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

The last time he was left behind, Louis noticed the disturbing atmosphere that allowed him to leave a message on the day Berta left for his next visit to Mesaro.

"Yikes! Hey, I'm coming!!

On the day of his departure, before leaving the palace, Louis made Berta cry badly, but was forcefully pulled off by a woman who feared the dress would get dirty in the absence of time to change.

"I'm sorry. You mustn't take him."

Louis is still too young to take him on official business. Besides, the situation is different from last year's visit to the south.

Berta's power has now gone to the rear palace, and even if Berta himself is absent, he won't be the first to pose a danger to Louis.

Whatever his mood, taking a toddler with you easily is not so welcome.

"Louis, I'll be right back."

"Ya!! Hey, hey, hey! Hey there!

This inspection is also not scheduled for that long. But a few days for a child is a long time, unlike adults.

If he cries out like the end of the world, Berta also feels as if he has become a rare and evil man.

Nevertheless, it is also a matter of the prince being fit for his mother forever.

Even to get Louis just a little more parents away, this would be the occasion where we should ghost our hearts out and shake them off.

"Berta,"

Emma silently urged me to pinch it between Louis and Berta's sights so I could just go because I would cry no matter what I did anymore.

"Louis, be a good boy. Listen to Emma!

Without wasting their efforts, Berta leaves her own palace early enough.

"Welcome aboard"

"Please don't worry about while you're away"

Because of that parting, Berta had a high number of mouths as she walked down the corridor towards the Royal Palace on the surface.

"That palace is fine without me. If Louis does evil, Emma scolds him, and if Emma cries angrily, Johanna comforts her."

"I know how you feel,"

The accompanying samurai gently offered her hand scarf to her husband, who was dragged to tears by her breakup with Louis.

"I know.... I can't stay away forever either, and even if it's not like this one, I have to make sure Louis gets around a little bit, even in my absence."

I also know it has been rather unusual before.

Normally, upper-class women are not that much with their children. Even Kasha's parents, who were especially sweet to their children, were not the ones that kept me with my daughter so far in childhood.

Berta and Louis were special because Berta had so far had very few external roles.

Time has passed that was perfect for just a role as Louis' mother, trying to settle into what it should be, little by little, as the distance between the queen and the prince.

"I'm worried about Prince Louis, but the kids are used to the new environment. Berta, don't get too sick."

"Right. I'm sure I'll get used to it soon. Just for the first time."

Aware of the loneliness like a pompous emptiness in my chest, I felt Louis crying from afar.

South down the streets maintained from the Wang capital, a few days by carriage.

One line had reached almost the middle point between the north and south of the national territory.

The city had a wide panoramic view from the high ground.

Downstream of the Great River, its tributaries flow into the city. The busy hustle and bustle characteristic of the Water Capital seemed to come from the distance.

Mesaro is a big commercial city that holds back shipping.

"You make me feel strange. I feel a little nostalgic."

Berta and the others visited here just a year ago.

I stopped in this city as a relay point for my fortune to the south last year. Of course I was with Harold then, and there was Louis in Berta's arms.

"I couldn't afford to look around much last time. I can look around a lot this time."

A line of inspections soon entered downtown.

The city was packed with sightseeing public surrounded by horseman carriages and escort knights until the planned local Taisho mansion. Just a little peek through the carriage window seems to be making a lot of noise along the boulevard.

"Does the atmosphere of Mesaro resemble a little bit of the urban group in the south?

Asked by Harold, Berta looks out the window in remembrance of her hometown.

"What do you think? The atmosphere of the bustling common people is also somewhat similar. There will also be merchants from the south here."

A vibrant city. I guess the free atmosphere, not fuelled by dominant power, did feel a little like what Berta knew.

"Welcome aboard. We welcome His Majesty the King and His Highness the Queen, citing the city."

Taisho, who binds city officials, greeted the carriage in front of the mansion.

When I came here before, Berta was still not in a position to be called Her Royal Highness the Queen.

Technically, he was already royal as the second queen, but the people's senses did not fully embrace the existence of the second queen.

It's pious - the more I change the way I say it, the more serious people with the right fold, the more I think I had the absurd separation in Berta.

The last time I came to this city, Berta couldn't remember how I felt anymore.

It's not hard to imagine that I felt completely different now.

Berta didn't recognize her companion as her husband, and it was a journey of melancholy feeling, one way or the other, that she knew that if she went back south, she would be driven by pointless homesickness.

Just about a year ago feels like an old event so bad and far away that I can't remember.

However, Berta was now coming up with something she would never have thought about if it had been a year ago.

"Let's get out of town. Sneak."

Sergio, whom I heard, looked suspicious in the ear.