Answer Me, My Prince

#41.

While we, who did not know grace, were squeezing our belly instead of worrying about the sick prince, he seemed to worry only about us in his bed.

Grandma Hilda was an angel that the prince sent us.

After Hilda came, the amount of food people bring to Roitling has increased.

Hilda is not as rich as the Prince, but sometimes she throws some potatoes to us, and she volunteers to serve the princess on behalf of others throughout the meal to make it easier for us to play our roles.

Of course, Hilda's serving princess was sometimes me, sometimes Remy, sometimes René.

It was more than two months ago that Prince Liner visited us again, who was living in such poverty but didn't starve. I guess you've been sick a lot, but your face, which was filled like a boy, has faded and became comfortable, and it has revealed a quite manly line. But the whining habit still lingered two months ago.

"Didn't you miss me, Edwina? How come you never come back?"

As if it was the first time she came, she gently opened the door, put her head out, and called me "Edwina," and she greeted me quietly like a wooden stone.

"Yes, Liner. I can visit the hospital as much as I want because I can move freely anywhere. But I was just there."

Even with such sarcasm, the experienced Liner answers with a smile.

"That's right, that's right. You're supposed to stay here. It's a pity.”

Maybe by then, the princess missed Prince Liner without realizing it? On that day, he made a quarrel as if he was mean.

"What's wrong with your tone?"

"Uh, huh?"

"How did a 17-year-old boy get that way? ”

"Edwina, is my Winderton strange? I thought I was pretty good."

"It's not the Winserton language, it's the same way you talk, isn't it?”

"Well, it's because Grandma Hilda taught me. Didn't I learn pretty well? It's Edwina, it's better."

"You're going to put your head in again, aren't you?"

"Uh, huh?"

"I'll compliment you. You're trying to push your head and act like a dog. Go away. It's gross."

Neither of you can imagine how fun it was to see Princess Edwina pushing back the liner Prince, who pretended to push her head in and pat her. No matter what the princess says, the image of Prince Liner, who never gets discouraged, is so cute.

"That's gross, Edwina. Speaking of which, would you like to compliment me?"

"That's enough. Go away."

"Uh-huh, don't do that."

He was now accustomed to the princess's retort, who smiled insincerely. I couldn't seem so good about it. He has a weak body and a funny way of speaking, but I thought he was a very solid person.

Yes, I think it was that day that I realized the truth about his princess. No matter what my princess said, I felt something deep inside my heart that was slowly pushing me in. Furthermore, to dig into the story of that tone, I really didn't think it was normal love.

At that time, everything, whether it was magic, learning, or mercenary, was flowing around the empire.

And all the children of the leading family in Windsorton, before they could learn the language properly, started learning the text of Roitlingen. My princess also learned it since she was a child, so she spoke as fluently as an Imperial person.

So if you hadn't spoken to him in Winderton at first, 'Edwina, are you there?' we would have greeted him with a lot of casual Roitling Engines.

Yes, that's right. I'm sure it did.

The first days of our lives would have gone like that before our 17 lives were repeated.

That's what he said.

"I mean. I made a mistake once and passed it until I was ten."

"You've turned the clock to that time?”

"Yeah, smart Edwina. It's a perfect understanding and pretty! Do you want to hear how cute I was when I was ten? You didn't hit me at that time, but my mouth was so crooked."

"That's enough. Just say what you're saying."

"Oh, I mean, that's when my mother died and my nanny was about to come back. So I chose Hilda instead of the mean girls. She knew how to speak Winderton."

"So did you learn Winderton from your grandmother?"

"Well, I couldn't tell you, but I don't know how hard it was."

"Why did you learn to struggle?”

"That's him, that's him. Edwin, you're an idiot who can't even speak Winderton. But, Edwina, is Grandma Hilda's Winderton strange?”

It wasn't strange. It was an old dialect used by Southern grandmothers, but it was the pronunciation of the prince and his grammar was almost perfect.

The question was how strange it was when it combined with the beautiful face and beauty of Prince Liner. We shook our heads quickly. Then the prince smiled brightly like a child.

"It took me a long time to learn Winderton because I'm so smart. But I'm glad you complimented me."

Then, Princess Edwina became angry like the owner when her dog was cursed.

"Who says you're a bad brainer?"

"I'm not good at reading. Of course my father hates me because I can't handle swords and arrows, and I can't read well. So when you open the bookshelf, you can't read it step by step because it's stuck in your eyes all at once you can't read it. A child who only reads books like you can't understand me, can't you?

"You, then, how did you memorize the time and magic? Winserton language?

"That's right, Hilda always speaks Winderton, so I learned by imitating her. It's magic. You'll find out if you just walk around, right?”

We were all open-mouthed. I don't know if I should call it inadequate, or if I should I say that?

"You're so annoying. Go away."

..Princess Edwina was the one who defined it as clearly as ever.

"Huh?"

"Listen, Liner. You're too smart. Not everyone tries to turn the clock around, not change the space. You're too smart.That's why your brother hits you like that."

"What about my father? My father likes smart people."

"You don't know how smart you are because you don't have enough father.”

"Princess Edwina!"

She didn't even blink an eye when she screamed like that, looking for my ears to hear. Prince Liner is laughing out loud because he likes the sound of cursing at my beauty.

"Yes, Edwina. Am I that smart?”

And when Prince Liner puts his head in like a man who wants to be praised, Princess Edwina steps back and says.

"It seems stupid to think that we haven't known what's important and that we haven't been starving ourselves for 1,700 days. I've turned my time around 17 times and I've learned to win."

"Don't do that, say you're smart. Hmm?"

"Yeah, you idiot. You're smart, so don't try to turn the clock anymore. How old did you live then?”

"I don't know."

"Don't you think you're such a coward, you're living long enough?"

"I don't know that either."

Princess Edwina sighed and asked in response.

"Rainer, ask me one question. Do you remember living 17 times? From the beginning until now? “

"Well, so I know you like white grapes, I don't want to read articles, and I don't remember what I liked because I showed you a long story book.”

"Well, Liner. Promise me."

"What?"

"I don't want to lose my memory now. So don't turn back time again."

When my princess said so in a serious tone, Prince Rainer smiled and pointed at me.

"I'm Edwina, you and he probably remember everything. Anyone who finds out that I'm turning the clock once will be reminded of the old days, no matter what I turn it around or how I turn it."

I mean, if Prince Liner takes the time to go forward, then neither will Edwin or Princess Edwin, and I will know all about it. After a long time, I understood it, but the astute Princess Edwina shut up for a moment and chewed it up, and then she answered:

"Then don't turn it anymore. I don't like that. I don't want two memories to confuse me. I just want to live my life.”

"Yeah, I won't turn it around. Don't turn it around. Can I save you?"

Prince Liner nodded without a second of delay. Princess Edwina kicked her tongue again, as if she were the one who was in charge of an incurable troublemaker.

"To save me. Take care of yourself. Don't get sick. “

"Yeah, it's Edwina. I'll save a hundred years as long as you worry?”

"Live it down and let it down."

"When did I say that?”

Prince Liner smiled innocently, leaving behind a bundle on his back. There were so many egg potatoes in it that they wouldn't starve to death even if they didn't come a month or two.

a review of one's

Dear readers.

The next person I hate after Vader is Mrs. Josephine, who is rather talkative.

Black. Please don't hate Mrs. Josephine so much and read the next episode!

The next episode is more interesting than this one. (Maybe not, but let's argue for now. I shouldn't have brought three...)