The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady

When Her Majesty the Queen of Uphilia's rule began and the people also regained calm from the joy of their reign.

New moves were spread by Her Majesty the new Queen, and the Kingdom of Palletia was full of vigour.

Everyone dreamed of a day when new technology, magic, would spread and had hope for a vision for the future.

That's why they don't remember anymore.

About him, who was Uphilia's fiancé. About the prince who was supposed to be king.

Everyone had already forgotten. In the joy of the beginning of a new era, as if I hadn't been there since the beginning.

Sole was lurking his breath.

Slowly and carefully pack the distance. At the end of Sole's sight is an old western hall.

The garden, which can't even be flattered, is creepy enough to say whether this is still the case.

Still, the sole's leg never stops, and he goes without a sound so that it turns to the back.

If you put your hand on the back door, make a slight noise.

Thore stroked his chest down, driven by the urge to punch his tongue, but without making any other noise around him.

He slips himself inside and moves on.

It was still dim inside, creating an atmosphere that did not damage the creepy appearance.

Step by step, step by step, go along like saying you shouldn't even zero the sound of breath.

Eventually, Sole finally found it. It was best not to lose my sanity, not to speak out.

Sole tries to reach for what takes his own eyes, while being caught fluttering -.

"You're a rare guest."

"- Huh!?"

Behind him, sooner than he looked back, Sole's body was attacked by the feeling of heaven and earth reversing.

And the first time I caught it in my upside down vision, it was one young man.

The creepy western hall has bright platinum hair that is not commensurate with each other, and the shape of the face is neat and it is not an exaggeration to call it exactly your son.

But those eyes are ominously red in color. It disturbs the impression that the imbalance cannot help but be received from the youth.

That was the meeting with him, Algardo Bona Palettia.

Algardo Bona Palettia.

He is a prince of the Kingdom of Palletia, formerly of the throne. But it is also a thing of the past.

Algardo, stripped of his right to inherit the throne and abandoned, lived by being flown to the border known as the end of the Kingdom of Palettia.

A minimal number of people, who once lived to restore a western hall that existed as your home, never bothered with the landscape of the hall.

Everyone, such as the prince, who lived in the creepy hall, thought it creepy and treated it as something that was not there, with no neighbors or prying about anything.

Therefore, no one approaches his Western hall. Unless that's also the odd one.

Such a strange and uninvited guest was visiting his abode, the Western Hall.

"Ugh...! Get off me!

It was only a matter of time before such a rare customer appeared before Algard.

There are those who are tied up before Algard but can roar with majesty. Algardo shows his breath nibbling at his shoulders.

"You've had a very powerful burglar."

Yes. Tied up in front of Algardo are the undelivered who were trying to fish for food in the western hall where Algardo lives.

It looks like it's a narrow outfit to see, and I have trouble eating it. But there was something else that attracted Algard's interest.

The undelivered were girls. The girl, supposedly of lower age than Algard, had an area on its head not equipped by humans.

The girl's hair is silver enough to reach her waist, and her ears are shaking to match the girl's emotions when it comes to the same “hairy” wolf as that silver hair.

"Is it real?

"Don't touch it!

With all the momentum that still bites, the girl shakes her head and pays Algardo's hand that touches her own head. I know very well that the stripped dog teeth are pointy as fangs.

I guess this is a real ear because of the texture I've tried touching my ears and even the fact that it's moving, Algardo decides. Furthermore, it was decisive because behind the girl the same furry tail was shaking to intimidate her.

"Warwolf...? But you're human enough for that."

Some demons are close to looking like humans. Among them are demons of werewolf descent who work bipedally like people.

One of them is Warwolf. But Algard knows that Warwolf is a "bipedal wolf” and not a "wolf's ear and tail on a person".

"Ugh!

While Algard lays his hand on his jaw but observes, the wolf-eared girl is roaring mightily.

Those eyes are blue eyes with a shitty, vibrant light. For a while, it was Algard, who was gazing at the girl, but breathed out slowly.

"Why did you try to work the theft?

……

"Where are you from?

……

There is no answer from the girl. Let Algard stroke his jaw wondering what's going on.

Algard, who was lagging behind in his ideas, heard at that time a different sound from the roar from the girl's.

It was a loud belly bug sounding.

"... ha"

Algard exhales and turns his back on the girl and tries to leave the room.

The girl leaned powerlessly against Algard trying to leave the room behind, but immediately raised her face and yelled.

"Seriously! Untie this! Hey!"

Can't you even hear the girl cursing, Algard's not closing the door anymore?

The girl, who was holding her hands and feet in captivity so as not to be rumbled, turns around and manages to escape the detention.

But there is no sign that the restraint can be relegated ruthlessly. Eventually, the part of the restraint is gradually rubbed off because of the violent attempt to release the restraint.

Still, the girl can power the rope she's holding in captivity. But once again, the belly bug buzzes makes me weak all at once.

"... hungry... hungry..."

"... then don't go wild in vain"

"Huh?"

It was Algard who answered the girl's whine. At some point he was coming back.

There's a tray in that hand, and there's a good smell of a girl sniffing her nose. The girl slurred her throat at at the smell of stimulating appetite.

"... I won't give this to you if you're going to break out. All right?"

"... Ya, can I eat...?

The girl asks because she can't believe it. I don't understand why you try to feed yourself for trying to steal.

Leaving behind a girl who could not understand, Algard placed a tray on the table and took a vessel that smelled good in its hands. On the other hand, a spoon is taken and the contents are snapped.

There seemed to be soup in the vessel. With a hint of hot air, there is no nostrils, and there is zero salivation from the edge of the girl's mouth.

"Do you smell weird, or what?

"No...... but"

"Right."

In reply to the girl, Algardo carried a spoon of soup... into his own mouth.

Oh, and a sad voice leaks out of the girl's mouth. Even though I was hungry, I could eat something that looked delicious in front of me. Anger at the place makes me think I'm going to be bright red in front of you.

"... as you can see, it's not poisoned"

"... huh?

But the girl, who was about to turn bright red with anger, was quelled by the words that went on.

Algardo spoons the soup again and carries it to the girl's mouth. The girl includes a spoon in her mouth to bite her like she can't stand it.

"~ ~ ~ ~ ~!"

How long has it been? I couldn't even remember her aggressively, but the girl was captivated by the taste that irritated her tongue.

Delicious, delicious. That's all I'll ever know. But a sip of the spoon is not enough at all.

"Relax, this is for you. Eat slowly."

"Quickly! Quickly!

"Calm down... oh, that's good enough. Drink as much as you like."

Algardo carries the girl many spoons and makes her drink soup like she reluctantly said.

Even though the soup alone was delicious, whenever finely chopped meat and vegetable scraps rode the tongue, the girl chewed the soup as she nearly cried.

There was also less soup in the vessel, and Algard took the vessel.

"Can I eat all this at once? Don't be a jerk. Tilt the vessel a little bit."

"Yeah!"

The girl put her mouth on the vessel like she completely forgot to be alert to Algard.

Drink up the soup that is carried to your mouth from a slowly tilted vessel indifferently.

Eventually he drank all the soup in the vessel and the girl exhaled satisfactorily. There are tears coming out of his eyes.

"Huh... Huh...!

It was delicious. Just filled and that satisfaction makes the girl weep.

Algard just kept staring quietly at the girl crying.

"... acrylic"

"Acrylic, huh? Is that your name?

"Yes."

The wolf-eared girl, Acrylic named herself Algard with a flashing look on her face.

I'm not completely alert. However, you understood that Algardo would not do unreasonable tricks, even though he was alert, he was beginning to answer Algardo's questions.

"Acrylic, you... you've crossed the border, no, the mountain?

"... why, do you think?

"Because your words are not the public language of the Kingdom of Palettia"

"The Kingdom of Palettia?

Acrylic skewed his eyebrows in surprise. From that reaction, Algardo decided that apparently Acrylic did not know the Kingdom of Palletia.

The words that acrylics have spoken since the beginning are not those used in the Kingdom of Palletia. Without his upbringing as a prince, the conversation would not have been formed.

From the words of the acrylic, Algardo decided that the acrylic came from a neighbouring country in the Kingdom of Palletia.

The Kingdom of Palletia has a natural land. The kingdom of Palletia is filled with resourceful nature, such as deep forests, where the hands of men cannot be fully placed on land far enough to cultivate the fields, and mountain ranges that stand to divide the country.

And the land on the border where Algard is located is at the edge of the mountain range that draws the border.

The mountains and forests, and the land that is supposedly connected to the sea if we go further, are also home to many monsters, and even in order to build people, it was a territorial usurpation with monsters, and they continued to retreat.

Although the western hall inhabited by Algard was once a man-built territory, it was once abandoned from the outbreak of stampede and so on, and once again the realm was restored to this point.

That's why Algardo lives in this western hall with the minimum number of people needed. It's also valuable to be able to hire people here.

"Didn't you come from the neighboring kingdom of Cambus?

Across the Kingdom of Palletia and the mountain ranges, the Kingdom of Cambus is located on the other side.

Although there are no exchanges due to rugged mountain ranges and nature inhibition in this peripheral land, there are transactions between countries.

However, since mountain ranges are still used as borders, it is not possible to say that it is difficult to cross each other's territory and that there is a deep connection.

Therefore, the impression is that we are neighbors who are less involved if we do not know each other and if we are not merchants or diplomats.

By contrast, the border line and neighboring countries off the mountain range used to be targeted by Tiger Sight until Orphans, the former king, took office... but the Kingdom of Cambus was not included.

(Indeed, it was a country similar to the Kingdom of Palletia but less developed in magic as a condition of national territory…)

It is said that the cut off of the Kingdom of Palletia was the feat of the first king who made the Spirit covenant, from which he began to build his country with the aristocrats who could use magic.

Therefore, although the emphasis is on magic, the Kingdom of Cambus is made up differently, and magic technology has not developed that far.

Apparently, I can't say for sure because I don't have much information on the Kingdom of Cambus. I hear that the national traffic itself is thin, and that it is an exclusive state that does not want to enter its own country anyway to interact with the leftovers there.

It's not like we're trying to argue, it's good if we have the minimum necessary relationship. It's a country that has logistical problems and doesn't really go into it as a country.

"... I don't know"

But what Algard expected. Acrylic shook his neck from left to right on the back.

"Don't you know,"

"I don't know anything. Nothing..."

Acrylic shook his neck left and right without force, then closed his mouth.

Acrylic's face, which he has silenced, has a depressing, unhegemonic look on his face.

For the time being, it was Algard watching the acrylic that was silent, but he exhales slowly.

"If you're not going, are you here?

"Huh?"

"I'm interested in you"

"... to me?

"I want to know about you. That's the consideration. I'll live here and find out about you. Instead, you can live here. I'll serve you a meal, and I'll get you a bed."

Acrylic looked at Algard's face with the expression, I don't know what he was talking about.

"Well, you have no right to choose. You're a thief. You can't complain about being killed on the spot if it's supposed to be."

"... ugh"

"But you don't want to kill me without darkness. You deserve it. And I want you to help me find out about you. … If you do not snort, you may take the necessary steps to comply…"

"... Huh!? Him, doing terrible things!?"

"I want you to follow me if you don't want to be. I'll serve you a meal, and I swear I won't do anything stupid. Unless you do something wrong here, I'll even think about detaining you."

Acrylic stares at Algard with his eyes round. Then I narrowed my eyes as I roared and thought.

How much time had passed since Acrylic roared, Acrylic had stopped roaring and was completely grown up.

"... I won't break out. But if I do something terrible, I resist."

"Okay. I swear, we have to imitate it."

"... you, what's your name?

"... oh, you didn't name it"

That's right. Algard distorted his mouth just a little and made him laugh bitterly.

"Al.... it's just Al. Call me Al."