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

In this era, the countries of the North, seen from the centre of the continent - the Kingdom - were exhausted by repeated wars and frequent natural disasters.

Some countries devastated their national territory in the invisible wars ahead, while others rapidly pushed for centralisation and expanded their territory.

In the midst of chaos, there will eventually emerge from among those countries a country that will grasp the new way of statehood, but the coming of that next era will require several more generations to come. The continent had just entered the deep darkness before dawn.

On the other hand, our country, situated at the southern tip of the continent, is relatively free from the incitement of its flows.

My presence as a major country in previous years is still sufficient.

Although the remnants of the previous era remain rich in the system of governance, the changes in movements and ideologies that can be seen in other countries are not a threat right there.

While gradually weakening its momentum compared to the peak period, it could be said that the national system continues to maintain a state of well-being in comparison to the continental countries that entered a turbulent period.

In other words, for the countries of the continent, the kingdom was precisely a chicken laying golden eggs.

"There is now no nation with the strength to challenge the military power of our country directly from the front. If you're going to set me up, you're going to have to praise me."

Harold talks to himself a lot these days. I don't talk to anyone, but I can't run out of troubles.

Only the samurai, who is also the closest to refrain from being in the room, he listens and answers properly if Harold speaks, otherwise he is politely blocking his ears.

He was a thoughtful man used to dealing with Harold.

"But who's the mastermind? Let there be no mistake that the main house of the Smurfs and Otto are involved, neither can we grasp the aim of not knowing the mastermind at the heart. Adrianne's body was also examined, but the living house was also cut off from its collapsed upper edge"

Is it something shallow that a nobleman can plan, or is it conceiving of the possibility of being more catastrophic?

The information does not come in because the Marguerite native - Rotoranto - which is supposed to be an ally, is losing its function as a source of information.

Instead, it is almost certainly only the people of some countries who are pulling the thread behind them, and now the former friendly countries are transformed into fine virtual enemies.

"You don't know. No, I know. The current king of Rotoranto is my cousin, and, assuming the immediate line of our country is interrupted, perhaps the royalty over there will claim the right of inheritance"

In the first place, the kings of this country also derive their origins from that country. Although the lineage has been branched apart many generations ago, the blood muscles are near and thick due to the repeated kinship marriages between royalty.

Rotoranto and the Prospero Church, which developed in the form of its influence, still do not recognize Harold himself as a legitimate king in official documents.

Because it would be more convenient for us there to leave claims that there is no legitimate royalty.

"But for Louis to have been born, the buds whose thrones would roll into Rotoranto if they kept quiet almost disappeared. Or it could even be that the country's hubs are moving actively"

Thoughts stopped there, and Harold dropped his eyes on a map that remained spread over his desk.

Can we say that we are still fortunate that modern force maps do not border directly with that side? There is unlikely to be an immediate physical collision.

"That's difficult. Well, it's a house that has expanded its territory in marriage more than in war. Is it the arts that compete for legitimacy in the blood muscles?"

A samurai who was at the wall started talking on his own. I don't care because Harold is used to it either.

"I wonder. The trouble is that there are incompetents and intellectuals over there. Misconceived enemies will shrink your feet."

"Oh, the king of that kingdom has left behind two names of the incompetent king."

King Rotorant.For Marguerite's eldest brother, Harold, he is a brother-in-law and a man who hits his cousin, but there is no particular interaction because generations are apart.

From time to time, letters are exchanged and rumours are received from various countries. Although he is an extra man who refuses to be incompetent even with fragmentary information alone.

"Who do intellectuals assume?

"Assuming the maximum, it would be the Chancellor."

Even if the king is incompetent, the country will not perish. The long-lasting dynasty has its foundations consolidated.

"... you can't give Marguerite back to her native land"

Giving that figure to a country that has already become a virtual enemy poses a danger. I don't know what kind of flag Marguerite will be used for this time in that country.

Harold never saw her back from the inspection.

I was hesitant to step into the palace of the righteous queen, where conservative hands were spinning, than I had to worry about Harold's own assassination as well.

What would Marguerite look like now?

I'm sure, after the last miscarriage, I should have let her go.

But what could I have done then to my wife, who even tried to choose her own death for Harold?

When I kept it close and leaned in, trying to support Marguerite until she turned forward, I still thought she and my mind were in touch.

Harold was already determined then to go a different way than she did, but he didn't realize that was his separation from her. I didn't try to notice.

"Berta pissed me off. He didn't think I was the man to do that."

I remembered the deep disappointment and agony that came to her face. She looked the same when she showed Harold a strong rejection holding Louis, who had just been born.

The intense wave of emotions usually displayed by the expressionless Berta makes Harold anxious.

It makes me ask myself if what I'm trying to do is wrong.

Still, Harold, who has already passed the stage of being able to correct his mistakes, cannot escape any further from the liquidation of the faults he has made in the past.

The squire who heard Berta's name corrected his residence.

"Your Majesty, may I make a periodic report on Lady Kasha?

"Oh."

My legs have been completely distant since I rubbed them with her. Instead, the eyes of the surveillance were allowed to intensify.

"You will continue to be caged in the palace and you will not see any noticeable movement. Her Royal Highness seems to be accompanied by the Prince even after the Prince's health has stabilized, and there is no sign of alarm at the heightened level of protection."

"... how does it feel to get in touch with the south?

"You don't. Her Royal Highness hasn't even taken a pen since she returned to the royal palace. Normally, they probably send out private messages in a way that lets the samurai go out with a letter, but I was wondering if that's also a possibility in the current situation, which is reinforcing surveillance of all servants of the palace."

In fact, it was more of a southern way out than a conservative to hold the key in this case.

"Are you sure Berta hasn't done anything? One or two of the means to scratch our eyes, that's hidden and no wonder."

The worst development for Harold was that while he was allocating resources to problems with the countries of the North, even the South would have problems.

The most alarming thing in particular is Berta's move.

For example, if she was escaped to the south with Louis by a human guide from outside the morning. For example, if Louis' health care, or his safety, is made up in the name, it will be difficult to take strong measures against genuine relatives.

There are plenty of humans, factional or otherwise, that would be more convenient if the prince were not in the royal palace. It was thought that Berta wouldn't have any trouble with the collaborators if he cared about it.

We now have a lot of soldiers in the north of the country, and it would be troublesome if we were delayed in discovering them and were drained all the way out to the southern region.

The march to the south was really a last resort given the regionality of the land.

"Internal worries are a clearer threat than distant northern countries....... Can you stop at the conscription for holding Louis back? In the worst case scenario, even if only one heir to the throne as it is grows at the hands of its southern cousins, it must also be seen to tolerate"

Berta's high popularity is also a barrier to doing business with the south. It affects the morale of a soldier unless it is justified enough to do so at the time of conscription.

Above all, there could even have been such a thing as placing a young prince in a vortex of such skirmishes and accidentally losing his life.

"Not to mention Berta's lack of ambition to make Louis King Prince. I don't know Kasha's true intentions."

"This is just a personal look, but isn't the usual surveillance enough for Berta anymore?

Harold turned his gaze to the side for the first time that day. Because it was very rare for him to pinch personal opinions during his work.

From that.

"Why do you call Berta by name?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll be careful. That's what my wife calls it."

Side by side - Sergio's wife was one of the women officers who sent Louis to the Palace of Berta when she was born.

"Her Royal Highness certainly seems troubled by many things, but I know that the more worried Her Majesty is, the more she has the very idea of leaving the royal family."

"What do you mean?

I had a bit of an epilepsy talking to him because he understood about Berta.

"I wonder if Her Royal Highness has a sense of readiness and responsibility to be a royal person. It is not in Her Majesty's opinion to move the Prince against His Majesty's will."

Certainly Sergio has heard a lot from his wife, who is a female official.

Harold didn't know about Berta. I had a dialogue on the road of the inspection and I thought I had started to understand quite a bit, and I felt the distance opened up again at once.

Reasonable and quiet, exchanger and raised daughter as much as possible.

Under one piece of skin is a stormy, southern woman with raw impulses swirling.

"Do you think Berta is right for the queen?

Feeling tossed, Harold asks Sergio, unable to hide his frustration.

In the process of essentially abolishing Marguerite, it was the established route for Berta to be seated irrespective of his or her qualities.

Until now, she thought she would behave as she deserved in that position, and there was a prospect of taking her into the royal family by heavy use.

He's a smart, nasty daughter if he's hostile, but if he can pull in and Harold handles it well, he'll be a powerful ally.

"Regardless of her disorientation, Her Royal Highness feels she is already a queen. I doubt you will be aware of that."

Sergio's personal views were unexpected to Harold.

"You say that because you're not dealing with an emotional Berta."

"Some things can only be seen from faraway subordinates. If we look only at the objective situation, as a result, Her Royal Highness does not move in silence and only acts sufficiently as a position."

I don't know why Sergio puts his shoulder in Berta.

He was usually one of Harold's most trustworthy subordinates, a brilliant proximity to the mouth he offered.

Sergio complains to Harold.

"Your Majesty is the other way around. Have you not lost sight of it? A queen is not a virtual enemy or a useful subordinate, but a woman who becomes royal as your wife."

"I'm a royal, not a subordinate, so I wonder if I'll ask her more."

"You are free to ask for many, but were you so cruel that you were asked to push your ideals to perfection by the young queen?

You should not respond to a selling word with a buying word.

Harold shrugged away, indulging in wanting to say something.

"I said what I offered. Forgive my disrespect."

Though he politely apologized, he seemed to have no regrets for running out of words.

It's hard to unload a fist you've shaken up. Harold abandons the conversation and drives the proximity away with just a hand gesture. Sergio just backed off with a slightly blued face.

The proximity to complaining until you risk buying an unhappiness is invaluable.

But it's been a really long time since I've known him for a long time.

And without having to ponder, Sergio's words contain one, mere fact.

"Young, huh?"

Harold thinks his age has nothing to do with his qualities.

But it is true that we have tolerated Marguerite in the past. Is there any correctness in the attitude that even minor defects are not tolerated against Berta?

The solitaire disappeared without anyone listening.