Herscherik

It was one of the rooms in the rear palace for the royal family to welcome guests. The two sisters, passed into a room surrounded by elegant conditioning, sit on a superb seated couch, waiting to be called by the waiting party.

They were the daughters of Minister Barbasse, a heavy town in the Kingdom of Gracis. My sister's name is Violetta. Girl to be seven this year with loosely curly brown hair. Big, vibrant eyes, muscular nostrils, thin red lips… a beautiful girl acknowledged by 10,000 people.

"Sister, I want to go home.

A beautiful girl swells her cheeks and complains. But my sister thinks it would be the privilege of a beautiful girl to make even that look adorable.

I thought so. Her name was Gene. She is old when it comes to the girl who became seventeen this year, but she is still a young woman when it comes to ladies, with even hair that has no red copper habit like polished up copper coins. She makes a plain impression, one way or another, unlike her sister. The compliments are said to be clear and homely, but I don't think he would be happy to be said at the decorative stage.

"Vio, don't do it because it doesn't matter. Besides, your father made up his mind.

Gene looks out for that look that swelled his cheeks and his sister as she sat on the couch and swayed her legs. But in the back of his sister's attention, the scolded Violetta swelled her cheeks further.

"No! A seventh prince is not a child. I want to marry Master Marx!

(Vio, you're a kid enough too......)

Yeah, and Gene sighed small at his sister, who turned that way.

My sister, who hasn't been around lately, is hard to handle when she's in a bad mood. I wish I was a pretty sister to myself, but I wouldn't want someone else to behave like this.

(His Highness Marx, right?

In the shadows, you, the Rose, are called the First Prince of the Kingdom of Gracis. Gene saw the figure at several nightclubs, but he was a prince with a shameless beauty in his name. Besides, rumors of the ladies have been polishing their beauty lately. It is yet another rumor that a lover may have finally been formed among those who prefer rumors.

Women say that when they fall in love, they become beautiful, but Gene doesn't know if that works for men either.

In the meantime, Gene gets hungry when he has to forgive his sister now.

"Still. You, too, would know if you were a noble daughter.

"Mmm..."

To her sister's words, her sister raises her dissatisfied voice. I was just dissatisfied and she knew it. It's rarer to get the marriage you wanted when you were born to a noble daughter. Rather, the fact that the other person is a prince is in itself an envy to the women of the world.

Even if it was the last prince without any power.

Besides, Violetta can't get through to my sister, Gene. To her, Gene is also a sister but also a substitute for her mother.

"So, sister, can you sing until Your Highness is here? I want to hear a new song from before this.

Violetta looks up at her sister and tilts her neck. Gene is stuck with words in his little devilish smile. The song my sister is talking about is the one I played on the piano the other day.

"That one hasn't done the lyrics yet.

I could do the song but the lyrics were undecided. So I can't sing, so I managed to make her give up, but my sister says she keeps getting high from her sister.

"I like that song. Please, sister.

"... I can't help it anymore.

(I can't beat this kid's request for a favor.

Gene leaks a bitter smile and looks around to make sure we're the only ones in this room.

And the humming leaks out of Gene's mouth. No lyrics yet, so it's like a nose song. But even with such a song, my sister listens happily and shakes her body to the tune.

Looking at her sister like that, Gene narrows her eyes and smiles. Speaking of which, when I wrote the song, the first audience was her. Rather, she was the only one who listened to her song.

This song is also a song that I have been able to play during this time. It's a song that imagines a slow change in the season, warming up from winter to spring. Gene, who was reluctant at first, also became gradually more fun, obsessed and mumbling.

"That's a nice song.

Surprised by the words, Gene interrupts the song and turns his gaze to the Lord of his voice. There was one boy standing there. He is a beautiful boy with light colored blonde hair like the sunlight of spring, blue eyes reminiscent of new greenery and a mild look, like a song he has composed. At a glance, Gene finds out who the person is, and immediately rises off the couch and bows in a hurry.

"Your Highness, excuse me!

I became obsessed with singing, and I didn't even realize that the prince had entered the room. As an aristocratic maid, it is a serious matter. Looking at her sister, she sat down and pointed at her.

"Violetta!"

Gene watches out for her sister in such a voice that the prince doesn't hear her. But my sister's words do not change Violetta's attitude either. Instead, he seems to be in a diagonal mood for interrupting his favorite sister's song.

I can't justify being accused of disrespect as my subordinate daughter. Contrary to Gene, who turns blue, Hershelik did not blame that attitude.

"Never mind. Take it easy on you, too. I don't like being tough. Sorry to surprise you this way.

So sorry, says the prince.

"You didn't introduce yourself yet. Nice to meet you, I'm Prince Seventh, Hershelik Gracis. He is my lead knight, Orange.

The young man standing next to the prince so introduced makes the meeting. Dressed in a white based costume that resembled a uniform worn by the Kingsguard Knights, with blue eyes in his orange hair, he lay his hands on the pattern of his sword without alarm. At a time when non-security knights were allowed to arm themselves, I could easily imagine him as the lead knight, even without being explained.

Gene knows again. The prince calls him Orange, but he is a powerful man who showed overwhelming strength at last year's martial arts tournament, named Octavian Ordis, the third son of the country's prestigious nobleman and former general Roland Ordis.

"I also have a lead butler, but now I'm getting my tea ready. I'll show you later.

Hershelik spins words with a smile that people seem to like. Gene was in love with him as if he were a fairy jumping out of a story.

"May I ask your name?

"And I'm sorry.

The prince urged me to remember that I wasn't named, and Gene dyed her cheeks in embarrassment.

Pulling the sitting Viola's arm next to her, Gene thanked the lady.

"My name is Gene, Barbasse's daughter. This will be His Highness's opponent today..."

"Violetta, my name is.

Gene has a heart for his sister, who introduces herself without thanking her. Gene himself had a cause, but my sister, who grew up spoiled, was alive and well even before the prince.

"Violetta, come on!

"Because..."

Violetta gets scolded by her favorite sister and lowers her temperament, depressing. I feel like this one is saying something wrong to this expression for some reason, Gene, but I'm excited that I shouldn't back down here. The prince's slight laughter sounded as he tried to open his mouth to scold him even more.

There was Hershelik, who pressed his mouth and had not tried to give up his laughter. I notice the gaze on Gene and cough with Cohon. And I smiled earlier and continued with the words.

"Mr. Gene, please don't be too angry with your sister. Because it is common for younger children.

I should be about the same age myself like that, but for some reason I was persuasive that the prince was.

"Let's make it tea for now.

Saying so, Hershelik led the two guests to another room.

"Wow!"

Violetta cheers for the sight that has spread in front of her.

Hershelik led us to a greenhouse in the castle. It is this building that maintains a constant temperature due to its magic apparatus in combination with research. Appearing in front of the sisters who entered the greenhouse was the brunette youth and colorful flowers who would be Hershelik's lead butler, as well as a venue well prepared for the tea party.

Baked confectionery and chocolate were available at the table, which is a tea party venue, and several side carts were provided with chiffon cakes, pound cakes, shortcakes, jellies, and several different kinds of fruit even though it was winter.

(I knew it was a girl's.

Violetta, who glittered her eyes and looked at the sweets, had the look of a girl who had changed her age after hitting her with such a busy attitude.

(Plus Clo's skill, outweighs the pastry chefs of previous life...)

No one would think that all the sweets here are chrome. Not only does it taste good, but it is also constrained by its appearance today. Cakes and other mini-sized cakes I had seen in my previous life were decorated with roses made of sugar and birds made of candy.

(It's a waste to eat. Or that chocolate I want...... it wasn't!

Accidentally, I was attracted to sweets and coughed myself up.

"He's my lead butler, Schwartz. All of these treats are handmade by him.

When you say Cro made it, the sisters' eyes really? and threw a gaze of suspicion. By the way, Violetta is half suspicious, half respectful, half eyed.

"Then please take your seats. Schwartz, make some tea.

"Understood.

Crowe will thank you. Oran subtly led Violetta to her seat. Gene bows down on the spot after checking on the condition.

"Then I will withdraw..."

Saying so, my sister stood up in a hurry to leave.

"What, sister!?

Those eyes are like abandoned puppies. Gene leaks a short sigh at the look.

"Violetta, you're the one invited today and I'm with you. If that's true, then it's not the right thing to have a woman in the backyard who has nothing to do with you or the princesses, right?

Violetta swoops her cheeks at those words.

"That's not true. Your sister was invited today. She's my sister! Besides, I can't believe I got married before your sister..."

"Vio!"

I accidentally call him by his nickname, and Gene keeps his mouth shut. Hershelik watched the situation without pinching his mouth, but decided it was time to pinch his mouth.

"Mr. Violetta loves your sister, doesn't she?

Violetta's cheek stained red on Hershelik's words, but the words of denial never came out of her.

"Mr. Gene, if you don't have plans after this, please stay with Mr. Violetta. Mr. Violetta will be anxious on his own. Besides, there are many treats, so don't hesitate.

There is only one path left to Gene in Violetta's pleading expression and prince's offer.

"…… Please excuse me.

Oran moved subtly to Gene's words to recommend a seat. I admire Hershelik because it was such a natural move.

But the interest also turned to the chocolate cake placed in front of him. When he looks at the person he has placed, he has already moved to the ladies and has asked them to pick the cake.

I think it's polite to wait for a guest. Hershelik fights the temptation of chocolate cake in front of him. Confirming that a cake and tea had been prepared before the ladies, Hershelik opened his mouth.

"Then please enjoy it.

Hershelik takes the lead on the cake while saying so. When the cake was cut into bite-sized pieces with a fork, the smile was unintentionally zero. Chocolate cake that is not too sweet or bitter of your choice.

(That's Chro. My favorite cake............ hmm? My preference?)

It's not sweet to serve to children. I wonder if they might have chosen, Hershelik sees Clo. There was still another chocolate cake in the tray, but the chocolate workmanship that is decorated is subtly different from the cake I'm eating. I laughed niggly so that the clo with the right gaze could see for himself again.

(It was broken! I had a choice!

Just a little embarrassed and Hershelik put the cake in his mouth again to delude him.

(Uhm, good.

If you move your gaze, Violetta had a sugar-finished shortcake, and Gene had a soufflé cheesecake in front of her. And they carry it to their mouths, their faces just as broken.

The two are sisters who are not alike. Gene has either a plain face and Violetta has a flashy shape. But the atmosphere was so similar that I thought you were sisters when you broke your expression by eating cake.

I had eyes with Gene, who was obsessed with cake. She blushes a little in shame for what she was obsessed with. Hershelik thinks she's cute, unlike her sister's face just now.

"What does Master Hershelik always do?

"... right. I usually study and train.

Hershelik replies to Gene's question to delude him.

There are other aggressive actions to get out of the castle and help you in the castle town and rehabilitate the world everywhere, but that's top secret, so I decided to keep my mouth shut.

"Your Highness is very diligent, isn't he? I'm sure there will be great results.

"Diligence, is it?

Hershelik answers Gene's words with a bitter smile. The look on Gene's face clouded me.

"I'm sorry, something is offensive…"

"Mr. Gene is nothing wrong.

I know she has no other intention. Hershelik understands that this is his problem.

"I'm trying to be diligent, but it's not very productive..."

"Is that so?

"Yeah, it's a pity compared to my brothers.

Hershelik says because it's not even about hiding it. Rather, there is no common topic, so I thought it would be just fine.

"I am also worried about when teachers will abandon me.

That's right, tear it up, Hershelik replies.

"I've also been learning piano lately, but it's hard... speaking of which, what song was the more sung?

Hershelik remembers as many songs as he blocks.

Ballad that Gene was singing in an earlier guest room. It looked like some song I liked in my previous life. I'm not a famous singer, but I usually only listen to anime and game theme songs and inserts. A song I bought because I rarely like the song. I missed it for a moment and listened.

Gene lets Hershelik's words wander his gaze.

"I am ashamed to compose my own compositions...... lyrics and compositions are my hobby.

"Is that so! That's very nice.

Saying so, Hershelik smiles. It was a shame that I came across a song that I felt unwittingly nostalgic about. Gene smiled at the prince and lowered his face in embarrassment.

"Your Highness!

All of a sudden, Violetta banged the ruble and stood up.

If you pay attention to the sound in surprise, there are already three empty plates in front of her.

(Cake, do you like it? I knew girls like sweets.

Hershelik looks at Violetta as he thinks. She had her eyes hung up like her pretty face was now angry.

"Isn't Your Highness ashamed to say she feels sorry for herself?

"Eh?"

Hershelik rounded his eyes to Violetta's words.