"It's supposed to be the first one, but it's slower to state it than the other documents"
"Oh, yeah. I noticed that, too, and I asked the administrator, but it seems that only one of them was lost and rewritten."
"Is it lost even though the Royal Palace manages it? And just one of these?
To Patrick's story, Addy raised her voice that she couldn't believe it.
The management of the Royal Palace is strict and even limited to those who have access to documents in the first place. Royal palace officials, comparable authorities, or those with whom the trust of both sires is generous and generous?
There is no way I would be surprised if only one more piece of paperwork managed by a few more of those thorough controls were lost... If I felt the disturbing air and Addy wrinkled between my eyebrows, I made my expression sinister knowing what Patrick was trying to say too.
Then I cough up with Cohon and look around. Addy looked up at the trick. Patrick's trick of gazing at windows and doors is going to be important... and I thought you said that it's not going to be important for anyone else to ask.
"No way, do you have any leads on that lost one?
"There is no more certainty than I can assure you. I asked the doctor, but I don't remember much about the paperwork in hiding anymore."
If Patrick exhales in a grand sigh, Addy is also followed and drops his shoulder.
No matter how many documents on the birth of a princess, it was twenty years ago. Not only do I already have nostalgic memories of living in hiding, but there's no way I can remember that either, about the difference between the original documents and rewriting.
Among other things, there was a tragedy afterwards called Princess Kidnapping, and it must have been a long time since my chest ached to remember.
It is impossible to remind the doctor now. I assure you that, but... Patrick continued.
"Soon after the paperwork has been rewritten, a princess kidnapping is taking place. I believe these two cases are connected."
"I mean, I lost the paperwork... no, I stole the paperwork..."
"He's a fortune teller who once grabbed Alicia. After examining it, at the time, the occupier had a great deal of trust from both sires, for divination and permission to disclose documents."
There is no absolute proof, but I guess I'm not lost in my thoughts, the pale talking Patrick tone has an indescribable weight. Even Addy listening seems to be under barometric pressure.
From that time on, purple eyes and golden thread hair were considered a testament to royalty. But that's only inheritance, and I wouldn't deny it if I could argue that it's "not what I've been looking for from another country" or "it's the same shade by chance" like this one.
I can't stop looking around at every single person in the world like lice and showing them, "Look, there will only be royalty."
It has been told because of the royal authority, trust, and the fact that I was not questioned about my birth as a past.
What a brittle story if the color of the hair and eyes is a testament. The fortune teller understood that.
"Even if Alicia was found, she probably stepped on it that inheritance alone would not determine her as a princess.... which is why he could have stolen the documents"
"I see. That document might have said something more conclusive than inheritance."
"But it was twenty years ago. No fortune teller, no paperwork, no skill to look."
"Shall I ask someone to divine it"
Addy flaunts her shoulders and tells her jokes.
In contrast, Patrick shook his head to the side as if he was frightened. I guess I don't even have the strength to hang out with jokes.
Looking at him like that, Addy gave him a thought for a while... and then remembered the story of Mary I once heard.
I was still in the midst of falling in high office. In a game called 'Dralogy' that Mary remembered, she said one picture was painted when Alicia was caught.
A young baby and sneaking up on it......
"... drill"
"What happened to Mary's vertical roll?
Patrick, who was looking through the paperwork, looks up at Addy's words, who were pounded and whined. - It's even more so now that it leads from a word of "drill" to Mary's vertical roll without getting her hair in.
"I've heard it before. I hear the fortune teller was a strong vertical roll no less than the ladies of the past."
"It's no less than that vertical roll, so... But that's hard to find. It takes time."
Even though the vertical roll of Mary is rare, it is difficult to find a place from there.
I may have expectations any time I can spare, but I can't say it's that long in the current situation where the rumors spread from moment to moment. If only I had at least one more hint with my hair...... Addy went on to talk more to Patrick, who squeaks with a sinister look on his face.
"As Patrick would know, there were many hairdressers who once tore into her vertical roll."
"Oh, one of the hairdressers I used to hang out with at our house."
"Those were sad times...... But some of the defeated hairdressers may have stood up and put up vertical rolls."
"Well, Mary's not a vertical roll anymore. If so, it is possible that we are looking for other vertical rolls......!
I perceive what Addy is trying to say, and I have expectations in Patrick's blue eyes.
Some hairdressers, once heartbroken, may rise again, brushing their arms and trying to roll vertically.
But Mary's strong vertical roll is lost. Now a totally loose wave of silver yarn, the alias' Alloy Drill to Kill a Hairdresser 'is both a thing of the past.
Then where does the standing hairdresser's fighting spirit go......
They may be searching for a vertical roll comparable to that of Mary once upon a time and doing a vertical roll breaking without breaking a dojo.
"Some of those who serve the Albert family still interact with the hairdresser who left. If you ask around, you might be able to get some information on the fortune teller."
"Right. … but the question is how do we find out?"
Patrick's expression is sinister, although he got a few clues.
Says that since rumors about Alicia have spread, visitors have constantly chased me around and I can't move. Even taking the paperwork out of the royal palace finally. Though I got time to talk even this morning because it's early in the morning, after breakfast I'm stunned I'm buried with visitors' plans.
Patrick is also refraining from changing generations, and he is caught up with those who try to sell his charm. Of course some of them will believe the rumors and monitor Patrick.
I can't afford to distinguish raw hatred from them, and I can't wait to go out. I don't know where he is. There's no way I can find vertical rolls or anything.
What can I do...... Patrick muttered small.
"I don't know who to speak to now that the whole social community is standing up to get help. Besides, it's all my speculation. Ask for help. If it's a mistake..."
"In the worst case scenario, you could be an accomplice to a fake princess."
"Oh, so I can't rely on it"
Patrick exhales deeply.
I can't rely on anyone, so let's go all by ourselves... you think so, Patrick's expression is sinister and his determination and anxiety are mixed.
Before Patrick like that, Addy flaunted his shoulder.
Speaking of which, he has been able to do everything for a long time and so rarely relied on people...... It reminds me of Patrick as a child who was always flattered with perfection and received praise plainly. He was such a kid, losing his adult face and on the contrary relying on even adults.
The figure is very similar to that of Mary, who had always taken the perfect warrant to draw a line with the others.
Is it clever or clumsy...... That's what I thought, and if Addy accidentally smiled small, Patrick, who was thinking about it, looked up strangely.
"What's up?
"No, I remember a little back in the day...... By the way, Master Patrick, let me tell you something good. At times like this, you can count on older people to help you."
If Addy told him deliberately, Patrick rounded his eyes properly.
Then he whines, "Older you can count on......"
"Is that Lang and Lucien? They have inheritance issues, and they shouldn't be able to move any more than me. Even Roberto does. And I want them to catch a little eye on the surveillance."
"No. You're closer."
"Close... Is that Guidus? Or Miss Margaret or Miss Carina, or the ones who served as student councils together, don't count on me. Who had a faster birthday than me?"
"That's different, too. It's not such a slight difference in years, but more specifically, five years older."
"... five years old?
To Addy's words, which cut the paralysis and become much more specific, Patrick began to seriously think about his blue gaze elsewhere.
Small "I can count on you, five years older..." he mutters, leaning his neck as he groans. "I can't remember such a person," he said with all his body, and at the end of the day he asked if it was a human being.
Wrinkles lean between Addy's eyebrows. I accidentally cut the paralysis and said, "Look, remember quickly! Still, Patrick just thinks about it.
"You'll have older people to rely on!
"Okay, then let's go find that 'dependable five years older' first. Or have them divine."
"What do you do by divining what is in front of you!
Patrick rounded his blue eyes if Addy, who cut the paralysis, complained as he stood up vigorously.
That's when I finally understood the situation, I began to breathe and laugh out all the time and apologize "I'm sorry" with a trembling voice. I can forgive you by placing my hand on Addy's shoulder with a disgruntled expression mixed with flaccidity and obstinacy, and tapping lightly with a pom pom.
"I'm sorry, don't be so angry. I didn't forget about Addy, you can count on more than anyone. Just..."
"Just?"
"I thought you were like a handy little brother."
Patrick tells me with a smile like no more.
The blue eyes are narrowed and the shaped lips draw a soft arc. It looks glittery, and when I say its glare, it is not. It is the supreme laugh of the perfect prince.
If this were the woman of the world, it would have instantly tempered her breasts, and her previous interactions would have vanished from her head in an instant. Rather, even same-sex people might have fallen in love with its Rin, and made what had just happened.
Besides, Addy, who got that smile from the front,
"That smile won't work for me."
and glanced back at Patrick with cold eyes.
Patrick, who had a glittering and glorious smile at that moment, instantly returns his expression, so he's also no less of a cat-bearing professional than Mary.
On the contrary, the beginning and end of the earlier smile prompting me to take a seat "how long have you been standing" in a flat manner like a lie. Addy sighed heavily and sat back in her seat as prompted.
"So shall we make plans for the future? We don't have much time."
"Yes, yes, whatever you say."
If Addy answered dissatisfied, Patrick zeroed his grin when he heard it.
The consolation phrase, "If you calm down, you can luxury even alcohol", which is then pounded on your shoulder again, was not princely, and then what a friendly thing to do.