Two as One Princesses

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As a father who is a king, he shows respect for and intimacy with Master Fiyanamia, but I don't know how much that means.

There are forces in the country that do not care for me with such a name, and I have been targeted for my life from time to time.

In the 12 years since I was born, I have actually felt in danger several times.

So even if the bandits attacked me on my way back to the King's Capital, I only thought "See you again" or so.

If there is any concern, the fact that the Duke and Lady Lulinea Haunsen are in the carriage with them. In the name of seeing the outside world before school enrollment, there was a connection to the royal family, and Lulinea of my age - I had it hidden in the Haunsen family, where Runya is - might be more right to hide it, or Vilibalto Osente, a belly-up brother and fourth prince, made a mockery and stayed away from the noisy royal castle.

To enter the second school as I did - the carriage that carried us on our way to Wang Du for that entrance exam was attacked by thieves.

Even though the Wang capital is close, it does not in itself. I have escorts for these times, and the knights who protect me will not fall behind the bandits.

I didn't doubt the victory of the escort, reassuring Runya that she wasn't used to the rough things she was afraid of. In fact, the escorts were able to suppress the bandits almost completely.

I suppressed at my leisure, and maybe I was chronic somewhere.

None of us noticed the sweet scent.

Slightly sweet aroma drifting from the back of the forest. If only at what distance does it smell like this, Daiyuan will smell rather sweet.

"Runya, you're the only one who can escape."

"Master Mii, what's wrong? The thieves have already cracked down."

"Wouldn't Runya feel this sweet smell?

I can't afford the mentality I'm describing from scratch, but letting Runya go, who doesn't understand the situation, doesn't know if she can get away well.

When she manages to calm down her anxious heart and asks Runya, she looks active - she looks like a grandmother and puts her neck around Kyoton.

Then his face turns bright blue as opposed to the bright red hair tied into one. Still, the frightened look immediately hides in his serious face and looks straight at me with Amber's eyes.

"There's going to be a demonic flood, isn't there?

"Yeah, so just run away from Runya."

"No, you can't leave the princess and run away."

Runya's gripping fist shivers with a cataclysm, which shows that the brave dialogue is a vanity.

The way it looks is nasty, delightful, and irritating.

Although we do not know the scale of the demonic flood, it is not hard to imagine that number exceeding a hundred. In the meantime, the supposedly demonic flood in Estoke is massive enough to also show up Class A demons, and Wang said the capital has not yet been rebuilt.

Though the story is that the reason for the delay in reconstruction is not just the size of the scale.

That one happened naturally, and this one is artificial. The scale will be overwhelmingly small here, and even if the demonic flood went towards the capital of King Osente, there won't be much damage.

But some of the King's Capital's functions will mahi, and the people must be anxious.

Running away all of us will take you to the demon herd, and you could be caught up before you enter the king's capital. That way, we can't guarantee our safety.

That's why I wanted Runya alone to run away and tell the King's Capital about this......

If you say such a thing, Runya will tell you that I will flee.

Because Runya is the Duke's house, and I am royal. However, Runya, with a special vocation, is better for Osente than I, who almost relinquishes his throne by enrolling in a second school with low throne inheritance rights.

Besides, although I have some witchcraft, Runya will not even have seen the place of battle.

After all, there was nothing I could do, and a bunch of demons appeared.

The demons that came out of the woods spread as if they were scattering spider children.

Happiness or unhappiness. I don't see any fast-paced demons, or any higher-ranking demons. goblins and oaks, and then those superior species. A herd led by a few C-grades. The only problem is the number.

Some of the escorts, when it comes to hunters, fall into B class, but are passive in large numbers. It will be difficult to deal with this number while protecting us.

Rest in peace. A small shadow broke in between the herd of demons and our carriage when I almost gave up my destiny as well.

Are you younger than us? A very small figure if you're the same age.

He's wearing a long robe, and his bright black hair is diving into the robe.

The hair also hid by wearing a hood.

When this happens, all I know is that the information on his person is the existence of a small human form.

Then I heard a song (...). A strange melody, a word I had never heard, but I could not help but be attracted to its singing.

I even realized she was a woman in that beautiful singing voice, when the song was over.

I was bitter as to why I was obsessed with hearing the song in such a stuffed situation, but the situation had changed only slightly in this short time.

The demons who were turning to us are turning their targets into her.

Running toward her indifferently, as if she had forgotten about our existence, etc.

Although this may be a great opportunity to escape, it is also possible that the attention of the demons that are right for her will be directed this way.

Run away, send escorts to help her, or consolidate her guard in the hope that she will reduce the demons to defeat the reduced demons.

Whatever you choose, there's too little information on her.

She moved out while she was doing so.

Stretch out your hands and feet as you twirl around, as if you were even dancing.

Advanced nobility with simple movements...... so refined that I think it is some royalty, it still attracts my attention. If I am not the only one who has the heart to dance, I will be blinded by the beauty of that movement.

I can't help but feel something in the soft and rough movement, like the twin leaves that adore from the ground in the New Year's Eve, like the powerful trees that grow blue and lush in the middle of summer.

But that's not all that matters.

Tsu appears to break through the surrounding ground if she reaches directly above it.

The tsu moved as if alive, as if manipulated by her, and sneered at the approaching demon.

From there it was one-sided.

The demon that has been wiped out will never move again, and Tsu will increase its number.

Exactly as if it were an eye behind you, it also crushes demons approaching from blind spots.

It didn't take long, though it was all over.

The demons fall to the ground, Tsu disappears, and only she stands.

What a different sight.

The sight can also be repainted in an instant.

The demons, who had not only filled the ground, disappeared to the ground, as they were swallowed, as they melted.

In a state as if nothing had happened, the little girlfriend turned this way.

Its face, hidden in the hood, wore a mask with a dragon feather design.

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I asked Mia to hide, to intrude in my condition, to sing a song and attract my attention, and then Ciel did something about it.

I think the use of Tsu is a consideration for Ricil, who seemed sorry without wearing the example dress.

After devastating the demon flood, I asked Mr. Ricil what he had done with the demon body and if he could do anything about it, and he buried everything on the ground in a strained manner.

After all, the top spirits are horrible.

"I hope the nest can dance as much as I want."

"It will take a tour."

'Yeah, I'd love to play with Tull again!

'Right. But now that I have an audience, can I have it replaced?

"You did."

I guess I really forgot all about it because I didn't like it or anything.

It's a big difference from me wanting to say even one of my hates.

Who the hell did this? About 70% think the people in the carriage there are the victims. About 20% are fools who can't even deal with what they did, and 10% are the type of combat fanatics who want to gladly intercept the demon flood.

I'm wearing a mask, and it's going to be hard to even figure out the shape with my robe, so I don't care to get close.

Because of this, let's take off the hood and impress you that you have dark hair.

As we approached the carriage, the carriage-like escorts glanced at us with their swords.

Eight in all. Two of us, one man and one woman at a time, step forward and tow this one around to protect the carriage with six left.

It's kind of not like a hunter's escort. It's more frivolous and has a better control. That's what the army is like.

I'm getting some more bad feelings.

Maybe even if not, it makes some sense that half of the escorts are women.

"Who are you?

The woman out front asks with her sword pointed this way.

The truth is, I would be inside, I had some business with these guys' masters, but this guy doesn't matter, okay?

Even though I feel like I might lose my identity with my voice, even if I am a song (...) princess (...). I can make it as easy as making it sound like someone else.

When I first tried to speak in a lot of voices, Ciel was convinced that "well, that's Ain". "You're not surprised," I asked the intrigue, "I wonder how many years you think I've heard Ayn's song," Couscous laughed.

Set aside the fact that the expression - you can't speak first.

Two girls came out of the carriage when I thought I'd just say what I wanted to say and disappear in a voice that didn't tie to Ciel, me, and Ayrnage.

Taller than Ciel, but maybe a little under the same age as Ciel. A blonde, blue-eyed, light-hearted kid with a color scheme like the old Ciel, and a strong-hearted kid with bright red hair tied together.

I remember seeing Ciel color scheme kids in pictures back in the day. One of the escorts makes a panicked voice as if to mock me for wanting it to be my fault.

"Dear Princess (...), please return"

"I don't mind. If she's going to do something, we won't help. Isn't it?

"It's..."

"No, you're not bad. At that time...... I was unlucky to insist. Besides, I don't think she'll do anything."

"Yes, it is. But Master Mii, this person..."

Red hair punches Princess Otsuente's last princess - Princess Lesimiya in the ear.

As for Princess Lesimiiah, she was taught by the royal nobility, who was the lord of Osente.

Others are about the lords and sons of the upper aristocracy, but I remember only the royalty was shown all because of the Fourth Prince.

So, Princess Lessimiya, but when I told her that her name looked like Mother Fi, she returned that she was actually getting Mother Fi's name.

I was wondering if there might be a sign of friendship with the center or something like that, but my mother didn't seem to be interested in much of it, so I wouldn't hesitate to deal with it if Osente did.

Though it is like the current situation is being played out. Otherwise, you won't tell us to fight against our country.

Anyway, I didn't want to get involved because there are some things I think about the royalty of this country, but if you came out of the other side, let's just say what we want to say and disappear.

Put on your hood for the next preparation and turn to Princess Lesimiya.

"There was nothing here"

"That's what you're asking me to do."

"What's the problem?

"I'm not saying I don't, but I'd like to avoid any more hostility with you"

Though it was surprising that a princess of one country would pay homage to an unidentified opponent, this one seems to have conveyed its intentions, so I tell her a word: 'Please' and replace it with Ciel.

Then we rush back to Mia's with the dust up and the sight taken.

"Welcome back"

"Now you're okay. We'll take a little break and then we'll leave."

"Then I'll make some tea."

Near the woods where the demonic flood occurred, Ciel and Mia started tea time by removing the desk and chair from the magic bag.

Whether or not the Princesses of Lessimiea will really keep their mouths shut, but if her last words are not my mistake, it won't be great, at least.

Anyway, Princess Lessimiya has already noticed the possibility that we were hostile to me.