At the hands of Madam Fourier and the others, Alicia, completely decorated for the ceremony, was on her way to the Great Hall where the ceremony would take place.
Beautifully braided with lustrous hair and a thin-water dress close to white on supple limbs, Alicia is beautiful enough to be likened to the moon's finest appearance in the gaga tale. Despite this, the princess had bent her mouth to the letter to, out of weariness decorated her whole body.
Previously, she had spilled to Anni, the samurai, "Nothing. If Anni and Martha could help me, I could change my own clothes."
Alicia herself likes the Fourier of the Fair and Firm, although she is a woman lacking in facial expression change, also known as the Iron Mask. Nevertheless, posture and behavior along with dressing. That's because of the woman chief who already sours her mouth and coaches her, she gets tired every time she finishes dressing.
But Anni laughed, "You can't take away the woman chief's life," she said.
"That one, Master Alicia. I've been dreaming and trying my best to make a princess worthy of the Highland royal family. Sometimes you take pleasure in having your dreams come true. I feel so sorry for you."
That's why Alicia is literally giving herself up to this chief of state, even though she's a little cramped. Though tired, in fact, she was thankful for all the guidance she gave her because there was so much to teach about how to behave in public affairs.
The chief said that when the knight arrived in front of the main door that consolidated the sides of both of them, he reiterated once again from the top of the princess's head to the tip of her feet.
"Your hair... you're not flaking. Hit your jaw, stretch your spine more, yes. Elegantly to your fingertips." Dear Alicia, you are the focus of attention. "
"Yes, yes, if you know what I mean. Make yourself aware that it is a mirror that mirrors the culture, the history and the mirror of Heilland. Right?"
"If only you knew."
If you recite the cliché of Fourier, the chief woman nodded very seriously. For her, who lacks a change of expression, she grins satisfactorily. Finally, after cleaning the hem of the dress, Fourier sent a signal to the two knights one by the door.
Tighten your chest. as a blue rose in Heirland.
A knight opens the door in front of Alicia, who tightened her mind. In that way, she set foot in the magnificent hall to welcome the guests who had visited the castle.
It should also have been that the chief woman was particularly uptight.
Today, the celebration of the birth of James, King of Heerland and father of Alicia, opens here at Egdiel Castle.
This castle, which is usually visited by civilian knights, is also invited today by the nobles of the country, the royalties of the nations and the main nobles, to glorify the castle. Especially the dresses of the ladies were extremely graceful, and I was just excited to see even Alicia (who is angry at the chief woman this way) who doesn't pay much attention to the outfit.
Well, Alicia was dealing with the guests coming one after the other next to King James. Duchy of Worgs, Kingdom of Leans, Kingdom of Alstre, Etosetra. Etosetra. It was Alicia with a lot of royal pictures from different countries in her head compared to back in the day, but it's just going to flake her head to deal with this many people.
Nevertheless, with him is King James, known for his rich tea eyesight.
"King Worgs doesn't like ghosts because of his strength."
"Leans sheep are good. Anyway, it sounds good."
"At Alstre's, the king gave the queen a glimpse. He delivered a song of love and dictated it. It's not romance."
With the odd impression Alicia could remember most of them without mistake because it was something that people would instantly ear this information off for a moment. The naughty thing about King James like this hasn't been completely involved in the last six years.
In the meantime, a minor blurring occurred in the hall.
"Oh. Have you arrived?"
King James, with his face toward the main door, can gladly flaunt his round face. When Alicia looked at you when she was caught sight of a group of men and women coming this way.
A fine man of disappointing stature is Jeremy Crown, foreign minister of Aaldar. But it wasn't Mr. Crown who caught people's attention. Escorted by him to walk gracefully, Beatrice Crown.
The lady, whose beauty still fails to fade even though it will arrive in the middle of fifty, is in fact the younger sister of the former king of Aardhar. I mean, if I make King James, he's the one who hits my aunt.
Her visit has more political significance than her husband, who serves as Foreign Minister. Because it was Beatrice who cared about Elizabeth, now king of Aardhar, and spoke to the king to give him the right to inherit the throne.
Elizabeth, an absolute powerhouse, takes a glance, and there is only one person within Aaldar, someone with full confidence. Getting to that beatrix is nothing more than a sign that Elizabeth regards her connection to that country as important.
By the way, when it comes to Elizabeth herself, she seldom takes a trip from Aardhar to another country. She herself is busy for one reason, but the biggest factor is that Aardar's national power is as overwhelming as the rest of the country.
To Crown and his wife, who entered before the king as people watched, King James expressed his welcome with his face down.
"Auntie. I'm relieved you look well."
"Hiccup, Your Majesty. Thank you for inviting us."
"Please don't. My mother will piss me off later if she does that to me."
To King James, who let his neck shrug, Beatrice laughed back like a prank. As she grew older and Alicia was in love with her showing pity like a girl, her eyes were directed towards the princess.
"Well, Master Alicia. Become more and more beautiful. It's like Master Lisbeth is back."
"It's a hiccup, Master Beatrice. Thank you very much for taking the time to Egdiel."
"I have a sister in Heilland, and I have a dear nephew and his daughter. It's been a while, and I'm excited to be here."
Answering, Beatrice smiled meaningfully. When Alicia was bewildered, Beatrice asked innocently, returning her gaze to King James, "That's right."
"Is my sister coming? I'd like to say hello."
"Of course it is. My mother was looking forward to seeing her aunt."
When the king called Nigel Otto, who had immediately refrained behind him, he offered to lead Mr. and Mrs. Crown to the Predecessor and his wife.
"So long, Your Majesty. … Dear Alicia, we'll talk later."
One last time she turned her inclusive smile to Alicia before Mrs. Crown followed her after the aide. The beautiful grin somehow distracted the princess.