Something's wrong, they're not NPCs?

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I only asked the attendant some questions about the present era. I roughly know that airplanes are the most common means of transportation that can help me catch Plato the fastest. I have only a vague understanding of the rest, and most of them are just names but not meanings.

I am curious.

The iron blocks were assembled onto four wheels, and they ran faster than the fastest cavalry I had ever seen in the Kingdom of Eliza.

If there was such a thing back then, the town where my grandmother lived and Keyimu Town could be reached in half a day. The territory would definitely be even wider at that time.

But then again.

My grandmother had already commented on me.

"You, like my sister, have little interest in power."

"But, they all follow their men to the top. It's really......"

That's right.

I always followed Plato's steps. I never thought about restoring my country, let alone succeeding.

Unconsciously, there are too many powers and influences around me that do not belong to me.

The statue was later remodeled, and I was remodeled along with it.

Those were unfortunate times.

I heard that because too many people died in natural disasters, the civilians wanted to rebel, and the church pushed the saint to be executed in public... and attributed the continuous natural disasters to the saint's unfavorable prayers.

Today's era.

2023 years.

I have heard Plato speak many times, and the notes he left behind have added a lot to my knowledge.

But when I actually see it, I am still at a loss.

The road surface is paved with neatly stacked stones and is very flat.

I really think that every civilian wears clothes that civilians shouldn't wear. There are too many colors.

Therefore, I can't really tell who are the commoners and who are the nobles.

The railings move by themselves. It is not magic. Plato explained that it is a prop and a craft for managing vehicles.

People consciously walk on both sides of the road where cars are driving. Some places prohibit vehicles from entering.

building.

In the past, who would dare to build a house higher than the palace? Would it really not collapse if it was that high?

I was a little scared walking on the street surrounded by tall buildings on both sides.

But Plato seemed to be used to telling me about such and such craftsmanship and how safe it was.

I kicked him...

I think I am too ignorant. I don't want to be like a child and ask him to tell me everything.

These things are too troublesome.

I listened for a while and forgot what I heard before.

then.

I went to the so-called clothing store and saw many beautiful clothes displayed in the window.

Many of them are styles I have never seen before.

I like dresses, I like fancy dresses. I like small accessories.

I still remember that my father invited ministers to go hunting, and asked the best tailor in the kingdom to make me a winter dress using the snow-white hair of the prey. Unfortunately, I accidentally burned it not long after.

However, such furry clothes were actually something that ordinary people could buy in this era.

I don't have the habit of letting men spend money on me.

I heard from the servant who helped me check Plato's past that Plato was not rich. In comparison, his other two wives seemed to be richer.

I don't want to think about things that make me unhappy.

I just go into the store surrounded by beautiful dresses and change into whatever I want.

'how about this?'

'it is good. '

'what about this?'

'very good.'

'...'

what.

I really don't want to buy so much.

But no way.

I have inherited excellent genes from my parents and I look good in anything I wear.

I saw the White Sox.

The salesperson said it was called pantyhose or colorful glass or something. I didn't understand.

But the fabric feels smooth.

They feel better than the white socks Plato gave me before. And they are elastic.

I remembered the socks that were too tight and the open pants I was wearing when I woke up in the morning.

Could dreams reach that level?

I do not know.

But I knew very well that Plato secretly looked at my thigh, where there was a mark on it, for a long time.

He also honestly said that small things would excite him.

What kind of quirk is that?

Although I didn't quite understand, my grandmother's subordinates told me about it.

'Everyone's XP is different.'

'People's XP is free, just like I like to see men can't stand it and say no.'

'...'

I don't have their quirks.

But when I think about it, I also have a fetish.

For example.

At first I was not used to it, but later I really wanted to step on Plato... I can't explain it, anyway! It was like conquering Plato!

'I'm not buying it.'

of course.

I would never buy this in front of Plato just to satisfy his XP.

He didn't show any reaction, why should I buy it?

It's also a coincidence.

Just then some ignorant civilians came to cause trouble.

I used to know that nobles looked down on commoners, commoners looked down on slaves, and among nobles, earls looked down on viscounts, and viscounts looked down on barons.

But this is the first time I know that there is discrimination among civilians because of skin color.

But they messed with the wrong guy.

Plato was no pushover.

Of course, if they mess with me, I will let them immediately experience the dignity of the royal family that cannot be touched.

"It's barely acceptable, so I'll just buy it."

to me.

Just like a step.

Actually, I also want to try it on, because when I was on the bus, I saw many women wearing this kind of thing through the car window. But there are very few women wearing white, most of them are black or flesh-colored.

As for whether to reward Plato.

No rewards today.

tomorrow……

Anyway, he is so good at it, he will do it one day. I am very magnanimous, seeing that he didn't do it for comfort yesterday, but he was able to hold back with my consent. I just anticipated it in advance.

Well.

in fact.

My heart was beating very fast yesterday. Normally, our kind should have a slow heartbeat. My grandmother said that this is how we live longer.

But yesterday Plato didn't choose to use the place I agreed with.

On the one hand I feel ashamed.

On the one hand, I realized for the first time that…

Although he is filthy and astringent, he always offends me.

but……

He cares about me a lot.

Just, I like him a little bit.

I'm not that weak!

Asking him to massage my feet, that's not massage! It's just touching!