Herscherik

A large hall connected by a balcony with a well-maintained garden dedicated to the royal family.

The place resonated with the performance of leading musicians gathered from within the country. In the center of the hall, a dance floor is set up to dance to several pairs of male and female songs. Your ladies' brightly colored dress spreads like a petal, like a fairy announcing the coming of spring.

The venue is a standing meal, but meals were also prepared. On the table is a pure white cross, and the royal cooks arrange their dishes more narrowly on their arms. The waiters were also carrying a wave of gentlemen and ladies in a basin with the finest glass of liquor prepared for the day.

(753 things in the world over there? I'd love to cook too......)

Hershelik, the star of the day, leaks a sigh in his mind as he catches the invitees enjoying the dishes at the edge of his sight.

Hershelik, the boss of the Great Hall, had no mood at all for the waves of guests appearing one after the other beside his father, the king, and had responded with the sales smiles he had cultivated in his previous life.

Is it a custom in this country, that royal and aristocratic sons and children will be revealed to the social community at the age of three? Especially since the royal children will not spend time in the rear palace in public until then, they have little contact with other nobles. If there is, it's only about maternal relatives, but Hershelik's maternal relatives only had elderly grandparents of ordinary people who were not aristocrats. His grandparents were also allotted when his mother married him, and the people he met since Hershelik was born are mainly father and Merliah and small in number. So I've never seen such a large crowd of humans before at a feast to celebrate these three years old.

By the way, he was sixteen years old to make his real social debut, and eighteen years old to be able to adults and drink.

How do you know that my brother, Prince I, who will be sixteen this year, was happy to report to my father when he first came to greet me with the Queen? My father laughed bitterly, but cautioned against overshadowing.

But it was the legions of beautiful men, women, boys and girls that drew Hershelik's interest more than her sisters and brothers had ever thought possible than the stories of her fathers.

(handsome gene awesome......)

The royal families who appeared to greet each other in turn from the First Prince were of a wide variety of aesthetic forms.

The ladies were all superb beauties and slender bodies that made me want to ask you if you really had a baby. Of course, it's a feast seat, so the cosmetics to hair and dress are superb finishes, and there's no way you can lose a costume.

Not only the queens, but the brothers, the princesses, are all beautiful girls who look back. I guess the analogy, like Hua, is for them.

And all the princes, starting with the first prince, were good-looking men of equal beauty to the queens and princesses. Hershelik, who lacks vocabulary, was very helpful to have the word handsome.

The oldest first prince in the brotherhood, for example, with brilliant redheads.

The burning red hair, the eyes of the same color that seem strong will, my mother, the righteous queen, is very colorful, but the colorful incense is handed down to the prince, and one trick is very graceful. He must be working out. His costume was tight on his tight flesh and he was applauding his elegance. Soon after the greeting to Hershelik, the guest of honor, and the king, he was surrounded by many noble sons, but he was truly a princess when he dealt with them without such an unpleasant face.

The next elderly second prince resembled his father, who was one way or another king.

The platinum blonde is stretched out and loosely knitted in three. Although the eyes with deep ocean-like blue appeared flaky, it gave off a different colour than the first prince. He is the beauty beauty owner who is likely to break when touched, but has a supple strength unlike a woman.

There are a wide variety of such directions, but there are six brother princes who have no problem saying they are handsome in a lump sum. Everyone congratulated him and Hershelik thanked him and he was nowhere near there.

(Where's Otomegae? Is there only a handsome guy?)

Yes, Hershelik puts a scratch in his mind. To my first brothers, Hershelik was going to be in a good-looking eating mood.

(You can have about one unfortunate child! I should rather be there!... Me.)

One person in my heart is depressed Hershelik.

Such a Hershelik of the day was so wonderfully finished with Melia straining out.

Finely embroidered dark green tuxedo with designer buttons and cuffs glowing and a fresh green silk ribbon wrapped around his neck in style. Both Meliá and my father admired it greatly, and I was a bit of a jerk about Iketel myself, but it was already turned into sand by the handsome brothers who came to greet me one after the other, continuing to be crushed by cheap narcissism and so on.

Somehow I lack something called Hua or Prince Aura. Even though he is an orthodox prince with blonde blue eyes, Hershelik thought when he saw his brothers that he was not flashy enough compared to the other princes.

If you compare, the oldest brother is a rose, and the second brother is a lily, Hershelik has a blurry image of a cashmere.

(Says it's not a human face...)

Even the contents are Hershelik, who I feel ended up at the point of being a geek hobbyist older woman.

(And even if handsome people praise me, I'm not happy about it and it just sounds disgusting...)

The brothers I first met welcomed my youngest brother one after the other. Of course he praised his standing behavior and costume. But what I honestly can't be happy about somewhere is Hershelik's own problem, which is a little sentimental.

You're cute to the best girl in your class if you like, and when you compliment her, she says, "That's not true. Hey, you're cute too! subtle mood when they say."

Of course this is his paranoia. By the way, the analogy is Hershelik, who is also a little frustrated with his classmates who praised the beautiful girl over the beautiful girl.

While his complacency was crushed and weathered, the waves moved from royalty to nobility. Marquis Barbasse, the minister, was the first person in the nobility to visit to greet him.

"Pleased to meet you, Your Highness Hershelik.

(Oh, my normal face calms down because I've been looking all good-looking...)

Hershelik thought it was very rude when he put it in his mouth.

Marquis Barbasse was a mature man with calm hazelnut hair and eyes and a fine moustache that created an atmosphere of nobility.

But his eyes were sharp as if he were going to make a rule, and his earlier mood made Hershelik's mood unpleasant.

In retrospect, from his previous life he was badly sensitive to his gaze on himself, whether friendly or unfriendly.

By the way, in the workplace of my previous life, I had the stunt of perceiving it with my gaze before my boss called me and coming out of it. They have other sharp intuitions, and they also have the idea of taking the phone as soon as the "p" of "prrrrrrrrrrr" rings or not. It was a stunt that scared juniors through surprises.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Minister. Thank you for your time.

Hershelik has responded brilliantly from the experience he has developed, which he does not consider to be a three-year-old. I realized it was unnatural after I said it, but it is a later festival.

In his previous life, Ryoko had been pointed out to his mother like this.

"The person you hate is as polite as you hate him.

It's a similar personality for parents, "You have a stomach for some reason when you're treated so politely by someone you don't like." and his mother, who laughed, was indeed Ryoko's mother.

Hershelik had a loving laugh to mislead the sharpened minister's gaze. If you fail, laugh and delude. This is also a kind of sacrificial art. By the way, I need to read the air because this hand has someone who doesn't get through with it.

To such a Hershelik, the Marquis Barbasse smiles as if his earlier gaze were a lie.

"What a smart kid this is. Your Majesty, you look forward to the future.

"... right. I'm looking forward to seeing how this kid grows up because he's my treasure.

To the words of the Marquis Barbasse, my father also replied with a smile.

But Hershelik didn't miss a moment when his father's hands and expression were strong. Besides, I felt very uncomfortable with the exchange between the two of them, but then I told them like nothing had happened. Hershelik couldn't say anything and shut his mouth.

When the nobles' greetings plunged to the end, a man with an expression stood in front of the main guests. Hershelik noticed because he felt a strong gaze.

Is my age in my late thirties? He was a magnificent man wearing a slightly tired swallow tail suit with light yellow hair all back. He has a tough face but is quite skinny compared to other nobles. No, you would be correct in stating that you are more of a loser than a thinner. No one could speak to its appearance and the atmosphere that came to mind, and the people around them kept a certain distance.

Then he grabbed his fist as he was determined and moved on.

"Sire, I have something to tell you.

Hershelik trembles his shoulders in his mouth, which began without a greeting. My father steps forward as if to protect such a son, sheltering Hershelik behind his back and confronting the man.

"What can I do for you?

Soluyeh, who became the face of the king, not a gentle voice to turn to Hershelik, questioned the man. With his face from behind his father's back, Hershelik looks around at his father, him, and the people around him. The earlier glorious atmosphere was foggy on the hit, the music interrupted everyone's mouth closed and severe tension dominated the place.

"Your Majesty, the life of the people is approaching its limits year after year. The impossibility of collecting taxes on the tax rate that rises every year. The injustice and tyranny of the nobles and officials is increasing day by day. Please, Your Majesty, keep your eyes on Ichii."

A man's voice echoed in the large quiet hall.

"As it is, my kingdom of Gracis, which is more than five hundred years older than its founding, will follow a path of doom."

"You are being disrespectful in His Majesty's presence! Keep it down, Count Luzeria."

It was the Marquis Barbasse who stopped talking. But the skinny man--Count Luzeria glances at the minister.

If you are the Marquis Barbasse, the nobleman, the Marquis, the beast that eats the land.

"…… What?

"We know that you have committed injustice, fattened your stomach, and even traveled with other countries."

Count Luceria takes out a piece of paperwork and offers it to the king.

"Your Majesty, this is one of the evidence of injustice that I have gathered. Please, please accept it.

My father pursues it with his gaze at the horrible receiving literature. I could tell from the side that the king would take his breath.

"This is……"

I didn't even mention it, but it must have been a shocking fact. The slight trembling of the voice of the Father King was proof of this.

It was the Marquis Barbasse, now under suspicion, who tore apart the silence of the quiet Great Hall.

"Sire, that is a fake.

No, it was a calm voice. It also sounded like a voice I could afford through calm. If Hershelik turns his gaze, Minister Barbasse looks to the Count of Luceria with a serious face.

"There were more rumors that I was going through with foreign countries than before. Because I don't remember, I did my own research, and someone deceived my name and terribly went to the enemy country. … it's about you, Count Luzeria.

That's when Hershelik saw it. Until then, Minister Barbasse, who was a serious face, turned into an instant but nasty, winning expression with both ends of his lips lifted and, in contrast, the look of Count Luceria gradually stained with the colour of despair after a few moments of thought.

A man who appears from somewhere when the Marquis Barbasse signals, offers a seal to the king. The seal was waxed and there was no sign of it being opened.

"That is what my subordinate had when he caught a spy leaving the house of the Count of Luceria before he went to another country.

"… Count Luzeria, is this wax your thing for sure?

The Count answered the King's question in silence.

Seal the wax over the melted wax. The wax broke once opened, so it was immobile evidence that the seal was unopened.

The Earl of Luceria does not open a single mouth, and the king receives silence and opens the envelope. And I read the letter inside, and leaked a deep sigh.

"This is a petition for asylum to another country. Ask for status and reward instead of providing information on our country… At the end of the day there was the same seal as the name of the Count of Luceria and the seal of wax.

There was some color of despair in my father's voice.

"... were they taking the lead?

The voice was that of Count Luzeria. No one could hear me, only the king and Hershelik beside me were small enough voices to hear me.

"Take down the traitor!

The voice of the Marquis Barbasse echoes as if to make a declaration of victory.

A knight hastily entered the Great Hall and the Count of Luceria was held from his head.

The venue ran in a noisy time. The light runs over polished marble and stops hitting Hershelik's shoes.

Silver Komi's pocket watch dropped there.

Hershelik picked up his pocket watch, which was the size of a three-year-old full of palms.

When he returned his vision from his pocket watch to the hall, the Count of Luceria was already roped and left the venue.

"... I'm sorry I ruined your party, Hershey.

Hershelik was held up by his father, along with a voice rang from overhead. My father, with his gaze together, looked very tired, and he still seemed to cry.

"Shall I open it here tonight?

That signals the end of the feast, and the king leaves with his loving son. Only the king's butler followed, and no one blocked their way.

(Something's wrong......?

Hershelik stares at the pocket watch he's supposed to take away as it is. For the first time since he was reincarnated into this world, he felt discomfort and anxiety in his royal life.

Turning away from the common people, the life of the royal upper class was full of surprises. But at the end of the day, it's uncomfortable that I'm used to being convinced. A degree of discomfort that turned into bread even though the staple food was rice.

But this discomfort is a completely different kind of discomfort.

The sound of a second hand heard from the pocket watch seemed to stir Hershelik's anxiety in his reaction as well.