I Was Summoned to Be the Saint, but I Was Robbed of the Position, Apparently

And after noon the next day.

Princess Crowe descended gracefully from the luxurious carriage bearing the Duke's crest upon arrival.

"Long time no see, Milord! Mm-hmm. You're as good a man as ever! Come on, hug me as hard as you can!

And I was hugging your husband very enthusiastically.

Burning redheads, sparkling emerald eyes. And you look small but stunning.

I heard you're a little younger than the lieutenant general, so probably in your 40s? Should I?

Yet it was a youth that did not seem so at all. No matter how hard you try, you only look like thirty.

I wonder, is there some kind of royal secret beauty art? Why is my skin so dry...?

However, the word "soft" that came to mind from yesterday was erased from my brain.

"Welcome to this border castle. It's been a long time, Princess Crowell. You look as good as ever."

Smiling, but the usual sparkle was understated, Lecter said.

"Well, Lecter! You look good, too! I'm listening! War Merit! That's really good. And you don't look like a dying man, do you? You must be dying, right? That's what I heard. But it's lovely that the Virgin is your wife. The Virgin who saves her husband, oh, love! Ah! Speaking of which, you didn't even say congratulations on your marriage! Congratulations, Lek. Are you happy now? But you're happy because you look good, right? Yeah, I'm glad too!

Princess Crowell was throwing angry words at Lecter. With a full smile.

It seemed like the area around Princess Crowell was brighter and brighter to the color. It's bright.

And Lecter said with a slightly masked face.

Thanks to you.

"Hey, you're still the top of the Buddha for me even if you get married. If you don't make that face even better, your wife will one day find love for you. You just have to laugh..."

"It's okay. Don't worry about it."

The expression gradually disappears from Lectol's face, and it becomes an outward stereotyped smile.

Contrary to that, the deputy general's face began to smile. But rather than the pleasure of seeing my dear wife... you seem to be interested in Lecter's interaction with her...?

"And? This is the rumored wife of Lek, the Virgin Anis!? Well, nice to meet you! It's Crowe! Get along!

Then the next time he ran to me and thought he grabbed my hands instantly, he shook them up and down.

I'm shaken up.

I felt that the tension from yesterday about entertaining the royal princess was gradually resolved while being shaken.

I think I kind of like this princess. I mean, I don't really feel the height of my mood.

"Welcome, Princess Crowell. I can't do much around here, but I'll do my best to welcome you. I'm Anis Rasnan."

Since it is the grandson of the king, it seems that the name of the princess takes precedence over the surname of the daughter-in-law. It was called "Princess Crowell" in the formal social world.

"Oh! I don't think such hospitality is good. If you only have dinner, I'll let you do it on your own. Oh, yes, I would love to have tea with you soon. I've been looking forward to seeing the Virgin!

"Well, definitely...."

I kind of looked forward to a lively tea party.

Because I've never had tea with a woman other than a maid before.

I'd love to use my favorite teaware.

For some reason, the tea ware that Lector suddenly ordered in my (tentative) royal kiln with signs is now completely my favorite.

But even though it is such a cute design, until now, the tea cup will be floral pattern, but I can only show it to men with brain muscles who don't care at all if tea is drunk, so it may be possible to talk about tea utensils this time. That's all I can do.

Ah, but when you say that, it's possible that the friendly atmosphere is a play, and the person with a high degree of pride is actually fine in manners and vertical relationships...

"By the way, my husband? Haven't seen you in a long time? Hello, Crowe. I missed you! It's not that bad?

Yeah, I don't think you should say what you want to say.

But even a vice general can't take such a derelict attitude with so many of his men lined up.

That's right, isn't it?

I thought so.

"Oh, Crowe, I missed you."

The deputy general's face seemed more delighted than I've ever seen before. I'm sure I'm not the only one who opened his mouth slightly to a typically powerful person who displays a full smile while wrinkling his eyes.

By the way, Lecter glanced at the side with a faint smile and distant eyes, and quickly looked at Princess Crowe in front of everyone.

Wow, you're so free. I see, so "Princess Liberty"....

It was me who remembered the first nickname I heard yesterday.

"Me too! If you wanted to see me, you could come back sometimes. I'm always welcome. I know you like your job! Soon you'll forget my face, won't you? Come on, remember? Am I your wife? Real, aren't you glad?

Princess Crowe shows angry teasing while holding Gurgue and the Vice General in her arms. However,

"It's okay, I haven't forgotten anything. I was just a little busy. This is how you will come if you want to see it. [M] Well, that's fine then. It's good to see you. Now that I've said hello, excuse me first."

While saying so, I noticed that the deputy general held the wife he was holding, and went into the castle with a star.

I'm used to dealing with it somehow...

"Um, is it always like that? Those two."

Ask your neighbor Lecter.

I see. It's always like that. Rather, it's public, so I can say it's done. "

"Really...."

I wasn't sure where it went, but I've never seen anyone take their wife home with one arm.

I thought.

Yeah, let's keep them out of our way. It's good to be a lover.