Herscherik

The morning of Hershelik, the seventh prince of the Kingdom of Gracis, is late. As soon as the queens who live in the rear palace finish their meals and the cutlery begins to be cleared, he will rise from his bunk.

(…… I want to go to bed again.

To be honest, I think Ryoko, not Hershelik, looks at the universe with a drowsy eye as much as he wants to sleep until noon. In my previous life, I am proud that no one can tell me to keep a record of seventeen hours of maximum sleep.

He was weak in the morning. In the previous life, we had three alarm clocks, plus a mobile phone alarm function. Waking up was a critical time.

"Weird. For some reason the alarm clock comes out of the futon.

Yes, in my last life, I tilted my neck. Moreover, not only all alarm clocks, but also cell phones are unearthed from inside the futon. Of course the wake-up function is off. When I first started living alone, I was about to be late a few times.

(We need to get dressed…………)

When Hershelik takes the time to get the futon out of the way, he makes stretches on the spot and bites the stretch to death. The sun was already high and the spring sun softly lit the carpet from the gaps in the curtains covering the windows.

About two years were about to pass since he woke up to his so-called self the day he remembered his previous life's memories. For Hershelik, who was not bitter to sleep long hours or to spend time in a daze, the time spent in the baby's body was truly a time of bliss. If I get sleepy, I go into bed day and night, and if I can spare time, Meliá -- it's the name of the first woman I met, and later I find out she's a nanny, but that Meliá takes me out for a walk or reads a picture book. A meal was prepared if he thought he was hungry, and he enjoyed his baby life without any difficulty.

But even when I was a baby. Now that I can stand on my own feet over time, I feel ashamed and sorry for the boulders to get my nanny to do everything, Ryoko thought.

(Like this comic strip, you look like a child and your brain is an adult...... I don't know, you're an aunt.

I was making it look like a baby while my body didn't move as I thought it would. From dressing to taking care of meals, from the bath to the bottom, Merliah took care of me in a worthwhile way, but I wanted to refuse to be taken care of from one to ten as I grew more and more accustomed to my body. After worrying about how to tell him that, Hershelik decided to take the behavior of "I Can Do It Alone", which is specific to toddlers.

The behavior is that when Merliah tries to take care of something, Hershelik says, "Oh no, I can do it alone!" and refuse in vain. When I change, I take my clothes away, and when I eat, I want a spoon, I do the toilet by myself, and I waste my bath time wanting to do it myself.

At first it was Melia with a troubled face, but she stopped taking care of Hershelik more than she had to because she was slow but could change clothes, eating and herself, and she was relieved that she would be able to do the toilet.

It's just that she's never neglected her job. She was always on the right side so that she could deal with it immediately. I didn't put anything dangerous for a child to have, such as a knife or scissors, within Hershelik's reach, and I didn't let him have it. And Hershelik praised me like my child when he accomplished things.

(Well, I did some small work... but I was embarrassed.

Hershelik recalls.

When it was made from the beginning, it was unnatural, so I deliberately tried not to be suspicious of buttoning it wrong or wearing shoes the other way around. I even tried dropping the spoon as a wazzle or knocking down the cup. With a small sigh, I apologized to Meliá from the bottom of my heart and let her gradually be able to do it. Thanks to this, Meliá is now relieved, and when she comes to this room, she prepares meals.

Hershelik excuses that it's just adorable to be a real sleeper sometimes.

Hershelik jumps out of bed and lands on a fuzzy carpet. I couldn't support my weight and laid my hands on it right in front of me, but I didn't have to expose myself to the ugliness of lying down from my face.

There is no obstacle to bipedal walking, which at first struggled badly, except for the difference in stride from previous life.

Hershelik heads to the washroom first as he bites off the extension again. Ride the stepping stone provided for him, twist the faucet, store the water in a bucket and wash his face. The cold water felt good. Incidentally, living facilities in this world differ little from modern Japan. If you twist the faucet, the water will come out and the toilet will be washed. I have a shower and I can boil the bath. I thought for a moment that I dreamed of a world that was too convenient, but the world didn't change whether I slept or woke up.

When Hershelik finishes washing his face, he enters his costume room with his feet.

(I was surprised the first time I saw it.........)

About ten tatami private rooms provided beside the bedroom. The costumes seem expensive to see on the left and right when you step in. All the clothes as well as shoes and ornaments are available and are custom-made without exception.

While overwhelmed by brilliant costumes, Hershelik pulls the right clothes out of it.

(Let's make it blue today.

Hershelik slows down but takes off his bedtime clothes. Just because I can, my body is still a three-year-old, so I moved slowly.

Put your hands through your blouse and pants to your knees, and put on your jacket. I found the skin slip to be a wonderful, high-quality cloth. Finely crafted gold buttons shine, which would have been done by leading artisans as well.

Finish dressing and fix your sleeping habits with sara blonde hair. Before I was reincarnated, I fought like every morning with sleeping habits because I was a habit hair, but I was thankful that this blonde hair would just be straight once combed.

At the end of the day he circled around in front of his appearance, and Hershelik nodded contentedly, confirming that he was also a beautiful boy who looked the wrong way with the beautiful blonde in the mirror.

(It's the difference between heaven and earth compared to the previous one, isn't it?

Hershelik looks back on his previous life. Even though I was a woman in my previous life, I had no interest in clothes or jewellery.

The workplace was a paid uniform, and at home a jersey. T-shirts and trainers on the G-Pan when you go out. Only when I go out with friends and family is it clear and fashionable. As a social worker, I was careful what I dressed up for when I commuted to work, but I wouldn't call that stylish.

Hershelik praises himself for what he has become more concerned with himself than in his previous life. However, to be honest, I think it is a waste of custom-made clothing because this age keeps growing, but I am sorry that I do not wear the clothes I have been given.

"Morning, Hershey. Where are you?

To the voice of the young man calling himself, Hershelik turned his face out of the clothing room. There was a young man there, Merliah and Lord of the Voice, who would have brought me a meal.

"Did you get dressed yourself? An obnoxious herche.

A young man smiled at Nicole. The smile dazzled Hershelik unwittingly narrowed his eyes.

Platinum blonde like a collection of moonlight with the same emerald-like blue eyes as myself. The sculpture is deeply down in sight, but the beautiful young man in his late twenties was there looking to create a gentle atmosphere.

But Hershelik knew. That he looks like this and is in his thirties.

(Now it's not fair in the world to be about the same age as in previous life...)

Hershelik laughs and greets him in the morning as he thinks so.

"Good morning, Father.

Hershelik remembers the shock of knowing that this beautiful young man was his father.

I did reincarnate myself, so beautiful that I could mistakenly assume that she was a beautiful girl, although there was a baby correction. But the gold egg parent was a platinum parent going further up. When I first met him, I was so young that I mistakenly thought he was my brother, not my parents. I thought he was a much older older brother, and I was worried that he was working because I wasn't sure how long he was going to be in the room.

A stuffy, but not giving any expression to his loving son, the father, holding a smile that any woman could drop in one shot, strokes his son's freshly groomed, salacious blonde hair.

Unable to get used to being stroked in the head, Hershelik gave a tickling, seemingly tricky look. Even a three-year-old has an unfortunate dry woman in her thirties, so this is a complete response.

"It's time for a meeting, Your Majesty.

A low voice blocked the father's son's time without water. A man who had refrained, a magnificent man, calls out.

The name of a magnificent man with darker iron hair than dark green, black eyes and a calm atmosphere is called Luke, his father's dedicated butler.

When it comes to deacons, many people would associate nobility in the fantasy world, and Hershelik now thought so. Hershelik had predicted that he had been reincarnated into a pretty good position at the time of his nanny's arrival.

But reality was even more so.

(I expected him to be reincarnated into this nobleman's son because of his high standard of living... I didn't know he was a prince.

Hershelik's mood was hard to describe when he learned that fact.

Princesses and princesses that everyone would have admired when they were little. In fact, he was a prince, but I wonder what that longing was.

(The longing should remain the longing...)

It was Hershelik who felt like he had lost something important even though he was a child.

Father to the words of his deacon --Solje, the twenty-third king of the kingdom of Gracis, unfortunately puts his hand on the head of his son when he unloads Hershelik.

"Then I'll come.

"Yes, good luck with your work today, Father.

Soldier smiled at Hershelik's words and stroked his head just one more time, leaving the room with the butler.

While Merliah prepares for breakfast after dropping off her father, the king, Hershelik sees a painting on the fireplace as she sits in a chair and stands by. It is a portrait of Mona Lisa with blonde hair placed face to face with a chair to be seated when eating. It was only recently that Merliah told me that this man was her own mother.

According to Meliá's story, Hershelik's mother died of a bad postpartum birth.

Merliah said that she was the most beloved princess of the Queen and many other princesses in the side room, but her mother could not be in the main room because she came out of a low-status business house and already had a Queen. Again, she didn't want status or anything, she just wished she was on the king's side.

I don't know how true it is because it's a little bit about Meliá's flourishing story about the encounter, but I met my mother in Castle Town, where my father left with patience, and from there I said, "If that's true, it wouldn't be weird if my son was too shy to grey, would it?" There was also a blushing development for humans who loved to read targeted girl comics, and they finally signed up for marriage.

My mother, not my father.

At that point, the age of my father and mother varies from year to year more than once, but I wonder if my mother who made the proposal would have thought anything of it. Or my father was practically in his thirties, even though he looked young, and my mother was eighteen at the beginning of her marriage. My father is a stuffy Hershelik, wondering if he is a Loricon.

Meliá told me to miss the old days when she often chatted with her mother because she was attached to her side.

My mother looked inferior to the Queen and the side rooms. Even so, the Lady and the others were the beauties of the standard, and my mother was beautiful enough compared to the average person.

Such a mother's personality was so bright that she had never seen Melia where she was depressed or anything else. She's always healthy and a pet princess, but she loves chores, and she often starts cleaning herself and troubles the people around her, sneaks into the kitchen and makes cookies, cakes and other treats to take to the Lady's tea party, and makes the king who comes back tired at night cry with ghost bee makeup.

Hershelik was born with the princess, but the princess lost her life and the king lost her beloved woman.

My father cherished my mother first in the queen, and he has broken my heart enough to come and see Hershelik through the intervals of time. But that's not why I despise the Queen, the side rooms, the children.

Hershelik is the last prince and there are no brothers below him. She's been away from her brothers and sisters above for more than seven years, each attending college, the so-called school, and she's usually not here.

The princesses also have no jealousy or conspiracy, such as those found in the so-called Rear Palace novels. Instead, it's a women's talk, and I'm witnessing Merliah and I on a walk after gracefully having tea in the garden discussing how to invigorate a king who's been tired lately. I've already been adored and given sweets. For now, Hershelik wants you to stop making ghost makeup by imitating my mother, who was the first candidate's pet princess. I could easily imagine losing my soul instead of getting better.

"Dear Hershelik, I look forward to tonight.

Now that Hershelik was having a late breakfast, Merliah, who was serving on the side, said happily.

"What kind of clothes would you like us to wear? How about the fat clothes I tailored before this? Yeah, but it's also a good fresh green color for Master Hershelik's hair.

Hershelik tilts his neck as he swallows the bread to Meliá, whose eyes are sparkling.

"What happened?

"Oh."

Merliah opens her eyes as if she saw something incredible.

"Tonight is Hershelik's birthday feast, Hershelik's unveiling feast."

Hershelik leaned back to Merriam's words.