The Seamstress Girl

Eating rice.

"First, let Yui be the head of the Nuir family."

Before the soup I was transported, I had the feeling that if it had been in my mouth, it would have blown out.

Maybe it was a real escape.

I guess I looked pretty weird. My maid sister, who was catering, looked at my face and stopped slightly, spilling a worrying look.

"Among the contractual matters between the Nuir family owner and the spider is the qualification of the prince. Of the best in the clan, the bearer of the finest arms shall prevail. In that sense, Yui is no longer in charge. If confirmed by the present king Amnato, it's official."

Master Arjit tells me like nothing while gracefully proceeding with the meal.

"If only that brother were sitting on our throne... that, even my grandfather, was decent."

"With my father, there are enough rumors that I killed my brother."

Don't even try to brush your own arms, only complaining is first-rate... I've never heard of that predominantly having a brother, but it's obvious what's that nature, and how to harm others more easily than effort. Apparently from my grandfather, he was like his father. Only in a body similar to my own, it's cute.

"Like my father, if you were quick to protect me and raise me on hand... and to regret for life, I don't want to be"

The contents of the conversation, the noise.

But I don't really feel like a crisis. I can tell from the servants that Master Rodin is excellent and trustworthy.

"Yui, listen while you eat."

Master Rodin urged me to take the spoon.

Bring the soup to your mouth.

As usual, delicious.

I still realize that I was hungry.

but

My jaw is tired and I don't feel like carrying solids into my mouth.

Bread, shouldn't we dip it in soup?

Ugh, it chips into my mouth and pours it in with soup.

"I was engaged to protect Yui, and not to get involved in a dispute in the palace. The former king does not possess basic substantial powers, but he is not harmed by them."

"Becoming the queen of the present king Amnat, there is also a struggle for power and a struggle for love. In the first place, it's dangerous until you're elected queen. Oh, I would have liked to have been just a needle, but I'm not ashamed to keep letting the royal family wear those clothes knowing the existence of a first-degree needle capable of such protective stitching, I am."

Lord Rodin said my sewn guardian in his hand.

Oh, yeah.

Causes of protective stitching.

"My queen has no right to inherit the throne. You can have the other person's child you like."

Huh?

I don't know what that means, and Master Arjit reaches out to me properly.

A big hand strokes his cheek.

"It's bad for you if you don't bite it right, huh?... a little bit, is your jaw tired and sore"

Oh, they spotted me.

"Usually, they only say one word or a cat's chirping."

"Ringing..."

Go on, you don't have much strain on your jaw ~