Fake Cinderella

Having a couple fights, I think, is one guideline.

I'm not saying we're close enough to fight, but the fact that we can fight is that we have as much relationship as we can with the other person as we can with our mouths first. And it means that we're acknowledging each other as equal opponents who can then have their opinions fought.

So my ambition right now can be 'couple fights'.

(... Well, my lord and I don't look very equal!

But nothing. I'm not a yes-man to everything about His Highness Nadir.

And I'm not going to be just mentally protected.

(It's just physically protected)

So this is nothing like a couple fights this time.

(Just because I'm obstinate!

"... rutia..."

I don't have to look at your face to know that it would be a troubled look. So I don't dare look at you.

('Cause I, I'm mad!

I said I wasn't angry at all at the vegetable-exhausted breakfast table, but now I'm angry.

(... what does Your Highness think of me as)

Slowly glancing down, His Highness Nadir was dressed in long clothes in shades slightly closer to the discoloration of the formal outfit with Phil's hand.

Seeing this sight, some may wonder that there is no such thing as a dedicated squire.

But His Highness Nadir doesn't just keep his squire by his side. Secretarial competence will be required in order to serve His Highness Nadir as a squire. And when you do business in public as a secretary, it's not uncommon for you to have a hand in your job and not a single squire.

"... Ruthia, can you show me your face?

Leaving him nagging, he stares at the sculpture of His Highness's long garment decorative buttons. Beautifully colored silk, neither blue nor blue, is a Dardinian specialty. I think it suits His Highness well.

I don't wear any other jewellery besides the sword around my waist, but my changed outfit is due to the fact that I have just entered the event rush for the Founding Festival & Coronation.

"... Welcome"

And I can't hide my obstinate expression because I can't help it.

(Together, I wanted to go!!

His Highness Nadir strokes his pompous head, not knowing what to say to me.

It was His Royal Highness Nadir who decided to absent the events of today. It is not stingy to follow it.

I've been made to dress as a man. I can even give up the beautiful gown I've been preparing for a long time if they tell me it's necessary to keep me safe.

But there is a premise that you can follow in this way.

I was willing to follow, but they still told me to stay because it's dangerous to take them.

Because it's all right as long as it's some danger! I'd like to say, but I can't say that it's my biggest job to be protected.

(... it's hard to put me in a safe place and watch His Highness step into danger by himself)

"... why can't I attend"

"Not yet, isn't it?

His Highness glances at the foot of my amber leather boots.

"I've recovered enough to dance already"

"... rutia"

He was called to fame with a voice to blame.

"Because I don't want His Highness to go alone."

Even though this outfit would keep up, His Highness shook his neck to the side.

His Highness didn't even think about that at all, though I thought the flavor of men's clothing was usually to go somewhere I wouldn't go.

By the way, I find it useful now that I'm a samurai apprentice who went up to the royal palace on Phil's edge. The name is Erti-Ardia… Phil's sister's dowry relative. Phil made me dress like a man for disguise, but Phil, hand-wound in vain, also had proper formal paperwork in place. The only lie is that the mere existence of Elty prepared all the others for real.

"... because I'm going to put an end to it properly"

"Do not treat children"

His Royal Highness laughs at me.

At the vegetable-exhausted breakfast table, we discussed a few things, exchanged opinions on a few things, compromised, and rebelled in the last one - - in the end, I had no choice but to give way to the weakness of my position.

"... I want to cook. May I offer His Highness lunch and dinner?"

That was my compromise.

After this, the event is second only to the event, and I haven't actually been able to set a clear lunch time or dinner time. If you can't eat before Jiesai, naturally, you will come to the ritual without a meal.

(And yet, you're going to hide and end up with a lot of things, right, this guy?)

(Let me help you too)

Perhaps, though His Highness would never tell me he wanted help from himself.

"That's about it, I don't mind....... Phil"

"Heck. I know. Don't worry, I've been following you with escorts."

"Oh."

'Cause the kitchen's gonna get you to use a new place.'

"That's fine."

Between His Royal Highness and Phil, the necessary information is confirmed.

The door is knocked wide like a gongong, not a con.

Because His Highness and Phil got the same disgusting look, maybe the two of them figured out the Lord of Knocks.

"... excuse me, Your Highness"

It was Claude Ewes, the husband of Princess Arienol, a dark-haired young man with a slightly tough face, who came in.

I bow my head and wait for Claude to pass, as my own ladies will.

I guess he didn't recognize me as me. He passed in front of me without giving me a glimpse and knelt before His Highness.

"Your Royal Highness Prince Wang, please take your seats."

"Oh."

Finally, His Highness, with his sword resting on his decorated sheath at his waist, gently stroked my head as he passed by.

"... So, Phil. Shall we go?"

"Huh? To where?

Phil = Lynn has the look that he doesn't know what they're saying for a second.

"You'll let me cook, won't you?

This anger, or stress... is the best way to relieve the swirling sprouts in your chest is to cook a little hands-on.

(... what shall I make)

Without trying, they can cook with their own hands, which they were about to give up.

"... uh, roger. Copy that. Follow me."

In this case, but I'm just getting a little excited.

(Let's make something delicious. delicious with a gentle flavour)

For lunch, I'd like something quick to eat.

(... pizza, pickled tea, risotto... rice cooking, udon... no, something easy to eat. Something delicious even if it cools......)

Turn some corners and go through a long corridor. I was invited to the shiny corner as if the construction had just been completed.

"... this is the princess's new palace"

"Is it a new palace?

"Whoa. It's a new rear palace, to be exact.... Since Nadir doesn't need a rear palace that big, plans are underway to shut down the old palace and fix the aging soot building one by one. So, here's the beginning of it.... The design was done by Nadir. He said it would make your palace easy to use."

Located in a fairly deep corner of the Royal Palace, there is a garden like the Crown Princess's Palace.

"... that's shiny"

"Well, you just remodeled it. … gather skilled craftsmen for a little bit… I just finished it yesterday"

Glad I made it, Phil narrows his eyes.

"I guess the truth is Nadir was going to bring..."

"Because I persuaded you...... maybe you're in a good mood?

"Uh, sort of."

Phil-Lynn laughed in the back of her throat as she creaked.

"... you are so awesome. Make Nadir look like that, pull it out to concession... you're the only one left to let Nadir get this far."

"Really?

"Oops.... With you, His Royal Highness the Perfect King is just not perfect, so crazy...... thanks"

"Yes? So why is Phil thanking you?

"No, as his daughter-in-law... whenever he looks funny, I feel like thanking him. That's what I couldn't do."

"... you're welcome, but I really don't need that at all. Because daughters and wives are in a completely different position and position!

"I know. Let me thank you."

"No thanks, Phil. Let me hit you once."

"To? Huh? I did something."

"It annoys me that you think you have a right to thank your wife."

"Huh? Huh? What, are you jealous of me?

"I'm not jealous. Because I just exercise my wife's rights!

"... no, because it's jealous! Me, because I don't care at all!

Phil shakes his neck sideways as he sifts. The face was weird. You're laughing a lot, but you also look like you're about to cry.

"... hey, princess. I'm really glad.... For him, only the princess is his... 'special' with her own. The princess thinks he's special. It's such a miracle coincidence. It's not that I'm rolling."

"What are you talking about, isn't it a coincidence?"

"Huh?"

"Me, Your Highness, I tried. … is a result of respecting each other and passing through time."

Yeah, I'm glad to see Phil straight and be told.

"… achievements, or"

"Yes."

I nodded clearly and confidently.

Phil also shut his own mouth, trying to thank him. Ability to learn and above all.

"... oh, princess, over here"

Guided is in front of a large oak door. The disappointing doors are very heavy and somewhat compressive.

"... What is this place?

"Please, open the door. Your Highness."

Phil bowed his head respectfully in a playful tone.

I wasn't sure, but I pushed the door open as they told me.

It opened so lightly that it could not be felt from the appearance of heaviness.

"... Huh?

It was the kitchen that was spreading across the door.

"Wow......"

I looked out.

The latest oven, the washing area, and the pans and frying pans in the shiny hall filled the walls.

"Nadir says you want to make it directly..."

"Yes. Yes, it is."

That's Master Nadir, I thought. Maybe what I was nodding about was the prospect.

"... Shall I make a sandwich with plenty of utensils His Highness likes for lunch? So, at night, it's meat dumplings stew."

"What do you like about that guy?

"I do.... some menus to replace silently... for now, meat, you love it"

"Well, men like meat. Especially if you want to."

"Then Phil, bring me this ingredient."

Give me the note that was in the pocket of my long coat.

Men's outfits are convenient because they have a lot of pockets to keep a lot of things together, and their sleeves haven't spread. It's very easy to move because it's trousers in solid boots at the foot.

"Flour, soba flour, cheese, eggs, ham and bacon... you can't forget vegetables either"

"Uh, in the meantime, don't ever move from here until I get my ingredients back."

"Yes."

I nodded forcefully.

In a copper-coloured pan, the greens and vegetables are simmered.

Carefully shrugging the acne, he used the fire next to it and simmered the bechamel sauce in a small bread.

Saute carefully sifted flour in plenty of butter, then boil it down with fresh milk - - - That's all the procedure, to put it into words, but this is quite a heavy labor.

I wish I had a stew mix over there, but each and every one of them gets hand-worked here.

(That was delicious with that one, but this is delicious, isn't it)

The aroma of butter and milk are mixed to give it a gentle smell.

"... I've been stirring that for a long time now, what are you making?

"The stew's ex, is it? It can be applied to a variety of sources."

I'm excited just to see shiny frying pans and pans, and sometimes just to see knives that seem to cut anything.

(Oh, you're acting like someone a little dangerous, me)

"... the princess is an unusual woman"

"Yes?"

"You'd rather have a clean pot or frying pan or knife than a clean gem or dress, wouldn't you?

"... well, yeah"

That means Nadir's operation is a big win, or he whispers.

(Operation? Of what?

Drop dough for gullets over a larger frying pan. The technique is to bake this large to an even thickness.

(... I remember this hand properly...)

Where the surface foamed up a little and the fire came through, I had mild crusty white mold cheese and lined it with salted pork thinly chopped and roasted. For shades, sprinkle with a vegetable called Marshall Leaf, which is very similar to a water vegetable, to bring honey to the finish.

"Wait a minute, princess, isn't that honey now?

"Yeah, I do, though"

"Honey for meat, cheese and vegetables?

"Yeah. I'm fine. It sounds like a mismatch, but this combination is great."

"No, no, no, princess, how much princess loves honey, that's not true."

"That's not true.... Gudagda, if you say so, you just have to try it"

Yes, go ahead. and. When I twirled the garret, I wrapped it in a barrel and twirled it into a paper napkin and gave it to him.

Paper napkins, which have recently become mass-produced, have a shade of grey rather than white. It is a very convenient item to dispose of when this is the case.

(It can't be used for a regular dinner or anything)

"... eh"

Phil-Lynn looks as if she has seen all the despair in the world.

"Eat, Phil"

I grinned.

"Yes, no... but, princess"

"It's much better when it's warm."

I prefer something warm with melted cheese, although it tastes good when it's cold, and it's extraordinary that it was done.

It looks flexible and Phil is very conservative for food. I probably have a conservative taste because I'm eating solid food from a mother who is very good at cooking.

(In that regard, you're Nadir at all, aren't you?)

His Royal Highness Nadir doesn't have much of a say in taste.

It's not a delicious or bad classification, it's the lowest rule as to whether you can eat or not.

Of course, there are things I don't like, but I eat quietly when it's a pain in the ass to get rid of them.

For His Highness, meals were only a means of sustaining life.

(... I don't know if such a Nadil has been able to like or dislike it properly lately)

I have something emotional to think about in the beginning.

"... hmm...?

Phil's face with his mouth full of snacks and Garrett, is that it? Turns into something called.

"... Princess, I can do this at all"

"It would be. I hate eating."

I laughed proudly and began to wrap the garrett around as one to be delivered at His Highness's lunch.