It Seems like He Is Trash According to the Rumors.

Excuse me, may I have a moment?

"What?"

I hadn't noticed at all that I would let my hands crease with my hands taken, but at some point there would be Claude by my side and I would raise my voice.

His Highness slowly rose, shifting his gaze to Claude as he knelt down in the system.

Claude slips smoothly into me and His Highness at the same time as he slowly lowers his liberated right hand.

Claude was quickly covered in the black of Claude's jacket and accidentally took a few steps backwards, and Claude confirmed that too, before falling back much.

"Did you just say Hardist"

"Oh, I did say that?

"Speaking of Hardist territory, my Lord, the Duke of Rufus, is entrusted with his administration"

"Right. I have heard that for the past few years it has been governed by the good will of the Duke with this Rufus territory, Isolte.

However, the returned Lord of the Hardist Territory is still absent.

The Hardist realm was bestowed upon His Majesty this time with the countenance.

The Duke of Rufus is also aware of this. "

"As such… but this one has not heard anything"

"It was decided a few days ago.

In a couple more days, you'll be coming from the castle. It's a little quicker for me to drive a horse than those guys to relax in a carriage.

Your Majesty is most grateful that the Hardist people have been able to live without any further problems thanks to their work. "

"I have nothing to say to this old man."

"That's why I'm going to beg you to teach me how to run a Hardist territory. Do you mind?"

"............ Yes, I did. But after the official circular from His Majesty,

"Oh, of course. It helps."

"Count Hardist, in this mansion we keep an elderly lady dearer than our lord.

You can't scratch one. "

Claude looked back at me and smiled gently at my eyes alone.

Claude's smile always heals me.

His Highness and I were looking at this one when we exhaled a little bit and our cheeks caught on.

The face of His Highness, who tilted his neck with a grin, is as serene as the possession fell, as if it were someone else from whom he saw it the last day.

"Of course, I understand.

I just came to say hi for today, so let's just say it's time for me to leave.

All of a sudden I'm sorry. "

His Highness said so and smiled again. On his way outside. Oh, he raised his voice.

"Sounds like a popular treat in Wang Du. I'd like it if you don't mind."

Claude slowly fell off, and His Highness took out the first box instead.

"Well, are you sure?

"I prepared it for you.

... I'm sorry about this... "

It's embarrassing, but I can't have anything big for you right now.

I looked adorable looking like a young Lichten after His Royal Highness turned away with a bitter smile was kind of pissed.

... I can never say this.

"No, Your Highness, I'm delighted."

His Highness narrowed his eyes as he held the small box to his chest and turned his full grin back.

"Right... good.

Miss Altostella, I want you to call me Ellein. I'm not your highness anymore. "

Oh, speaking of which, I did.

It's what I've been calling His Highness for over a decade, so there's something hard to say suddenly.

Either way, to me, His Highness Ellein is His Highness Ellein.

I can't really call it Ellein... etc.

"Er... So, Count Hardist"

"With Ellein."

"... Errain... my lord... sama"

"... if there seems to be resistance, call me El,"

Elle... then it might be easier to call it than Ellein.

Lord Elle... and whined small to me, His Highness Ellein... Lord Elle nodded with a gentle grin.

Oh, the exterior is His Highness Ellein... confused by him, who is like Elle but too completely different.

I wonder who this guy really is...

Nice to meet you - I'm His Royal Highness Ellein's brother - and it's easier to understand if you say something like that.

His Royal Highness has not been so rap, and he has never been such a natural smile.

"Can I call you Stella, too?"

"Yes, of course."

In response to my reply, Lady Elle muttered and rode away on a horse refreshed.

Neighboring territory? Hardist? Isn't it right there?

Run the horse and it won't take a moment.

Will Elle come here often from that mouthful?

Oh, my God. What about my lovely slow life? What the hell's gonna happen?

You mean you kept soaking me in this warm water, wearing the Duchess' mask again?

Honestly, I feel heavy...

Speaking of the Hardists, it is said that the land was cursed in the neighbouring land further north of Isolte, and the lord is absent for a long time.

How could you do that?

... Could it have all been a dream...