It Seems like He Is Trash According to the Rumors.

When I returned to my room, I sat down in a luxurious chair with tea on a small table set that was provided as a young grass-colored piece.

When I was just here, I hesitated that my chair legs would be too luxurious to break, but so far I am fine.

The cross, which was placed on a small round table, was embroidered and presented to me by the children of the territory, one in which empty birds and deep blue birds fly around among the various flowers of blue and white.

The contrast between blue and white and the darkness and lightness of blue is so beautiful it is my favorite.

Blue is the colour of the House of the Duke of Rufus, and empty and deep blue is the colour of my eyes and those of Liechten.

They explained in a worthy way that this is Artostella and this is Artenrich.

I was thrilled and desperate to weep over how long it took me to make such a big piece.

I heard a modest knocking noise and took a small breath while steaming tea and then raised my gaze.

"Go ahead."

"I didn't know this was Artostella's room… I was lost again. I'm very sorry for your loss."

Not like a few minutes ago. Ray wearing a dry hood deep in his eyes peeks into his face.

There's no way you can get lost in my room in the back of the first floor.

By then, it must pass through the servant's place of residence.

They should be able to stop us because we have Claude's room, Vance's room, Tracy's room.

"Well, I was.

Would you like some tea with me, if you don't mind? Victor Lake, Your Majesty. "

I can't see the look on Master Victor Lake's face, but after a little while, I distorted my mouth with a nibble.

"... I'm surprised you noticed, Miss Altostella."

His Majesty, who dropped his pastries and hood, is slightly less rounded and more masculine on his cheeks than he was two years ago.

Amethyst's eyes, lighter in color than Master Elle's, are almond-shaped and his mouth keeps laughing.

Blonde hair long enough to pass shoulders is carefully braided, but did you do it yourself, or did you have a vance?

"Can you think with your own head now?"

"Come on, what do you think"

Firstly, when I pulled the chair to ask him to come home, His Majesty did not hesitate, and then sat down, sweet to your words.

Interestingly narrowed eyes observe me then sitting across the street.

This guy really doesn't know what he's been thinking for a long time. I am very comfortable with everyone, but I will never show them inside of it as if I were talking to His Majesty himself.

"Are you sure you want to be alone with me? If you're an entourage."

"There's a van sticking out the door perfectly. It will rush to my crisis and yours. Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you here and I'm not going to kill you."

Really? And breathe.

There is indeed a vance outside the door, but perhaps not only from His Majesty's mouth.

You'll be sure to see that His Majesty's Hand is already standing by somewhere.

"Then why did His Majesty himself come here?"

When I realized it was His Majesty, I thought it would be either for me or to kill me, but apparently, Claude and Vance knew the circumstances, and Master Elle pulled back briefly for the price.

At least I didn't think he was going to kill me, but if so, I wonder what the hell His Majesty has to do with me.

His Highness, who grinned deeply at my words, contained tea in one mouthful.

Surprised in my mind at the way it behaves without too much hesitation.

What would you do if I were poisoned?

"If you think you can kill me with enough poison to get inside this territory, you're quite an idiot.

I know you do, but when you're in the castle, you'll get a chance to taste the poison as easily as afternoon tea treats.

I know there's no poison in it. and I find horror in His Majesty, who smiles like a nostalgic smile by saying nothing without answering my question.

Even if I knew it was poisoned, this guy would look fine, drink it, and I'm going to be executed for it.

"... How could His Majesty be in Isolte?

"Well, yes, to Isolde, or I'd like to ask you something."

"To me...?

Your Majesty, it's not an immediate letter, it's not a decree, please?

Not your father, not Liechten, to me?

"Miss Altostella, I want you back in the social world."

His Majesty said so sayingly, and once again gracefully drank tea.