Portrait of Queen Berta: I accidentally got pregnant with His Majesty's child

Joel didn't like the Second Lady Berta Kasha.

His emotional origins are simply that he doesn't like people with higher resolution of the view than he can see, but Joel wasn't cool enough to be aware of it yet.

Joel also noticed that the Second Lady, who always looked as harsh as she had affixed a faceless expression, often laughed during the southern inspection.

In particular, an advance visit to La Marta, where she acted separately from Her Majesty, is also passed on to the escort as the Second Queen is stretching her feathers.

The dark-haired, long-lasting queen was surprisingly well acquainted with the beautiful exotic seaside streets. The architectural style I have never seen would have been brought from beyond the sea. Buildings like those standing in the desert country may also suit the terroir if this landscape is close to the southernmost tip of the continent.

It should not have seemed unfortunate to Joel that the local church was overflowing with gloomy delicate and spiritual beauty and that there were no faithful people living here.

Princess Graciella, being the second queen's half-sister, unexpectedly did not resemble the second queen.

She was a poor princess with luxurious hips who seemed to break into tender candy hair like Northern blood.

Her half-sister, Graciella, looked up to the Second Queen with a sweet, sweet face like a dreaming maiden, expressing the joy of reunion all over her body.

The second queen accompanied such a sister on shopping and seaside walks in the city with her arms pulled together, not looking particularly emotional.

Some of the citizens of the city naturally knew the face of the Second Queen. They called the Second Queen a princess, and spoke casually as if she had always lived in the land.

Though abbreviated in her traveling attire, she is dressed in unmistakable outfits as the royal queen.

The reaction of the citizens remained unchanged while His Majesty arrived in La Marta the next day, accompanying the Second Lady to inspect the city.

The only thing that has changed is the reaction of the Second Lady. After her rendezvous with Her Majesty, the Second Queen followed Her Majesty like a housekeeper or something, as she had always done in the south. I don't even let one of the scales peek at my face, which I had secretly shaken up like the day before.

She was more familiar with the city than Ramarta's new Taisho, who apparently had just taken office.

From the formation of the city's maritime trade, there emerges such detailed knowledge as the number of days it takes to transport goods to various bases, the increase in the population due to street maintenance to Meseta, etc.

"Most of all, all I know is knowledge up to two years ago,"

The Second Lady added at the end that she had a loving laugh that would make her better for Her Majesty.

Graciella and her husband, the Lamarta Shin Taishou, had followed the inspection of His Majesty and the Second Lady, but there was no element for them to snap their mouths because of a situation in which the Second Lady, who was supposed to be on the explained side, was more familiar than anyone else.

However, in order for Graciella to take a position that tended to come close to the Second Lady, as the day before, nature and she were also close to Her Majesty. If Graciella had been a man of inflexibility, Joel was far enough away to think that as an escort she would have withheld her.

I finished seeing the city all the way and it was like a little earlier than at dusk, but the line goes on my way back to Meseta.

Graciela gripped the hands of the Second Lady, standing in front of the royal carriage, tearing her big, seemingly zero eyes.

"I'll see you again."

The second queen said so in a soothing tone, rather than sincerely thinking so, and stroked her shoulder with a gentle hand.

There is a temperature difference, but I guess they are definitely close sisters.

"Yes.... right. I really didn't think I'd see you again, but this is how I have a sister in front of me right now. There's got to be another tour like that."

While the sisters spared their goodbyes, the people around them waited quite a while, but some of them got caught inside and got their eyeballs hot because Graciella complained so emotionally.

In such a crowd, Graciella laughed at her sister and said:

"When I was a little girl, I wanted to marry someone my sister was going to marry. That would keep us together forever, wouldn't it? But now, I'm so happy to be married to the one who was really supposed to marry you and live in the city where your sister was supposed to live."

All this time, the Second Lady seeped a visible rush into her expression and turned her gaze to Oracio, the new Taisho, who was blue-blue by refraining behind Graciella in an unexpected manner.

The gaze of the Second Queen and Shin Taishou met secretly and bitterly.

Both Joel and, of course, His Majesty would have been noticed by the motion of that gaze.

The decisive silence flowing between them was excessive in allowing the rest of us to perceive the time spent in the past.

Of course the carriage of return is the ride of the king and the queen.

Berta was even rubbing her mind across the street from silent Harold, still savoring an unprecedented amount of awkwardness.

Berta secretly reflects on her attitude in the carriage to go, wondering if riding with an unreadable silent opponent is such a bad idea, but reflection can do as much later. Now I had more to think about.

"Your Majesty, may I?"

"Oh."

"It's not true what my stupid sister said. Me and La Marta Taishou weren't engaged. It's just that there's a division, and he's close, and he seems to be surrounded by it."

In the values brought about by the countries of the North, perhaps formal engagement is almost synonymous with marriage. Once they think I've broken an engagement, I don't know what more problems I'll have right now.

"I see. We've been together since we were young, and it would mean that marriage was as natural as it seems."

The excuse is painful because Harold's understanding is correct on that point.

In fact, Berta herself also spent her teens since she was conceited, wondering if she would marry Oracio as she was.

More importantly, if Louis hadn't even been born, Berta would have left the rear palace one day and gone back to her parents' house, at which point she would have remarried to the appropriate branch man.

And one of its leading candidates was Oracio, no other.

Berta would have lived in another value after being attributed to Kasha, even if in aristocratic culture her estranged daughter could not be treated decently.

"It wasn't the children's relationship that the adults around them were learning, it was my father's strong intention not to let me, the maiden, out of the house unless so much happened."

It was a bad idea to accompany my half-sister on an inspection. It's usual for her to explode emotions without thinking about time, case, and people's convenience, but Berta may not have seen her in a long time and blunted her vigilance.

Thanks to this, I have feathers to make ugly excuses behind my back. It was a bad development for Berta, who has always understood that silence is gold.

"I didn't say anything. I stayed overnight in La Marta on purpose, and if I didn't doubt my actions, I don't doubt anything definitive has happened in the past."

Harold spoke in one teasing light tone or the other, but Berta, who seemed to have fun and who suddenly stabbed him with a smile, had trouble judging.

"My wish for a small trip to La Marta was not to meet that one, but rather to celebrate my marriage to my half-sister"

"But there would have been a number of similar invitations from all over the clan. I chose that man and his half-sister."

Worried about whether to say it or not, over the course of this period, the smallworker became belly hungry when it led to further misunderstandings.

"Your Majesty, I'm not a man. My special thoughts lie in that city itself. La Marta was the city I was supposed to inherit."

"... as takeshi"

"Until the form of inheritance, it was not decided. La Marta is a major shock in maritime transactions, plus a city of intricate historical roots with pagans. The pagan culture, reconciled locally and remaining on the continent, is also rich in color. Kasha's eldest son was a difficult city for me to inherit."

And it is a city that is also deeply connected to the First Lady of Kasha, Berta's biological mother. But Berta stopped talking about whether it was necessary to explain that much to Harold, who did not know the customs of kinship and inheritance of the southern Taisho people in the first place.

"Can that man, let alone his half-sister, assume the role he was supposed to take? Aren't you a little underpowered?"

Harold's interest seems to have shifted somewhat in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

"Oracio was originally expected by my father, and yeah, I can see it. Graciella is a pretty good sister who can do that just because she has some emotional problems. This time we were both reluctant because I was guiding His Majesty."

Yes. The land is already out of Berta's hands.

"... Thank you for visiting here this time. I am relieved that they will continue to work hand in hand to protect La Marta."

Unexpectedly he spoke of sentimental things, and Berta realized herself, seemingly unlikely.

No more days will come when Berta will inherit the land, and their daily routine will turn without Berta doing anything special.

Only in this royal carriage with Harold, far from the city, was Berta's future.