Fake Cinderella

Living in the royal palace makes me a little more sensitive to people's signs.

It can't be the first thing you can really be alone even if you want to be alone. I always wonder if there's an escort somewhere, even if there's nobody within sight.

So I noticed signs of people before I opened my eyes. Though I had noticed...... Still, if you open your eyes and have people in front of you, you can't be surprised.

"...... Huh!!!!" [incomprehensible]

When I'm really surprised, my voice doesn't seem to answer right away. My throat beats off, I get my breath fixed, and then I squeeze my voice out.

(... so much voice)

I've never shouted like this before.

Instead of screaming, I was calm in my head, but the screaming didn't stop suddenly. With a much higher voice than I thought I was somehow, I just hit my head a little bit.

To my screams, the people who were peeking rushed to fly.

"... hey, hey..."

"That's why I told you to stop. You can't complain about a noble lady stepping into her sleep if she's killed by an escort or something."

"I didn't mean to attack you!!

I was screaming, getting up and falling back on the bed. I couldn't count on anything like that, but I was stuck in a pillow.

My breath is broken, and I open my eyes wide again.

I got a visual on two people -- one with blue eyes in his black brown hair. The other has steel hair and green eyes. It was a pair of boys who I thought were about two or three years older than me.

You two look at me.

I saw the two of them, too.

"What the hell!

Running in there was a nun who was nursing me during the yume depression.

"Rug! Rufa!! You guys!"

"Oh Me, Lela"

"What does it mean to break into a lady's room without permission!

"So sorry. I just wanted to know what happened to the kid we helped."

A black-brown-haired boy called Rug joins hands with the bread and apologizes with sorrow.

"I told you I was asleep. Not at all!!"

He said he didn't want to attack me.

"That's not the problem. It's an off-topic business, such as entering a lady's bedroom without permission."

"So, but, Lela Adele. Sure, this lady may be a lady, but this is an orphanage."

Lela is a tribute to the man who made the monastic vows. Apart from the story that the Orthodox Church is to have made a monastic vow, though not so harsh on commandments, they are charged with a lot of work.

"So if you think you'll be forgiven, oh no, Rufa. Look, if this is this guy's mansion, your necks are so far away from your torso."

"Holy shit."

"... uh..."

(... Probably, yes. I mean, if I told Master Nadir about this now, I would feel like it would be horrible)

Not to them, of course, nor to me.

Yeah. I won't talk about this when I get back.

"That's what it is. Look, both of you, get out."

"Uh-huh. I haven't told you anything yet!

"You are schools"

"Eh, it's already a festival!

"We don't even need to be particularly prepared this year. No need to rest."

"No, Lela Adele. I have something to think about. We want to be ready for that."

"Rufa, Rug... it's something you can't help. This will also be the thoughts of the Mother Goddess."

"Lela, I won't bother you..."

"Please"

The boys raise their heads together.

"... you have no choice"

Sister...... Lela Adele sighed loudly.

"Okay. I'll leave you guys to it. … but be sure to report it when you decide what to do. Nice."

"Yes."

"Of course."

Yay! and I drop off the two of you leaving, expressing delight in your mouth.

"Well..."

And turned to me.

"... Um..."

"... I'm sorry, lady"

Deeply bow your head.

I guess I call you 'lady' because you don't know who I am. The call 'lady' is versatile and almost universal as a call to the noble lady.

However, it is somewhat inappropriate to call on the royal family. I don't think I have enough respect.

(But you can't reveal your identity here...)

"Oh, no. I'm just surprised......... never mind. So... where are we?

"This is the west side of the royal palace. It's an orphanage attached to a cathedral in the Regalia district."

"Koji-kun"

"Yes. So, ma'am. Lady, why are you here like this? With all due respect, this is no place for a lady to step in."

"... I... ran away."

"Did you come running? From what?

"It's..."

Can I say that they seem to be after life here?

(No, but I'd be in trouble if they kicked me out with that)

It's a little more on hold that I'm going to the Duke of Grachez mansion than Lady Elaine is. So, more than anything, we needed a base for the moment.

Seeing me lay my eyes down and think about it, Lela Adele seems to have complemented me by thinking for herself why I can't really tell you.

"Okay. Now I can't ask why. But in a place like this, you can't keep your daughter forever."

"… I must return to my home on the day of the Founding Fathers' Day."

Without me, the maiden of flowers, the Founding Fathers' Festival would not begin.

If it is another year, then there is an understudy, but only this year, there is no understudy. There is no substitute for me.

"Really?"

"I want to think about how to get back… a little bit."

"... ok. Please, use this room until you return."

"Thanks, Lela"

It's Adele.

"Thank you, Lela Adele"

"No.... please, don't regret it. Please take your time."

"Yes."

Lela Adele is probably making a lot of mistakes.

But I can't right that mistake. There's too much I can't talk about right now.

(sorry)

Lella, who leaves graciously in beautiful motion, is probably of aristocratic origin. The outfit is so beautiful, and the words have an upper class specific accent.

(Probably, there are circumstances...)

A noble daughter takes a monastic vow and becomes a nun. It wouldn't be such a light circumstance.

Maybe Lela Adele is very kind because she flirted with herself.

(But I guess your circumstances and mine are completely different......)

That's all I said.

**********

"Yo."

"... hello there"

"It's nothing suspicious. Don't raise your voice."

Borrowing a simple piece as a change of clothes with Lela's generosity, just after dressing, the pair who were supposed to have just left dashed their faces through the window.

"………… Hello"

Of course, I can't hide my guard. My liver is not thick enough to stay alert here.

"You know, I'm not really a suspicious person. We're looking out for you in this orphanage."

"You know, we helped you."

"... that's, thank you"

"You've been here a while."

"... I'll take care of you until you pick me up"

Pepper, and bow your head.

"... welcome,"

Earlier, a boy called Rag crooked his lips.

"Yes, because my family is alone...... I'm sure you're worried"

(Dear Nadir, I wonder what you're doing...)

I think of my husband who is away. Being away is the usual thing in itself, but the situation is different this time around.

"Alone? So, what's a family, father? Mother?"

"My mother died when I was born. My father is remarried and has little luck..."

"So, who's alone?

I answer, though I am barely pressured by the momentum of a boy called Rufa, who asks me sooner rather than later.

"... my husband"

"To?"

"Whoa?

"Yes."

(It's not about hiding, is it? Nothing)

"We got married very quickly because of circumstances."

I can't give you the details. When you say, you two look at each other and say, "Wife? Huh? Are you a wife?" or "Husband... Husband..." is bumping and crushing.

I don't know what touched their heart's harp line so much, but it's a little crazy.

"So? What can I do for you?

When I left him alone, he seemed to do it forever, so he asked from me.

"... oh, I'm sorry. It was a bit of a shock..."

"I'm sorry. I'm just surprised."

"No, I don't mind, but if you need me, go ahead."

"Oh, oh..."

"Er... you're a noble lady, aren't you?

"Yes."

I nod.

To be more precise, she is a lady of great nobility, royal and queen of princes.

Nevertheless, here and now, even I know that my identity, my family, etc. are useless. Though, of course, I would never reveal that.

"You know, I want to borrow your wisdom"

"What?"

"You know, why don't you come here for a second?"

"This way?"

"Yes. Over here."

The rug puts its hands up to me.

"... to me, get through the window?

"Yeah, you can come through the door, but this one's close, huh?

No, that's not the problem.

"It's not dangerous. I'll be there for you."

Rufa said with a serious face.

"... ok. Please keep it to yourself."

"What?

"That I did something like this."

Put the chair on the wall to the window and lean up to the chair. Chair to window frame. And he jumped out of the window frame to support the two hands offered.

"You're used to it."

"I'm not used to it!

At least, it's impossible for me right now.

(... you have to find out)

And just a little...... sorry to His Highness Nadir who would be looking for me or worried about me, but it was really just a little more fun.

**********

"... What is this tragedy?"

It was the kitchen, though it seemed like a lot of terrible things.

Because the floor is buried with something that we don't know if it's garbage, ingredients or waste.

The oven is thinly dirty and the pan stays out.

"Uh, hey..."

"... it's cleaning"

"Huh?"

"The kitchen is about to make a meal! I deal with food. Do you know what that means?

"Huh?

It's a pain in the ass switch in me.

'Cause this filth is not very much, but it's unforgivable.

It's never acceptable to make something in a person's mouth in a place like this.

"One person should first clean up all the trash together. Brush the floor with the mop there for the other...... no, come wash the mop clean first before brushing the floor. Brushing the floor with a dirty mop just gets dirty."

"Huh? Huh?

"Yes, just move!

I slap my hands on bread.

"I'll borrow this apron."

I borrow the apron that was there and lay it over a piece.

This piece is borrowed, so you can't get it dirty just in case.

Probably made from fabric that unwrapped clothes for adults, a little big for me. The child of the owner must have worn it dearly.

Put your hair together using the triangular scarf that was in your apron pocket.

"Okay."

Running away deflections all the time.

"I polish the oven and workbench, don't I?... Ah, get rid of the garbage there too"

"Oh, yes."

The oven was old but still active.

Little different from what I have in my kitchen at the Royal Palace...... the type that has become the prototype of the mould I am used to using, not only can scones and cookies be baked together at a time, but I can also boil the jam at an empty fire escape.

"Look, cleanliness is the first thing that matters where food is handled!

"" Yes ""

The two nod with a good reply.

(Is that it? What was the errand, by the way?

I'm sure it's less urgent to see where I haven't mentioned it yet.

(Whatever you do first, it's cleaning)

I shook my deflection and began to brush my old fashioned oven.