Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry

The outside of the room was also brilliant, as an example, and Leticiel unexpectedly glared.

"Miss Drossel...? Can I help you?

"...... this country is such a waste of luxury and you don't perish often..."

"Is...? What are you talking about? My kingdom of Platinum has long been peace itself..."

To Luvik's words, Leticiel peeled his eyes quack. Peace? Did this man say peace now? Where in the miserable times of washing blood with that blood is there peace and so on?

And all the words I don't know come out of earlier. What the hell is the Kingdom of Platinum? Try arranging the names of the countries you know in your brain, but didn't find the countries in question.

(... Well, it was a routine tea meal when a country I didn't know in that world popped out and realized it was doomed)

This country must also be a pop out country. Leticiel decided not to care in particular.

Walking down the long corridor with Luvik, he passed in front of a single door. Next to the door stood a knight and a young man in silver armor, and when he saw Leticiel, he sharpened his eyes.

Those are probably eyes that hate Leticiel... maybe now he's a Drossel... I understood that, but Leticiel thought Hoon through.

It seems that Leticiel's heart, having tasted the despair like the end of the world and abandoned itself to life, no longer cares what negative emotions he is directed at.

Experience is amazing. I think Leticiel is like any other HR about himself wondering if humans change leopards from their roots when they experience all those extremes.

Better said, objectivity, worse said, no shards of interest in the surrounding eyes. Once Leticiel's flamboyant personality lurked and now she had a terribly pale, chilled personality.

Just around the corner passing the door with the knight, I heard the door open from behind. When I stopped and turned around, one girl was about to come out of the door earlier.

She was a red-haired girl wearing a light, watery piece.

The crisp, large vine-colored eyes stir up what an asylum-seeking cutie she is, more facially resembling her former Leticiel.

I was somewhat of a Leticiel looking at her, but I turn my back trying to stay ahead of her because it won't have anything to do with me and I'm not very interested.

"Oh, you know...! Sister!

I was called from behind. Leticiel stops again and looks back at the girl who called herself.

I thought it had nothing to do with it, but did it matter? Leticiel... no, around calling Drossel my sister, I guess she's my own sister now.

I nodded my vine-colored eyes and my sister... I don't know her name... was looking up at Leticiel like she was frightened. She doesn't seem to be afraid, even if she doesn't hate Drossel either.

"Morning, what's wrong?

Say hello to your sister with no expression. I felt it would scare me even more, but unfortunately, when I reopened it and reached an objective level, Leticiel has abandoned such things as love.

Clear air flows on the spot. Leticiel doesn't know. that until yesterday Drossel neglected this sister and, if he saw it, cursed and abused her with no vision.

The girlfriend responded to the call of her resentful sister and then even greeted her voluntarily. The Luviks look stunned at her for eating something weird as well.

But happy or unhappy, Leticiel, who is losing interest in others altogether, never noticed how it was.

"Yes, no... your sister is still beautiful today..."

"Yes. You're lovely, too. You're not like a fairy."

That one was, well, I meant it.

In fact, she's adorable. It's not the cold beauty of Leticiel today, it's the soft beauty that makes your flower garden look good. Wouldn't the adjective angel suit you?

A glance at his surprised, less dazzling sister and her escort, Leticiel turned back on his heels.

Leticiel, who was walking down the corridor in elegant footsteps, stopped pitted where there were no more other people around him.

Luvik, who was walking obliquely back, gives a strange look to his husband, who suddenly stopped. Something's wrong with my husband this morning. What the hell is wrong with you?

"............... hey Luvik"

"Yes, what is it, Miss Drossel"

"... the dining room... where is it...?

"Were you walking without knowing!?

Luvik's barbaric voice echoed the mansion in the early morning.

With Luvik's guidance, Leticiel finally reached the dining room. This mansion was apparently on two floors, the dining room was on the ground floor, and Leticiel's room was in the deepest part of the second floor.

As he entered the dining room, countless sharp gazes pierced him without forgiveness or hesitation. 5 pairs in all of that number. I guess they are Drossel's family when I see them all on the table.

A silver-haired blue-eyed man sitting in the deepest part of the dining room was his father, a purple-eyed woman on the redhead in front of his left was his mother, and his brother and sister sitting opposite him had vine-colored eyes on silver hair, plus only one brother sitting next to him had different blonde and brown eyes. The seat in front of my brother is empty, but it's probably my sister's seat there.

Of course, we may have made mistakes because we all judged them appropriately because of their appearance age, but that will matter in time.

Leticiel's seat was on the most entrance side. This family is a family of seven. So there is no one face to face with Leticiel and it is practically a single seat.

The place hits the last seat in position. Having a younger brother or sister in a seat than you would otherwise be a terrible humiliation. But if you take Leticiel...

(Oh, the entrance to the dining room is convenient)

It would be nice to have a shop in the neighborhood, it would turn into too light a nori. I've told you many times, I don't care about her.

After sitting in my seat for a while and waiting, the door opened and my sister just walked in.

The costume had not changed from earlier, but there were more earrings in my ears. The hairstyle has also changed and is now a so-called loose half-up style.

The air in the dining room changed to gallery. It is leopardy that it has been inverted 180 degrees already.

The cold air drifting in the room fogs in an instant, and the sharp gaze of the family turns to something calm full of charity. They verbally speak kindly to their sister and turn their grins.

It should be noted from that conversation that my sister's name turned out to be Krista.

(... shouldn't we have dinner yet? I'm hungry)

Leticiel was still thinking that it had nothing to do with watching the family leopard freak out.

She doesn't have any common sense that she shouldn't eat until her whole family is in line. When I was a princess, the meal was normal to eat from people who came to the dining room, and if you wanted to wait, you could wait, it felt good enough.

Krista gets to her seat and breakfast finally begins.

All six members of the family sitting in the upper seat began a fun family reunion as they proceeded with their meals. It seems that the butlers who refrain behind them also join the conversation from time to time.

In the meantime, one is silently carrying food into his mouth. It is Leticiel.

Leticiel watched the breakfast menu now lined up in front of him. I can just tell the mysterious bread, thick-sliced bacon in the three-moon shape...... but I don't know the yellow object that accompanies it.

When it comes to bread in her, it only floats round, fluffy and slightly puffy. Because that was once a luxury in the country.

"Luvik, what the hell is this mysterious bread?

"Mystery......... it is a common croissant......"

"Yes. So what about this slightly liquid-like yellow object?

"A yellow object... that's also a common scrambled egg..."

"I see. Oh, never mind. I was just in the mood to ask."

Leticiel took the liberty of convincing Leticiel to end the conversation, putting aside Luvik, who was heartily upset when he was asked about common sense with a cool face.

Drossel, Luvik's master, is a big moody. I slap the servant if I think he got angry without meaning, and it sweetens me if I think he cried. That's best known to Luvik, who has been her exclusive butler for years.

But wouldn't she be too weird today if she did? Suddenly I think I tried to harm myself, and I say and do something completely different than I once did with an enlightened face. Are you saying it's getting cold or mypaced?

Luvik didn't know what it meant why she suddenly went crazy. Has it touched me too much to be cold treated from my surroundings?

"Luvik, where do you get this bacon from?

"Come on...... I don't know, I hear you bought it from a merchant in the south"

"Hmm... not transparent enough. I thought it tasted reasonable."

"Ha... Really?

"Yeah. Bacon is so fatty and delicious that it's transparent..."

"Apparently..."

"'Cause I've never eaten anything"

In those days, it was just better to put it on meat. If only even royalty could eat meat once every three days, it was another dream of dreams such as wanting quality bacon.

With that in mind, Leticiel cheeked up the thick-cut bacon he had cut out.