The next morning, it's still early.
It was Alicia who slowly came out of the carriage that stopped in front of the mansion.
Normally she jumped out of momentum and hugged Mary with that momentum, she also got herself out of the carriage just as scared as she was this morning. He cares about his surroundings, and when he sees Mary, he comes close with a small run.
What a hectic figure.
But no one can hide their anxiety if, instead of a few more hours, a council in their own capacity is to be held soon. Anxiety and nervousness about the future, the inability to prove one's identity on one's own, the fear that someone suspects, and so on are intertwined.
But Mary blamed her frightened appearance for not caring. There are no pieces of majesty.
"Are you going to look around like that and even spin your neck? Stop the chickens and the pigs."
"... Dear Mary,"
"What? Don't make me cry."
"There is no father or mother, anxious... Master Patrick tells me to relax because I have an idea, but still..."
Anxious, Alicia leans down.
The golden thread hair shining in the light of the sun also looks glossless this morning. Complaining of favor and friendship all over her body, she apparently also shows anxiety and confusion all over her body.
Mary mumbled at Alicia, who could even be described as the opposite, unusual. Addy, who watched Mary interact next to her, laughed in common with her friends, "I knew Master Patrick couldn't hide anything from Alicia either."
"Dear Mary, what can I do..."
"Whatever we do, we're going to be on the council. Nothing starts when you don't believe in yourself. Anyway, whatever you scratch, you're a country girl."
"... well, maybe she's just a country girl, not a princess"
"Please don't hurt me with these words now! What happened to that usual May fly and annoying momentum!
"... May fly and annoying, I'm not a princess vessel, am I?"
"I'm not going crazy anymore! Anyway, the hustling country girl is like a country girl."
"Yes, I'm a busy country girl... so suspected... a princess could be a mistake in the first place..."
"This is depressing! Just one shot!
Petin! and Mary snap Alicia's forehead.
You didn't normally think you'd still be slapped in the current situation, or Alicia rounded out her purple eyes. Hold your forehead with both hands and say, "Master Mary?" and raises the missing voice between them.
Against such Alicia, Mary paid her silver thread hair flutteringly and by hand with clarity. Look at her like a tight stare.
Alicia's eyes have a dark color of anxiety. But seeing it doesn't motivate me to speak gently that it's "okay," or to rub my shoulder, let alone to hug and comfort me.
None of this is really my thing to do. That's Patrick's job.
I am no other Mary Albert.
And now I'm right in front of you...
"You are certainly a country girl. When the chicken rings, it's a morning country clock, a pig poking at people. I don't know if she's really a princess."
"... Dear Mary"
"But remember. Whether you are a princess or not..."
Say it, Mary stops the word once.
Then breathe in slowly.
"This is no different than being my dear best friend."
Yes, I told Alicia, holding her hand softly.
Her purple eyes round and narrow at the same time as she moisturizes. Until earlier, the uneasy look turned into a pitiful crying face, "Dear Mary...!," he called Mary's name with a trembling voice. He opens his arms and slowly leans back.
I guess I'm trying to hold him tight.
Mary, who usually scolds and resists, also accepted an embrace from Alicia just to bitterly laugh that she had no choice but to do so now.
I grumbled in my heart that it was only special today and slapped him on the back with a pom.
"It's a good thing you don't understand when you look pitiful in the council."
"Yes......! Me, I'm fine!
If Mary lets live, Alicia responds forcefully.
Even the tears made the voice feel clear and powerful, and the eyes were still moist, but there was no anxiety or stray until earlier.
The last time I held it so forcefully, I pampered away with that momentum.
"Dear Mary, thank you! I'll do my best!
"It's good to be intent, but don't forget the elegance and majesty. Assuming you're this Mary Albert's best friend, you have to behave accordingly."
"Ha!! Got it!! Me! I'll cut it off and show you!!
"Louder than ever......!
Mary is annoyed by Alicia's excessive mood.
It is unsavory to expose yourself to pity in the Council, but this is depressing even if you are more in the mood than usual.
Earlier best friend remarks also went where, and Mary slapped Alicia's forehead with a petin.
"Dear Mary! Me! I'll do my best! Because I'm Mary's best friend!" He pushes Alicia into the carriage with Addy, who has become more noisy than usual, and orders the porter to leave while he manages to hold her face out of the window.
That's how he saw the carriage go smaller through the Albert family gate, and Mary exhaled. That sigh, utterly uttered, is devastated by couscous and laughter.
It's Addy, of course. If Mary looks up to stare at Giroli, she holds her mouth to hide her laughter but finds out.
"... what, if you have something to say, just say it"
"No, your daughter is finally being honest... I don't even think about it"
"Yes, if you don't think so. Don't ever think about it."
Addy's grin will be stronger if Mary appeals to become infidel. I laugh at the eyes of what I hide from my mouth with my hands, and still don't say whiteness trying to delude me.
Again, Mary stepped on Addy's foot and said, "We're ready too!" and clamped him down.
"Preparation... What?
"What, did you think I was going to just relax in the house and wait for the end of the council?
"I'm not saying relax, but no more..."
There's nothing more I can do, yes Addy answers.
But the fact is, once the Council has begun, there is nothing Mary can do. It is the heavy towns of the country and the heads of each house who are called to the Council. There are no chairs for Mary that are not traces of the Albert family, though.
It's like when Alicia turned out to be a princess in the High Ministry.
I remember that, and Addy breathed no way.
"No way, like your wife then...... assault!?
"Don't worry, I'm just not going to storm. But I won't wait for the end of the council."
I'm going, and Mary's going back to the mansion.
Where the hell are you going?
But even if Addy asks, Mary doesn't answer, and goes inside the mansion, which she knows she will.
"Lady, where are you going? What are you gonna do?
"It's none of my business if you think about whether she's a princess or not.... but"
Mary stops in the middle of the word.
In front of a single room door. Even in the rugged luxurious mansion, especially the luxurious doors, you can see at a glance that this is an important room.
Mary's father, the Albert family owner's room.
Seeing my father wrap up more awe-inspiring outfits than usual, Mary shrugged her little "You're Father Goes". Daimyo, my two brothers were about to drop off my father going to the council.
That's how Mary approached them. "Good morning, Mary," he said, a gentle voice, but his eyes were rounded as if they were aligned with each other when Mary returned to the throne.
Father, you're going to the council.
"Oh, yeah. I don't know what time it's going to be, so I'm going to ask you to come back."
"Please father, Alicia's... be my best friend's ally!
If Mary begged to block the story, her father's eyes would be more round.
Still, Mary stared at her father. As I wish, as I wish. Staring so still for a while, my father's hand slowly rested on Mary's shoulder. I rub my shoulders so my big hands can forgive me.
"Calm down, Mary. The Alberts originally supported Princess Alicia."
"Yes, but that's not all. Not as a princess, no, but as a princess, my dear best friend..."
So my father smiled at Mary, who was all over the place. On the contrary, Lang and Lucien are laughing face-to-face.
Even though Mary herself has not been able to sort out what she is trying to say in her head, don't you think my fathers are guessing what they are trying to say? Speaking of which, Mary wants me to tell you more about what I'm trying to say.
"You want to save your dear best friend, not Princess Alicia."
"Yeah, yeah... yeah"
"Then you go. My best friend helps himself."
That's what I told him, and my father took his pocket watch out of his jacket chest pocket.