Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry

Leticiel was confused.

If you move your eyes to the left and right and stare around, you realize that you are sleeping in a strange room, on a bed with a strange canopy.

Where the hell am I? Haven't I been deprived of everything by an enemy soldier who broke in and turned down my life myself?

Get up with your thighs and look at your chest. There was no sword or scratch there in my memory, I just had smooth, spotless skin like a white frill negligee and white magnet.

There is no mistake in Leticiel's memory. I can still clearly remember that feeling of the sand of my life spilling.

Leticiel is definitely dead. Dead, should be.

The worst happens to my brain.

No way, was the neighboring country carrying enough surgeons to treat Leticiel for that condition? Have I lived forever by my neighbor?

My whole body's blood caught on sassy. If this prediction is correct, Leticiel will have been helped by hateful enemies who have broken everything about him. I was mildly desperate.

I didn't want to be what my neighbor wanted me to be, and I wanted to follow my loved ones, and Leticiel let go of his life. Yet isn't this the pot they think it is after all?

It was not grief, despair or hatred that dominated Leticiel today, but a fierce anger at himself and his neighbours who could not die.

Pushing over the futon he was wearing, Leticiel gets out of bed. As it is, I will be used as a tool for my neighbours.

I can't allow Leticiel to hold on to that. Taking revenge is easy. But what I lost where I did that won't come back forever, and it's just vain.

Revenge on our neighbour, someone will do it sooner or later. In this turbulent world, it is as much a country as it is a neighbour. A country like that will destroy its neighbors soon.

Find out if there's anything in the room that could be a murder weapon. After all, is this a neighboring country, and nothing was put away that seemed like a tool that could be used for suicide.

As the rush gradually began to gather, what caught my eye was a glass vial placed on my desk. Leticiel grabbed the vial without hesitation and slammed it on the floor.

The glass vial was smashed to pieces by the impact that hit the ground. Picking up a huge fragment in it, Leticiel points a pointed corner at his neck.

"Excuse me. Good morning, uncle..."

It was at the same time that a young man in black swallowtail clothes came into the room, trying to swing a piece of glass erected by Leticiel down his throat.

"... be!? What are you doing!!?

As soon as he captured Leticiel's appearance, the man changed his complexion and ran rough with his voice.

Unlike between the thrones, this is a small room. Before a piece of glass pierced Leticiel's throat, the man reached Leticiel and tightened his wings.

"Please don't!! Throw away what you have in that hand now!!

"Let go...! I won't let you do what you want! If it means stopping, bite off your tongue. But..."

"Don't get too fast!! Lady!! Miss Drossel!!!

To the scream of a man like a stuffed feather, Leticiel stops the movement in a pittance. Male restraint did not strike my mind. Now I hear something I don't hear.

"... Drossel... lady...?

Who the hell is that about? Because I was Leticiel, not the princess of the border country?

The piece of glass that was in my hand while I was shaking it was taken away, but Leticiel was not the other way around.

Long hair poured into the edge of his gaze with harrowing on a clap with his face facing down, its color was brilliant silver with transparency. I don't know this hair color. Because Leticiel's hair was golden.

Who am I now?

I found a small mirror before I raised my gaze. It was standing next to a glass vial, but earlier it was as if I hadn't noticed.

In the mirror was the face of a girl I had never seen before. Transparent shiny silver hair, ceramically smooth white skin, and eyes bordered by long lashes are soothingly slit lengths, in different colors, both left and right.

Overall, she was a beautiful girl with a beautiful face. I don't know how old I am, but I am cool and adult for looking young. I get a slightly cold impression when I'm faceless.

Both the pink left eye and the empty right eye were covered and hidden in the eyelids together if Leticiel blinked. The strange girl in the mirror was Leticiel with no deception.

In that reality, Leticiel is stunned. Leticiel had blonde hair. The color of the eyes was lavender, both left and right, and the face was not this kind of grown-up face, but a slightly cuter system face.

I didn't know what that meant.

He was supposed to have died pierced by a sword, but when he realized he was nowhere, such as scratches, and thought he'd been caught by a neighboring country, but now he was someone he didn't know somewhere.

I don't know what that means. Do I even dream?

The samurai who came into the room with the relieved Leticiel took him to bed and started treating him with a first aid kit that he removed from nowhere.

Leticiel's hand, holding a piece of glass, was scratched. Leticiel looks at the ladies who are disinfecting and providing allowances at first sight.

"... shouldn't I be cured by magic?

"Magic...? Is that saying something magical?

The question was returned with a question. Besides, I heard another word I didn't know. Magic...? Do you call magic magic in this country?

"Besides, lady, only a handful of chosen people can use the healing magic of light attributes."

"Ha..."

"So it's not something you can do with magic, like cure it."

I've never heard that before. Leticiel was in an admirable mess.

At least when she was a princess, most humans could have used healing magic if they could have used it. Rather, if you can't use it, dogs die on the battlefield. Protect yourself, because it was a time when you would easily die if you couldn't do it.

The maid who finished the allowance cleared the first aid kit and disappeared beyond the other door in the room as it was.

Leticiel looks at his own hand with a bandage wrapped around it. The samurai said healing magic is rare. But I'm sure I could have used it. Leticiel activates sorcery to see if it's really unusable.

If Leticiel calls, the magic vegetables scattered in the air faithfully follow its will and gather in her hands. The wind characteristic of the magic phenomenon, caused by the flushing of magic vegetables, flutters Leticiel's silver hair.

(... what. You can use it normally)

I lost my fortune, Leticiel thought.

Even if I gooper my hand, the pain has disappeared until earlier. After all, there is no way that healing magic is rare.

With that in mind, an earlier samurai came out the door and finally bowed down.

"Lady, I'm here to assist you."

Samurai took me to the example room… Leticiel, who came to the costume room, was forced to set up support by a few of the maids who were waiting there.

When she was a princess, Leticiel was all about herself. I can't afford to be luxurious with royalty in those turbulent times.

If you have money to hire a servant, proceed with armament. Even if you have money to buy in a dress, you stick it in your armament.

I had a national government that seemed like a battle fanatic from the side: armaments for one or two, but if I didn't, they would quickly be eaten up by the surrounding countries.

That's why I accidentally let my servant take care of me and the massive number of dresses in the costume room catch my face.

So much luxury, and will this country be okay to fulfill it? It is an incredible sight for Leticiel, who was the princess of the world of war.

"It suits you, lady"

"Yes, thank you"

Leticiel, who left the costume room with intricate feelings, was dressed in an adorable cream-colored piece and decorated with chunky accessories.

"Hey, you there"

"Yes? Are you talking about me?

"Yeah, that's right. Who are you? My what?

Leticiel was waiting by the door, asking the man who had stopped himself from harming himself earlier.

She doesn't have enough of a grasp of her current situation to say the least. Naturally, his name is obvious where and by whom he was born.

"Lady... what can I tell you?

"My head's falling asleep a little bit and I'm forgetting it."

"Really... well, I haven't even tried what the lady has called my name before..."

The man didn't sound like Leticiel the second half of the word he spilled with the potpourri.

"I am a butler with a lady, my name is Luvik"

"Luvik...... yes, you did. I'm sorry, I forgot."

I haven't really grasped the situation yet, but you'd better cut it to "Drossel" here.

Ruvik seemed somewhat surprised by Leticiel's response, but he shouldn't have said anything strange, so he stayed through and tried to grab the door knob.

Then Luvik stopped me from the side. What? Leticiel looks up to him.

"The lady is injured in the hand. Leave it to me."

Nothing, I don't mind because it's already healed, but I felt somewhat unwilling to say so, so Leticiel honestly withdrew his hand.

And through the door that Luvik opened for me, Leticiel went out of the room.