Formerly, The Fallen Daughter of the Duke

At some point the hot weather was over and the fruitful season was approaching.

During his long vacation at the Royal School, Vique seemed to be running to install a 'door'. As usual, visitors to foreign countries do not go to visit, and when visiting the outhouse where Claire is in between official duties, we chat.

Claire was purely happy to be in a relationship that was almost the same as before the retrograde, even as she cared about busy Vike.

Claire was Claire and worked more studying. After a long vacation, he was still learning from Lewis and letting him work like an assistant to the magicians of the Royal Palace, such as managing magic books.

I have also become good at sending long distance letters and arrange them myself without any worries when sending letters to my hometown.

Anne, my aunt, who became Charlotte's educator, had received a letter of slight concern. The content is' Charlotte can hardly come to church '.

Claire wanted to go back to Noston country and talk to her aunt once, but as the Virgin, she didn't have the right time with Anne, who was busy, and she didn't make it home during her long vacation.

"Lady Claire, Her Royal Highness, Vique has sent you an invitation."

In the evening, back from church, Sophie is holding a pale green envelope.

"Ah! You've arrived"

Claire makes her voice play. This envelope was an invitation to a nightclub to celebrate the 16th birthday of nearby Veek.

The other day, on behalf of some busy Vike lately, Claire arranged this invitation with Louis.

I really enjoyed this job, from choosing envelopes to making a list of invitees to selecting documents. Besides, Claire took it all the more to the unexpected side of Lewis that she always somehow chose envelopes to match the color of Veek's eyes.

(If I could really work at the royal palace after things were well carried)

Claire had come to know with the meticulous work and care of the people who supported the country this summer, and when she realized it, she thought so. I want to be their help in taking charge of this country, even if my relationship with Vique didn't come true.

In that sense, this help was a first job to remember.

The next birthday party will be Claire's first nightclub since she came to Papeet Country this time. Thinking of the melancholy and nervousness about the nightclub she experienced in her first life, this birthday party was quite easy and Claire was even looking forward to it.

"It's almost His Royal Highness Veek's birthday party. What kind of dress should I wear?"

"The lead role is Veek. You don't have to tailor it."

To Sophie's words, Claire smiles.

After Sophie's unfortunate exit, 'the beauty of the lady's fault is a waste', she opens the desk drawer in the corner of the room and takes care of her first job invitation to remember.

(... ah)

A light pink envelope behind the desk touches my eyes.

That was a letter from my mother, who had brought it sneaky from the Duke of Martino's house.

Claire always reads this letter when she wants to think of her mother. The beautiful letter of my mother reminded me of Claire's happy late mother and was an important treasure.

Take the pink envelope and spread it over your desk. Claire was somewhat compared alongside Veek's birthday party invitation.

"When your mother was writing this letter, she wouldn't have thought I'd be helping the Prince of the Great Powers and Puffy in the future."

Claire was rare and in the mood for someone to compliment her. My accomplishments tickle and I give my thoughts to my mother, who stays on the other side of my memory.

I have read the text over and over again before, but this was the first time I had looked at this letter with pride.

(... that?

Claire was uncomfortable. Both are letters written on soft, fine paper, but my mother's letters are more convex.

(Something... written?

The convex was the handwriting of a letter that would have been written on top of each other more than a decade ago.

(I wonder what letter your mother wrote)

Claire, out of curiosity, tries to illuminate the letter with light or change the angle.

"I want that kid... alone...?

(What's that girl...)

"Is this about Charlotte?"

Claire shrugs. I just thought so.

As far as Claire knows, Charlotte should have been brought to the Martino family on account of her mother's death from an epidemic disease.

Until then, it had not even been revealed that it existed, and there was no reason to know that Claire's mother wanted to take Charlotte.

"What do you mean...? To…"

Claire stares into the irregularities. Florence, I thought I could read that.

"I wonder if this letter was preceded by a letter addressed to my aunt."

Claire thinks. Assuming that's true, the brothers don't know, but at least their parents and grandmother knew Charlotte existed and were ready to welcome her as the adopted daughter of the Martino family.

In fact, however, Claire's mother died and was not transferred to execution until Charlotte's whereabouts ran out.

(When Charlotte came to my house, she was terribly skinny)

When I was a kid, I dug up a lot of memories. Speaking of which, when my grandmother was alive, I felt she wanted to keep Charlotte's presence away for some reason.

It was all with my brothers or one Claire who got my grandmother to read the picture books and heard the old stories. There was no Charlotte there.

Claire can't help but think of her brother Oscar's "He's an old lady's boyfriend. Instead, we'll be nice. 'I honestly believed in the phrase.

But on second thought, it's an unnatural story for a mild, warm grandmother to alienate Charlotte to anyone.

"Dear Aunt... I wonder if you knew anything about Charlotte"

White magic, directed at Claire and Veek at that night club. Claire is heartbroken just to remember that.

"If you ask Aunt Anne, she might know something."

Claire took the pen quickly.

Without informing you of the existence of a letter from my mother, write down your desire to know how I took Charlotte away. Subtle, he also added wording asking about his grandmother's reaction. Write this far, and Anne feels like she'll guess what Claire's not going to say.

Truth is, I wanted to go see him. In fact, if Claire is alone, she can't even go if she uses metastatic magic.

But if anyone but Ann had found me in the Noston country, now I didn't feel like the time to risk that much.

When I finish sending my letter to Ann, I open my desk drawer again and take out my new note and envelope. I bought it at a stationery store the other day when I was out of town.

The light salmon pink basement was decorated with colorful beautiful stones and pure white lace, which I thought would be perfect for Claire's sister. When I ink the tip of the pen, I start writing updates as usual.

The reply from Charlotte hasn't come in a while.

―――――

Nicolas Windsor, the youngest daughter of the lead Duke's family in the Puffett Country, was troubled.

"Nicolas, we're all worried you're not feeling well here."

Nicola's father, Lord Windsor, the king's brother, peeks into Nicola's face on the table. He's heartbreaking at the depressed appearance of his youngest son, so cute that it doesn't hurt to put him in his eyes.

"Father...... then please proceed with the engagement of me and Brother Veek!

To avoid getting down to business, Nicola tells the joke, but half meant it.

"I'd like to do anything you want... Exactly. That's impossible. Your Highness is my cousin."

"Why not? Because when I was little, no one stopped me when I was going to be your brother's daughter-in-law"

"I thought it was a dream story... unique to girls."

It was Lord Windsor who clearly rejected Nicolas' plea, but it was complicated all over his chest.

(I didn't know it would stick this far...... I don't want to make you sad, but I can't accept it)

Nicola was concerned about the reputation of Claire Martino, an international student with a background in the prestigious Duke's house in her neighboring country.

At the Royal School, he samurai to Vik's side, and although he hasn't been in the bright light, he hears he made a leap during the planning of the Second Prince Oswald.

Most importantly, I was shocked that Vike's gaze at her included kindness I had never seen before. I want to do something about it before she gets any closer to Veek. Nicola's true intentions were there.

"Besides, I hear Your Highness is cordial with the princess of the Duke of Noston."

……

Nicolas, poked at the pain, swells her cheeks.

"More than that, what about that interview from His Highness? I guess I haven't replied yet, even though I said it was fine after the baptism ceremony. I thought Nicola wanted it herself."

"Yes, but...... Let me think a little more, Father!

Nicola says so, taking a seat and leaving the room. At the same time as closing the door, I felt like I heard my father sigh in the rear.

Even I don't really think I can marry your brother.

Nicola has previously wanted to study at the Royal College of Aristocracy in the Noston Nation. He hoped to gain experience in other countries in order to support Vique in the future. At that time, parents and kings who adored their last daughter vehemently opposed it, and the plan disappeared with bubbles.

But before summer, the study abroad story suddenly resurfaced. There, Nicolas suspects that some political reason is involved.

Nicola didn't know what to do herself, mixed with her curiosity to try and learn away from her parents and her unwillingness to leave Vique's side, and her desire to play a splendid role as the lead Duke's wife.

(Though I'm not going to send my conclusions forward forever... But I don't feel like I can make a normal decision right now!