Answer Me, My Prince

#54

Dear my friend Cordelia, whose life seems to be at stake.

Yeah, I always said that.

Don't stick with Cecil.

You didn't listen to it to death, and you finally found out about Cecil.

Welcome to my world one step further. This is a very nervous world.

Just now, your friend Juliet came to the store. We have seen a consensus on you after a fierce debate, a brief struggle, and an easy reconciliation.

Cordelia Flora Gray really doesn't listen to meekly.

Yes, this is the conclusion that we put our heads together. And I think your mother Edwina had similar thoughts.

She always told me, 'Cordelia is gentle, but she's so stubborn that she doesn't listen very much.' I'm telling you, since the first time we met, the day you looked at me with your head down.

Back then, to tell you everything from the beginning, Princess Edwina is as smart and quick-witted as you are.

Unlike us who weren't very good at recognizing each other, at the first try, you set me up to be the son of Charles Wellesley and Adelaide.

After that, it was very easy. I showed you the bracelet and explained the whole story about you sending me. Your mother understood me, not to mention long.

"He came to Windsorton."

"Yes."

"And sent you here."

"Yes."

"He saved your life."

"Yes."

"My daughter didn't end up in love with someone who could only say yes, did she?"

"Yes?"

"Right. Only 'yes' was right."

You look so much like a smiling face after saying that. While I was unable to say anything after succumbing to the charm, your mother immediately got to the point.

"So he's still there."

"Yes"

I said and added quickly.

"I will remain there with my sister Cecil, and I will not have the bracelet because she gave it to me."

"You've been going back seven years, and you'll need that many years to get back to me."

"Yes."

And I opened my mouth again.

"...if there's not one more bracelet left in the cabin or somewhere else."

Princess Edwina, who was sitting still, asked me.

"Where am I in those letters?"

"What?"

"Here we go again. Say something other than "yes." In those letters, where am I? While Cordelia is writing to you in my bookcase, what am I doing what am I doing?”

"That's..."

"Is he dead?"

"Princess Edwina..."

"Hurry up and say it. You'd better say it right.”

I didn't know what to say first. After a long stutter, I finally told you what I heard. Everything about her disappearance, her being sent to boarding school, her sponsorship.

After hearing all my stories, Princess Edwina jumped up and left without answering. I was wondering if I had made a mistake, but suddenly the door opened with a bang again. He was full of spirit in every move. On his right hand, when he returned, there was a bookstore. And on my left hand, I had a bracelet.

Princess Edwina said,

"You stay here. And hold out for seven years. In the meantime, take care of her."

“......”

I don't even know what that means, so I had a stupid look on my face, and he messed up my hair like a child's old man.

"If you look like Charles Wellesley, you'll have a good adaptation. She would have been a celebrity if she had lived here."

"I didn't hear that you looked like your father."

"You look like him. It's better not to know anything else."

"Didn't you say you had to look like him to adapt?”

"It's good to have a hard time because you don't get used to it. It's a trick on my golden daughter.”

Needless to say, he threatened me with a fierce look.

"If you do something useless, I'll kill you. Do it right."

She was like my sister at that time. Maybe Cecil is the blood of Princess Edwina.

We talked about that, but things didn't go so fast. My wound lasted a long time, and it took me a long time to lie in the garage.

Princess Edwina, who comes to me only once in a while, as if feeding a captive animal, explained a number of things step by step. One day, I asked this question foolishly.

"How did Florian end up in Windsorton?"

"Arch Albert. Are you the son of Adelaide and Charles Wellesley? There's a bracelet on your hand. You gave him that bracelet. Cordelia got your bracelet and went there."

"Why the hell?"

"He must have gone to save you. Because you said you'd write me a letter but you couldn't.”

"Yes, Princess Edwina."

"Just call me Ann."

"Anne, why don't I not give you the bracelet?”

"Yeah, so you're going to die there. No, it doesn't make sense in the first place. Cordelia won't be able to go there unless you give her the bracelet, and you won't be here if she doesn't. Do you think that makes sense?”

"You mean, uh, uh... "

"Your daughter chose a stupid man.”

I had a strange sense of deja vu. Even though I broke up with Cecil, I didn't feel lonely anymore because I felt like Cecil was next to me. I thought it would be better to be a little lonely.

But Cordelia, your mother was different from Cecil, and she was quite friendly. After he said that, he added it in a calm voice.

"Argh, everything is new when everything happens. The world changes completely by changing one thing. I don't want to take that risk. I just want to proceed with your story. At least there my daughter lives happily until she's 22.

Only then did I come up with one.

Princess Edwina has done it several times before.

When I was in Roitlingen with Prince Liner, I tried to revive 26 people, but I killed more. You've turned it twice to spin it again.

Fortunately, I wasn't stupid enough to bring it up again. But he wasn't smart enough to figure it out and figure out what to do.

So I just asked.

"What should I do, then?"

Then your mother said,

"I like your guy. I think you'll be good at one thing.”

"You saw it right away. He's an educated man."

And your mother said,

"My daughter doesn't have it. He doesn't do anything he's told to do. I never hear a word at once telling me to clean my room. Sometimes they grind their teeth and don't listen to me. Whenever I hear about him, I think I had a baby 10 years ago because I wanted to clean the room.”

So I've heard enough of your gossip.

And then we looked at all the spaces he had built.

I showed you my house, and I showed you around a store that deals with old books and antiques when you were young.

At first, I thought it was just a nice introduction, but I quickly realized how meticulous the introduction was.

"Are you going to leave?"

"Why would I ask you to stay here?”

That's what he said and continued to explain.

So I saw the space where Princess Edwina raised you. I saw a picture of Tilbert between the old books. The medieval vegetarian versions, framed and decorated, were all from the monastery of Lete. The random stuff on the floor was Vader's, and some of the things on the table were plainly written as Windsorton.

"These are..."

"They were ripped off by Vader.”

I could see the book behind Princess Edwina, who said so and smiled. Yes, that book. Cordelia, the princess and the knight who were always in your mother's shop.

"I was going to sell it at a bargain price, but I thought I'd like it to be tied to a book, so I sold it and bought a shop. And I'm raising Coco with that money."

It was a strange place.

The only thing I can see from Windsorton, the only thing I can see is the new, the antiques, the Coco, between them, your traces were visible.

You must have been here all the time on your way back from school.

You must have read a book because you were buried in a pile of books late at night.

Next to my mom, who was dusting and organizing things, she would have followed me in a cute way even though she didn't listen to me a lot.

How did Princess Edwin feel about leaving you behind?

There was no way for me to know. However, what I remember is that his movements were really fast.

I sold my original store.

He gave me all the money.

I even gave him a locker that was more important than money.

"It's okay to rip off some stuff from my cousin, Vader. If you have the gift to do that.”

"I'm kind of good at eating Veder."

"Now it's a little trustworthy."

We laughed at eye contact for the first time.

He laughed, he drank, he sighed at the table, he told some of the busy stories, and then he pressed his eyes hard. As I know, and as you know, Lady Josephine said.

But I wasn't in a position to sympathize with Edwin or Princess, and there was nothing I could do to solve. I just think the best way is to listen and follow what he says.

I was the one who raised you alone after coming to the place where I saw you for the first time in my life.

She was the princess who was in charge of 51 meals at Roitlingen.

A woman who completely changed the fate of a man.

In rare cases, he died once in the clutches of time and was revived.

Above all, she was your mother I couldn't believe. Therefore, it was definitely worth believing and following his words.

On the last day, Princess Edwina took me to the Potobello. I stood in front of an antique shop on a green sign and said,

"I thought Cordelia would like it. I wanted to move here, do business for a long time, and pass it on to him."

Something moved up. When I tried to grab Princess Edwina's shoulder, as if I were taking my mother away from you, I heard a sweet voice again.

"Well, it's not fun if things always go according to plan."

I didn't think it would be the same for me to say that. So I couldn't let your mother go happily until the end. This is the man, and he shook his head to me, asking me to stay and do it.

I barely remembered what you said. Your mother has been sick for a long time. The fact that the late Prince Rainer passed away early.

While I was still, Princess Edwina opened her mouth.

"It's not a good habit to make a girl's choice."

"but"

"I think I liked you better when you said 'yes'.”

"You didn't say that back then, did you?"

"Shut your mouth and just say 'yes.”

The smiley face looked so much like you that I couldn't help but nod my head.

He stood in front of the green sign for a long time.

And casually, he said goodbye to me, as if he was going to buy me a cup of coffee, and then he disappeared.

There wasn't much he asked me to do.

It wasn't very difficult for me to repeat everything that had been done in your letter. The letter I asked you to send to the boarding school was only ten. It was not written in the letter that I continued to write the next letter.

I nagged as much as I could as I could as I could pretend to be a princess Edwina, because I didn't know what the letter was about. But the letter got longer and longer, and there were useless things in it. While you were worried that maybe you'd notice this time, the day finally came, and your reply came as fierce as the axe blade. The day I sent Daddy Long Legs with the last letter, it made me feel very strange.

The book you sent me, now I'm giving it to you.

You're the only one I can laugh at while talking about this story, but it was still a long way from meeting you.

And that day finally came.

I sent you the manuscript, and I waited for you every Wednesday at seven. When the bell rings under the green sign, my Cordelia with molasses hair and green eyes come in and ask me with an awkward face.

"I'm here because author Anne Celine sent me here."

If you say that, I'll approach you.

"Cordelia Gray."

You speak hesitantly.

"Uh, uh, yeah? I'm Cordelia Grey, but, um, I mean."

"How did I know? I heard a lady with a red hair and a pretty face was coming."

It was not long before you came.

Taller than I've seen a few years ago, a little gaunt, but still round, little cheeky, Cordelia Grey, you.

You look at me and laugh at me when you get the locker.

Write your name in front of me in poor handwriting.

Yes, that's all for my seven years.

I've been waiting for that day.

I waited for today again from that day.

And I can show you this today.

The letter from your mother.

I just asked if I could give it to you from the beginning.

I don't want to give it to you when you're young, but if you're 22 years old, you can give it to me anytime.

But your mother told me with a fierce face.

"No, he's really not listening. She's the one who never opens it, never opens it. Give it to me after everything is done. Okay? Are you a good boy?”

I, always the guardian of secrets hidden by wise women, lived with your mother's letter in my arms. Waiting for today to come and show you.

Yes, this is my humble story and your mother's great story.

But one thing your mother overlooked is that Charles Wellesley's son is a born thief and a sneak peeker. Yes, Cordelia. I've already peeped at the letter a long time ago. So don't be too sad about being ripped and now you read my mother's letter.

My Sherlock lady, you'll find out. What we're going to do.

Come to me with a bracelet. I am Charles Wellesley's son, so I can adapt to your world as much as I want.

If you miss that place, let's go there sometimes.

If that's not enough, send a letter to Vader.

My love, if you read his long letter, you will forget about going back to the world.

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Dear my love readers.

At the end of a hard Monday, I'd like to thank everyone who read this much.

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