have to lose was the same thing that would get me to accept my new self.

(I want to stand next to His Highness. I want to be worthy......)

Yet every time I thought so, I couldn't help but think about my lost self.

The sense of loss due to lost memories will not be buried in a pompous vacuum.

This sense of loss is not something that someone will understand, maybe because there is no substitute anywhere for what you lose that you can't share with anybody.

The first things I saw when I opened my eyes were the adorable green and spring flowers. I finally got used to seeing that view, and I understood that this was my bedroom.

(... were you dreaming?

I didn't remember what my dream was.

(... ah...)

Only the contours of pity remain on my chest and my cheeks are wet.

When I got up on the bunk, I saw signs of people.

"... Your Highness, are you awake?

"Alice?"

"Yes."

I beg your pardon, speak up, and then Alice comes in.

"Has your fever gone down?

"... I don't know, I'm still a little confused"

"You're going to call a doctor."

"Yes."

I think it's an exaggeration, but I can't help it.

It's Princess Wang

I know exactly where I stand, so keep my mouth shut.

(I wonder what has happened since then)

I had no idea how long it took.

"Excuse me. Your Highness, how are you feeling?

"Lilia.... I'm a little confused, but I'm fine now"

"Please don't push me. … When His Highness held me back, I held my breath for a moment"

"I'm sorry. They stopped me when I left..."

I know what's going on.

Lilia also has trouble with Master Elaine, sighs one.

"... why the Duchess?

Though it is the Marquis de Rhodelia who thinks I have been disturbed.

"If Lady Elaine hadn't called, Her Highness would not have gotten any worse."

"... right"

If it was the Duke's Lady who first called it off, Your Highness probably wouldn't have stopped.

It was the Duchess who listened to the story.

"Your Highness is not a bad person herself..."

"Right. … but you're going to be used because of it"

"Yes.... so much so that you don't know what to say you suspect"

It was strange that even though they were so well used, they still wouldn't notice.

"So? How long has it been since the night of the night club?

"Her Royal Highness had been asleep for about two whole days. It's the third evening since then. Didn't you lose your stomach?

When they say that, I suddenly lose my stomach.

"... right. Snacks, please. Eating suddenly may surprise your stomach, so give me something good for digestion."

"Bring your queen's favorite egg dish."

"Thanks"

"Please, rest again until you can"

"If you sleep too much, you'll be blunt."

"As yet, your face is not a good color...... How about some paws? Won't it hurt?

"Looks fine now"

Gently peek into the blanket.

Seeing where the gauze is on your toes, maybe you've got a mame or something.

"You don't have to sleep, so lie down"

"... ok"

When they say that, I can't say that I still want to stay awake.

I remember a long time since I grew up, so I'm ashamed of things like the waste of my children.

"... Hey, Lilia. Do you know what happened after the night club?

"Is this the disposition of the Marquis de Rhodelia?

"Uh, including that, all of it"

"In the meantime, the Marquis de Rhodelia has been sent to the territory. Looks like you're going to be living a monastic life in your own church."

"... to church?

"Yes. He says it is the order of the Duke of Grachez to discipline himself firmly with strict commandments. They can't come out until they reflect."

"... reflection."

I wish I could reflect properly, but again, my consciousness fell into the swirl of sleep.

In the end, I got back on track after ten days had passed since the night of the nightclub.

"Good morning, Master Nadir"

"Morning, Rutia"

It was my first breakfast seat in ten days. Of course, it's been ten days since I've seen His Highness.

On the table, a plain omelet with a fluttering aroma of butter is lined with sakura croissants that are finally becoming satisfactorily made recently, and then a sausage that is freshly boiled and hot.

(Wonderful)

Even if I didn't say anything, the warm ones had an idea to serve while they were warm, and the plates I gently touched were warm.

"Your Highness, thank you for coming."

"No..."

I received a few flowers and cards of sympathy, but you were too busy to come.

"We apologize for your concern"

"Is that enough?

"Yes, the doctor also told me it was all right now"

I know I'm just a worried overprotective human being, so I can't keep the doctor on my side to get me out of my bedroom all the time.

Your Highness lays his own forehead on my forehead.

"... the fever does seem to have dropped"

"Yes. Honestly, it's too much sleep"