Drop!! ～A Tale of the Fragrance Princess～ (WN)

When the feather pen I was asking for was delivered to me, something incredibly nice arrived there with me.

"Very nice note."

Apparently, the woman was distracting me.

Let's thank the lady officer again at a later date for delivering with us what we will always need when we do every favor. I thanked softly in my heart, thinking of a woman who had already left.

But I raised my voice unexpectedly, and one of my maids leaned her neck a little strangely.

"The atmosphere is a little different from what His Majesty has always liked"

"Hehe, is it?

"Yes."

What the samurai says is not a mistake. Rather, this samurai comes to me and says that the sun is still shallow, but it is such a word that she often thinks she is looking at me.

I guess I wondered if the note the woman delivered would be a little more glamorous than my preference for using a lot of simple notes usually.

Nevertheless, the note itself is never too flashy.

It contains a flower watermark painting, which is a beautiful pattern that young women might prefer. Also next to the flower watermark painting are two little birds, a pale blue and a peach. Very cute, calm atmosphere note.

However, still the color flavor is stronger than what I usually use.

I want to use more of what I like if I'm allowed to, but I just tend to choose something that won't be read in depth than I am often in a position to be evil pushed with one thing that I use for how many minutes, and I think this kind of thing is very preferable.

(I can use it as something to send to a friend...)

As I read this letter, I thought.

Because I know someone who would like to use this too but seems to be more helpful with this.

This would suit even what a man sends to a woman.

"Hey, I'm going to Sylvester's."

When I told him my son's name, the samurai said, "Well, I will come and ask you if you are in the room," so I told him that I wanted to go on my own.

When I told her I didn't have to be there because I was walking, she dropped me off.

I visited my son's room with a letter.

Two soldiers were on their turn in front of the room, but after looking at me and saluting, they immediately tried to send a signal inside. But I took control of it. I was going to surprise Sylvester a little.

The soldier also smiled slightly at the mischief he had already been to in the past. It looked familiar with the face.

I slowly opened the door.

Opening the door without sound is what I'm good at.

Someone noticed that the door had opened, even though there was little noise. Though it wasn't Sylvester who's indoors, it was his best friend Vernault.

Vernault sat on the couch, but tried to get up a little surprised, so I put my index finger on my lips and told him no thanks were needed. Vernault told me with his eyes that he had opened his eyes only slightly but gracefully gained them.

And my son, who didn't notice me, was sitting in a square chair with no back and calling for a thin peach letter, by the window a little further from Vernault. My leg is extended and my left hand is grabbing the edge of the chair. The expression was very calm.

That's why I was a little hesitant to speak, but I didn't hesitate to speak because I must have thought I would have done so until dusk if I hadn't.

"Sylvester"

"... Mother!? Did you want it?!?"

He was suddenly surprised by his voice. Sylvester is never a bad kid to feel signs of.

He's a serious sweet kid from Buddhist Way, though I know he also has parents' eyes in it.

Still so relaxed...... I've never shown anything that would have made me think I was a fool, at least in my behavior as Prince Wang.

I know he used to relax in his own room, but I guess the letter in his hand doesn't grab Sylvester's heart that much and let him go.

"Now, if you'll excuse me,"

Vernault, who dated me in my wickedness, left the spot when gracefully graced.

Growing up to be a gorgeous child, similar to the Marquis of Frantheim, makes me think a lot about these days.

"Mother, what happened suddenly?

To Sylvester, who asks as soon as Vernor leaves, I gave him the note I brought.

"I got something nice, so I thought you might want to use it."

Sylvester, who received it from me, blinked him several times and then gave him a slightly troubled look.

"Thank you, Mother"

The look looked more like I was not sure how to react than I was having trouble accepting a note. I have somehow noticed from an early age that Sylvester apparently interacts with someone in a letter, but I have never told Sylvester directly. I've never said that Sylvester is interacting with anyone to me either. And yet if they suddenly hand me a note like they send it to a woman, I guess I'll have trouble answering it.

I don't know if he's an ordinary child, but Sylvester is a king prince who has a position, and he has that consciousness too.

Though I'm not going to put it away any more than I've shown that I know.

"Did your father notice?

"If your father was sensitive to such things, would I have been sweetened so quickly already?

In response to a slight joke about Sylvester, who asked with a troubled expression, Sylvester made the expression more difficult to say.

"I don't know who it is, but I'd love to see you someday."

My son, who was reading the letter with all that expression on his face, probably barely saw the sender of the letter. I always smiled at the ladies who came to the tea party at the castle, but that was always a little too perfect a smile.

Unfortunately, I've never seen or heard of him with that look on his face.

(Explore it, though you might find out)

Still, I'm trying not to do that.

At least you know Vernault who was with you, and even Sylvester tells Vernault... no, is Vernault more of an intermediary?

(Either way, this kid thinks a lot, so I'd like to keep an eye on him.)

Sometimes they may complain about letting Prince Wang act too freely. But as it stands, it would be a one-sided thought of Sylvester in the first place, and if I called him to the Tea Party, even in the name of Prince Wang, he would show up, but he wouldn't do it. I don't know what you're thinking, but I know you're not even thinking about anything.

(Good luck not to regret, though there are many constraints on you)

I can't support "be free" any more than I don't know who they are, and I can only do enough to give away my adorable note.

Still, if I think of the look my son gave me, I can't help but wish him happiness.