The Me Who Wants To Escape The Princess Training

"I wonder what I shouldn't do"

A sad beautiful boy shrugged.

"Talk about what?

Maria won't turn to me.

Is it decided? I guess it's settled. In him. 'Cause in the first word, the word "Maria" comes out. I mean, we talk almost all the time about Maria.

It's supposed to be in the form of coming to study abroad for once, but does this kid know?

The seemingly incomprehensible prince let Lyle brew a replacement for tea.

"So, what do you think we shouldn't do?

"Well, it was still happening."

"I didn't mean to interrupt you at all"

A sip of tea and he sighed.

"I'm supposed to look so good."

Prince Louis said with great seriousness.

I accidentally touched the forehead with my hand to check the temperature.

"Not hot, but crazy?

"Though it would be most rude to say it's normal and weird!

I get slapped on the hand that was on my forehead with Pessili.

'Cause you actually said something crazy.

"I know it's true."

Right, okay. I'm not crazy, I'm overconfident!

"Speaking of which, Duke Neil said the same thing! Blood! Blood!

"His Royal Highness Prince Wang is also quite confident."

Lyle agrees with my statement.

"Say what! Your father and mother are very humble! Don't just try to get it together with your blood muscles!

"I don't deny I'm overconfident."

Prince Louis silently drank tea. I'll put my mouth on the cup too.

I see Prince Louis' face again. Hmmm......

"It's a face that probably goes into beauty in the world, but it's not my type"

"Nothing. I don't even want to be your type this way!

You've been telling me stories about your own face!

"Your preference would be His Royal Highness the King. I don't care if you fall in love here."

"Ha!? Nothing, I'm not talking about that right now!?

I stepped on him because Lyle spilled "I don't deny it..." I'm panicking with the teapot in my hand.

Hmm! This is what happens because you try to make fun of people!

"Why doesn't Maria like me when this face is good..."

Ugh, exhaling, Prince Louis made a narcissistic statement again. I told them honestly.

"I wonder if it's that kind of personality."

"I have a good personality."

"Mm, are you unconscious!?

I raise my dismay to Prince Louis, who is confidently chested.

Keep such a glamorous personality, no real sense of consciousness!

"I think Prince Louis needs to be able to see himself objectively first..."

"What do you mean!

"It means the same thing?

I laughed outraged Prince Louis with my nose.

"That's how you get mucky, kid."

"Hey what...!?

Prince Louis stood up.

"Even your husband's king Prince is jealous of me, like a child!

"Hey!"

I got up, too.

"Sure, I don't know why you're jealous, either, but this is how some metrics allow tea!

"But I would have been angry before!?

"Something I got permission to do before I was watching!

"Before I saw it!... yourself, watching, before...?

Prince Louis, who tried to say it back, stopped perfectly. In a few seconds, I see a soldier standing in front of the door.

Yes, there are only me and Prince Louis, Lyle and the soldiers on this occasion right now.

"No way..."

That's the thing.

The soldier took his helmet.

"Hey, I'm the king prince of narrow hearts."

"Higgie!

Prince Louis hid behind me.

"I'm sorry. It was never a malicious and uttered word, but a buying word for a selling word. Yeah, I'm not serious."

Prince Louis excused himself diligently as he shielded me. The speed of change is amazing.

"Yeah, I'm not mad about what I'm saying right now,"

Master Clark smiled.

"You can't get caught up in Leticia."

Prince Louis quietly sat down.