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

"I knew it was what I thought. I like her. Let's do her."

Berta was in a good mood in the room after returning Johanna Schulde.

Demand a cup of tea and just loosen up the hair I was putting together to meet people. Sink your skinny body into a long chair like it's heavy, and your back, which circles naturally, shrinks with a big belly.

But if you look only at the expression, the people on the side knew it well. It was the usual saggy face.

The samurai, who had refrained from being in the same room, of course, watch Johanna return in a half-hearted manner.

I could easily imagine a future in which an eighteen-year-old young lady, rather than still young, would swing like a good one for her husband.

"Johanna Schulde, a native of the fallen Viscount class, aspires to serve against the backdrop of economic hardship. It has been confirmed that her home or home does not belong to a prominent faction."

"It's a traditional aristocratic family, and I believe in the old state prospero religion, but it doesn't seem to be particularly thick in faith. There seemed to be no strong aversion to your position as the Second Lady of the Princess."

"I'm still concerned about my youth as a teenager, but it won't be a problem as your own qualities. I was wondering if I could be a good buffer between factions if I hugged you here early."

The interviewer is not just Berta, who was sitting in front of Johanna.

Berta was using the samurai and all the connections she could use to get a perfect look at the profile of the nanny candidate.

"I like people who are as weak as possible, as thick as possible in their feelings for the body, flexible, and likely to do anything this one wants. Young, blonde-eyed cutie, if possible."

"When I was first asked, I wondered where people bought it."

Berta didn't offer any terms with her personal taste.

"Johanna Schulde is ideal. Seen that? Thin looking eye of that pigment, the least noticeable dull blonde in this royal palace. An uncharacteristically neat face. No matter where you take it, you have no personality, you're not a great junior nobleman's lady."

Of course, I'm complimenting you, but if he hears you, he'll be out of his mind.

To try to stand around freely within the royal palace, Berta herself, of course, in the Petra maidens, is little too conspicuous.

If you can hold onto your own palace, you can still force inconvenience by staying afloat.

By the way, Berta began to flatter the ancient nobleman who seemed to follow him here.

If the belly child is born safely, the servants will be increased even if they do not like it. I want personnel to prepare this breathtaking person as much as possible.

Of course, the period until childbirth is too short to develop a pebbly attitude. At least the nanny wanted to make a convincing candidate, so she was pushing her weight against her body and spinning her hands around this.

"Above all, she wouldn't have put a cross spear in either the Queen or the Chief of Staff."

It is too easy to act as a nanny for the king's children. It would be too easy for anyone to follow the difficulty. That's what Berta is after.

Even he is my son, born as a heretic child of the royal family. The fact that this child is a mixed child cannot be changed.

But the environment can be even. It would be a good idea to embrace the context of some royal ways, rather than growing up with the fangs of conflict stripped as the son of a floating second queen.

All in all, so that this child's difficulties are reduced at all.

"Still, isn't it premature to make it eighteen and have both of them in cheap labor? I would have solved a lot of things if I had honored Johanna to His Majesty. Then you wouldn't have had to worry about having your first son with dark hair."

Berta speaks out of the fullness with which the interview ended in good results and the ease with which she has only heard the samurai in her body, that she has no benefit either.

The ladies, who were gradually becoming familiar with the idle life of the rear palace, also attached themselves to it. Flowers bloom in rumors that you're in a closed space.

"The fact that I let you marry me at the age of fifteen must have meant that your parents wanted to avoid putting me in the backyard. She's too low in her home to be ambitious."

"Oh, didn't Viscount Schulde propose passionately? In the materials we examined, the Viscount said he was a great wife."

"Well, if you're not a friendly couple, you won't be blessed with a baby."

Only Berta tilts her neck slightly to the samurai, whose husband and his wife are completely raised on the shelf and shaken to the lower care.

If even the ladies of this palace are to bring up the rhetoric like a general theory, it may not be impossible for some Bertas to be rumored to be like the king's spouse.

(Just because we're close, we can't have kids)

For example, the righteous queen leaning against His Majesty and the wingman.

Berta's biological mother, for example. Kasha's mother was also hardly given a second child, and the birth of a clan man was more than a decade after Berta was born.

Berta remembers well the face of her mother, who cried in relief when her distant older brother was born.

"It's a common story that you don't deserve where you have to be."

Tired of his spare time, he is quick to stain the distorted values of the rear palace. Not to mention "this side" - what's wrong with the jealous side? It's easy to be stirred up by the public trend.