Egdiel, a beautiful castle city with red and orange roofs. At the heart of it is Egdiel Castle, a castle of beauty that can never be seen out of date, even as it drifts its style as an ancient castle.
Once a military stronghold, now the residence of the king, the girl pushes forward with her radiant blue hair through the corner of the castle, which serves as the political and cultural centre of Heilland.
"I'm coming, Clovis! I'll gather information on the North today!
"Yes, Princess."
Bravely ahead of the line is Princess Alicia Chester, the poor princess of Heilland. The polite watchdog then follows best is Clovis Cromwell, assistant princess to the young man of brunette beauty.
If anyone doesn't know what's going on, it doesn't even look like a ten-year-old selfish girl walking around the castle with her squire around, but it isn't.
In favor of the princess, the subordinates, exclusively boned by her adorability, watch this sight, regarded as quick as possible. That is, sewing between schedules inscribed on a minute by minute basis and Alicia storming the library with an aide is not what started today.
Thus, Nigel Otto, the king's leading aide and the kingdom's best civilian who could catch wide eyes with politics, military and diplomacy as the king's right-hand man, also saw the princess and her men walking away snuggly on their backs, pushing up silver-edged glasses.
"What is it, Nigel? With glasses and all that, you mean image change? It suits you, but that kind of appeal should come in front of your wife."
"Play, my lord. I think of His Majesty as the one who gave this to me."
Instead of greeting him, he kicked the joke King James had sent, and then Nigel shoved up his new glasses. Its mouth sighs heavily.
"I feel so old these days. It's hard to see fine writing, breathing up the stairs, drinking a lot of booze is tough."
"That's why I mainly did glasses. I have trouble relying on my right arm to misread the paperwork and show my ability to do so. I used to say whipping an old body."
"I'm afraid, Your Majesty. I'm just saying too much. If I am old, Your Majesty is old enough."
Nigel clearly disputed to the king, laughing from beyond the stacked documents. More than forty years ago, the call to old age is disgraceful.
Nevertheless, it may be time to think about your own successor. Of course, I intend to remain in office while the king asks me, because one day it suddenly snaps, and there can be no such thing as impossible.
Fortunately, if you're a member of the auxiliary now, it's impeccable who's at the top. And he remembered the sight he had seen by the time he came to the clerk's office, where he described the faces of his men in turn.
"By the way, Your Majesty. On your way here, I have seen Alicia. I know you went to the library with Cromwell."
"Ho. There's a sperm."
If you observe to ask over your glasses, the king will only smile. To that unscrupulous response, Nigel let him take another step thoughtfully.
"The princess has been here recently. In particular, after returning from a recent visit to the castle, we are keen to gather information on the country. Didn't they tell you something?
"Hmm. What happened?"
She stares at the ceiling in a pungent manner, but her little almond-colored eyes are glittering and pleasant. I knew that I was worried about revealing my pleasant secret.
A few minutes after the king's right arm patiently waited, the king finally struck his hand with a pong.
"Yes, yes. Shea offered to run for the next throne."
"........................ what?
With his mouth open, all this time, Nigel exposed his totally defenseless face to the king. It's been more than a decade since the king took office and served on his side as the lead aide. The resistance to the master, who once in a while utters something abrupt, should have been on for a long time.
"Ha, uh, when is that?
"Mm-hmm. That was for an inspection under the castle, that night."
Hmm, I see. Nodding several times, Nigel digested himself with plenty of chewing the king's words, and then - - he didn't fit the warm, intelligent gentleman's sober appearance and opened his blue eyes with excitement.
"That's an important story, on fire! promptly! How many times do I have to tell you that I want you to tell me!?
"Ooh. Nigel, your Lord, who was completely vegetarian, is also a whisker."
"Whose fault is it!? Or it's already a good year for me, so don't get me too excited!
Whiz - breathed on his shoulder, and Niesel was ashamed of the absurdity of her voice. When I was younger, I used to tell mischievous and teachy lords that I couldn't get dressed in these teeth, but I also had many younger men.
Nothing more far-fetched now. After laughing almost, the king looked at the aide with the joy of the mischief's success in his eyes.
"The Lord would also have known that I wanted Shea to be the next king. What a name you gave me from the other side. I guess that's all."
"So, what did Your Majesty say to you?
While he regained his sobriety, Nigel put an important question to his mouth.