Formerly, The Fallen Daughter of the Duke

A few days later.

Paperwork had been cleaned up on a steep pitch for a new semester at the Royal College of Aristocracy a week later in the office of First Prince Asberto of the Noston Nation.

"Your Highness, what shall we do with these documents?"

"Oh, as soon as this one's cleared up, I'll take care of it"

Charlotte, seated in her new fiancée's seat, watched as Asberto and his neighbors rushed to work.

(I'm here because you invited me to tea, and the place is in the reception room. And I can't believe I'm going back to work in only 10 minutes! Boring!)

Asberto wrote to Charlotte every day, as Claire told him, and this is how he even invited her to tea today. However, it seems that Asberto is very clear about what 'when I have time' means.

Charlotte sighed, pinching a teacup containing tea that had completely cooled down.

(I get letters every day, and Master Asberto is happy to be engaged to me... right?

says Asbert, who noticed Charlotte's gaze from the next room.

"Shall I bring you a cup of tea?"

"Thank you. This tea is really good."

Charlotte rushed to hide her broken expression and replied with a fluffy, adorable smile.

"That's good. This tea was taught to Claire before. Said it was perfect for my pretty sister."

"Well, your sister."

Inside, Charlotte wasn't funny. Because all the letters that arrive every day and the tea that is thus prepared were about Claire. Starting with "Don't you miss your sister" and continuing with "Have you heard from my sister" and "I want to give Charlotte a note with my sister's favorite flowers on it," today it's "Tea taught by Claire".

(Even I didn't expect to be gone so soon before the good (...) feeling (...) degree (...) with Asberto had risen!

Charlotte, alone in the reception room, was poisoned.

Plus, there was another thing in Charlotte that wasn't funny. That's the educator the royal family put on Charlotte at Claire's request.

The educator was determined to be Anne, his aunt, who serves as the Virgin in the church of the Royal Palace. As Claire requested, in addition to his flamboyant personality, he comes from and comes from the prestigious Duke of Martino family. On top of that, an arrow of white feathers stood on Anne with the consideration that she must be a good consultant to Charlotte in the future with white magic.

(When I enrolled in the Royal College of Aristocrats, I was going to escort Asberto over the weekend to party threesome! It's impossible to go home to the Royal Palace every week. Besides, I can't believe the educator is such an aunt who makes fun of all her sisters...!

Charlotte threw her hands and feet at the sofa in the reception room without looking at her.

―――――

After Charlotte returned home after a boring tee time, an Oscar had arrived in Asberto's office returning from the Puffet Nation.

"Thank you for your long journey. I hear it was a grand sumptuous ceremony. How is Miss Claire doing?"

"My sister will reap a great harvest with her diligence in front of her. As requested, a large room was also given inside the royal palace. I thank His Highness Asberto for his consideration."

"Well... that's good"

Asberto nodded contentedly, but froze at the next Oscar report.

"On the road to Papeet country, my sister seems to have had an intentional relationship with His Highness the First Prince of Papeet country, His Highness Veek. unexpected and could be a bridge of friendship between the two countries"

"... Miss Claire?"

"Yes."

"… report, hard work"

Asberto finally answered that, waiting for Oscar to finish his exit before calling Salomon.

"Salomon."

"Yes."

"When she settled down, I was going to send her a flower note that she said she liked. That's all I gave Charlotte the other day. Make arrangements."

"Your Highness... Giving a note also means you are urging a letter. I asked my ex-fiancée if that's just it."

Salomon's opinion was extremely decent.

"... sure, you're right"

To Asberto, who is dropping his shoulder, Salomon further says.

"Miss Claire seems to be totally looking forward. Your Highness asked me if I should take care of Miss Charlotte."

(Will she... come back to this country someday)

Asberto sighed, holding a note woven with beautiful flowers.

―――――

As the diagonal asbestos was immersed in sentimental mood, Vik's clerk's office in the Pfeet-country had gathered four people besides the lord of the room.

"I'm sorry, Claire. You don't have the person you invited..."

To Keith, who apologizes for looking sorry, Donnie goes on too.

"It's impossible! I got a sudden call from the Royal School in the morning.... I think I'll be back soon.

"I don't have a choice. I guess I'm in for a rush."

Claire didn't care at all about Veek being out, but Keith and Donnie apparently assumed Claire was here to see Veek.

"Apparently, there's been a little trouble at the Royal School."

Just as Lewis tried to explain to me in detail why he wasn't there, Veek came back.

"I've got a problem"

"... welcome back. Sorry to bother you."

Claire smiles and speaks to Veek, who is back with a bummer.

"... sorry to keep you waiting.

Vik's face, not upset by Claire's appearance in the office, belonged to the First Prince.

"No. Did something happen at the Royal School"

"Starting next semester, something from the Count family with a bit of troublesome sorcery is set to move into the royal school in Wangdu. Many vigilant nobles have gone to the Royal School to adjust"

……

Claire had a bad feeling.

Count Meade's Dion.

Claire solidifies into Lewis' words as expected.

(Dear Dion of Count Meade's house... it should be more than a year before they transfer in. Why...?

Ever since I heard about the Holy Springs landfill on Lindell Island, it evokes certain doubts that have been dispelled in my mind.

Claire should have shared Dion's magic.

(... if he'd blacked out with me the last time he released the purification in the world ahead)

Claire felt trembling with horror.

Claire can't deny the possibility that she's bringing him into this world. That Claire is trying to forcefully crush the Holy Springs she needs to be baptized, or that she's moving into the Royal School sooner than planned. All of them only seemed to Claire as the answer to the doubt.

To Claire with a blue face, says Veek.

"Claire... I'll tell her because it's also something to do with it. Next time, a man named Dion of the Count Meade family, who was to be transferred to the Royal School, is a magical user close to the curse of 'sharing magic'. I've never been there to defend myself."

"... ok"

Claire answered at last.

"What do we do? Do you want to be escorted every day?"

Keith with arms asks Vik.

"No, it's not necessary. Using a curse on me would not do me any good. More disturbing than that are the aristocrats who are sending their sons to the royal school in Wangdu. But Dion of Count Meade's family also has the right to choose a school. But that is why ignoring the opposition of the nobles would mislead the Count Meade family into gaining the back of the royal family"

"... it was a long time ago, but Count Meade has a priori."

What Lewis is saying would be that he was descended from the Duke's to the Count's more than 100 years ago in an attempt to rebel against the Royal Family.

A year later Count Meade's involvement in the Lindell Nation invasion decades ago becomes thicker in addition to it. Four more people still don't know that the whole way of decline awaits for putting the next Prince Wang's fiancée in danger.

(When the hell is Dion? Is this just a coincidence?... and you know me. We have to talk.)

Claire was thinking what she could do, staring at the four people discussing the measures.