Fake Cinderella

In this country, stewed dishes seem to dominate dinner.

I wasn't sure yesterday it was stewed fish, and yesterday it was probably stewed pork.

And today it was stewed duck.

Seasoning consists mainly of salt and pepper, combined with some vanilla.

A little vanilla is no good from my taste. The scent is too strong. Then, too salty and too hard for duck meat.

Even though it's oily and feels like a good duck!

(Citrus duck confit, then, duck Nam barbarian is good too. First, cook the duck and leeks on a charcoal fire and eat them with salt dale or something......)

Oh, I want you to let me make it. The duck is ruined.

Compared to daytime confectioners, my arms are out of step.

No, maybe I'm just loud......

But after all, I can't get this amount of vanilla... I'm going to cry a little over the intensity of that scent.

(Let's be more polite. That would soften the meat... even the smell of duck would disappear without having to deceive you with such vanilla...)

Ducks have a unique smell. That tastes good, and there's nothing I can do about it. First things first. People don't like ducks, generally, and this smell doesn't seem to work.

(I don't think the taste of people in this world is different from mine either)

Something you're used to eating, cultural differences, haha. Also, the place to eat, the people and atmosphere you eat with, and… there are many elements that affect your taste, but still 'tasty' things should be 'tasty'.

The basic rule in me is, 'Let the seasonal ingredients be in a simple way that takes advantage of the flavours of the ingredients at the best possible time'.

It's not all the fine ingredients that make 'delicious' and not all the artisan arms.

(Fasting is the best seasoning!

Taking that word like a spell, I decided to eat bread.

White soft bread. Uh, it looks like Heiji's white bread.

It still looks delicious with a muddy freshly baked leftover incense. liked it a lot because it tasted like solid wheat just chewing it.

I really want butter or jam, but that's something called luxury. I put up with bread alone because it was nowhere to be seen.

Eat a fried zade with bread, butter and salt and end your meal with a drink of herbal water.

(Sorry, because eating all this is torture to me...)

As it stands, being a young princess, I don't think I'm allowed to cook on my own, but I dare say it.

(Please, let me make it!! Yeah, you can give up a hundred steps and just let me instruct you)

Then I'm sure I'll have a little more appetite.

At the end of the meal it becomes free time at night.

What I have in my hand is the book Lilia brought me. Historical books of the Kingdom...... Apparently, Altirier liked history, and Lilia brings many books of history.

I would appreciate it because it is the knowledge I need right now.

(... I think Altirier is an amazing girl)

While it's my business, I'm impressed as if I were some other HR.

I don't remember Altirier. But I have the knowledge of Altilier.

Unconsciously using it is, first of all, words.

Even though it's definitely not Japanese, and it's not quite English or French to use, I know.

I can understand.

There was no difficulty at all in reading and writing, and the history books Lilia brings with her are old... even though they are mixed with those worded in ancient languages, I had little problem understanding them.

Nothing. I'm not translating it into Japanese in my head. I have myself thinking properly in the common language of the continent used in Dardinia.

Until a while, I didn't wonder if I knew the language properly, even though I wasn't Japanese.

Then there are all sorts of upbringing that are coming back to life… For example, when I see a ticup, I sometimes think of it as a technique used to make that cup, or as the name of a kiln.

Furthermore, when I hear a place name, it comes to mind that it is a site or characteristic of the land… this is definitely Altirier's knowledge.

I'm not sure exactly because there's no comparison, but isn't Altirier pretty knowledgeable as a twelve-year-old girl?

Above all, what struck me was that Altirier knew the names of all the knights and samurai of his own escort by their full names.

The fact that you know it by its full name means that you know your family lineage and status properly, which is pretty important.

Because that means she knew about each and every one of them.

I don't think that's something I can do.

(Princess Wang, or...)

Even at a young age, Altirier would have felt conscious as the queen of the king's prince.

As soon as I woke up, I didn't know. I find out more and more that a lot of things settle down this way.

(And someday...)

Perhaps I will regain Altirier's memory.

It's a series of confusion with all the relaxing but really unclear things. I can't see anything. I feel like I've been thrown into a state of hand exploration.

But as we spend our time, to Maya, Altirier overlaps.

I feel as if some part of me that was as thin as a daydream is clearly engraved in me, supported by the time I spend each day and the knowledge that floats.

Knowledge must also be part of memory, so perhaps one day I will cease to suspect at all that I am an Altirier.

"For after-dinner tea, we have rob tea"

Rob, tea is refreshing when you drink it.

It tastes like broom tea + oolong tea and always comes out after eating something oily. They wash away the oil. It's like pooaal tea with no pussy.

(thanks)

What did Lilia want with tea? Don't hold back beside her, as usual.

It didn't bother me anything because I'm used to eating alone.

Take a seat to go wash your sticky hands.

I actually have to call a samurai at times like this, but I don't want to because I have to clean up after my dinner, and it's time for them to take turns for dinner, too.

Put your hands on the door.

"... Her Royal Highness refused to face the Duchess?

"Apparently. But of course not."

"Well, yeah. How can I not impose on Her Royal Highness, the Duke?"

I heard a man's voice and accidentally stopped my hand.

Probably someone from the Knight of the Guard. I know the name as soon as I see it in my face, but I'm still not sure if my voice is the only one.

(Is that it? This way, maybe, not the lavatory, the hallway?

Carefully not to open the door, softly returned to the opposite side.

Erlucia and Julia returned as soon as they washed their hands in the washroom and then returned to their seats.

I had finished my tea after the meal, so fold the napkins under my neck and put them on the table.

That's the end of the tea, the signal of. Now that the two of you have started cleaning up, I'm just going to think about what I just said.

The knights of the escort knew that I refused to face the Duchess.

And I took that for granted.

It seemed like their voices were drifting like they were saying it was a good feeling.

(Well, they're Kingsguards... naturally)

Kingsguards are close to royal private soldiers. Not under Kingdom law, but you can think of it as essentially a private soldier.

That's all close to the royal family, and due to the character of the troops, it's only natural that loyalty to the royal family gets worse.

So many people pity the death of Princess Effinia and do not have good feelings for the cause, Mrs. Luciera.

(Too, isn't it...)

Six months after the death of my mother, the princess, as soon as the mourning dawned, the Duke welcomed Luciera to his late wife.

Originally, formal mourning spans three years. Six months is nothing but temporary mourning.

He admitted to temporary mourning if there was a celebration and was allowed to speed up the mourning, but in this case he was just blamed for being too much.

It is true that the marriage of the Four Dukes supporting the kingdom is a celebration, but it was an unlikely celebration without the passing of the princess. It was rumored as if the princess could not wait to die.

(He was killed too soon, so he also heard that it wasn't an assassination...)

In the small theaters and playhouses of Shirai, the events discussed by the public are immediately tailored and shown in plays, but the performances that have tattooed the Duke and Duchess are popular, so much so that in the performances the princess is to have been poisoned by the Duke and Duchess.

Of course, the name has been replaced, and they're becoming Count and Countess, but everyone knows who the model is.

I mean, it was actually because of the birth, but it's not weird if they think so.

The official marriage of the Four Dukes has the permission of the King.

In the marriage of Luciera and the Duke, it was His Majesty the King who made it a condition for granting permission that His Royal Highness the King and I marry and that the Duke waive all rights concerning me.

(The important thing here is that only the Duke's side waives and all my rights regarding the Duke's remain intact)

The Duke swallowed this unconditionally.

The Duke's family loses various rights to the princess's begotten daughter, but more than that, he had reason to formally marry Luciera.

Besides, politically speaking, it was not even a wish for the aristocracy that my daughter would be the Crown Princess. Even if it was a daughter without any rights, the Duke might have had a head that her daughter was a daughter.

My marriage to His Royal Highness Prince Wang was of great benefit to him.

No way, later on, I wouldn't have thought this marriage would be the biggest failure to drive his calculations wild, at this time.

(Sometimes smart people think they do big chombos)

His Majesty the King, on the other hand, is said, in fact, to have had no political judgment at all such as anger. Originally, His Majesty lived independently of politics.

The fateless anger of her brother, who had caused her half-sister to die in an affair, led to the act of sleeping her sister, who had already been married to another house, in a royal temple, and perfectly taking the daughter she had given birth to out of her father's hands.

And His Majesty said that he executed the marriage between me and His Royal Highness Prince Nadir, seven months old, as if to apply it to the Duke.

Normally, in these cases, they stay engaged and become carriers of marriage after they are of some age. But His Majesty took the example of Princess Effinia, and said that such a mistake should never be made again, and sealed the mouth of those who opposed it on account of their age.

It was stipulated that the formal ceremony would take place again after I grew up, but everything else was properly and formally executed.

I mean, my marriage is officially recognized by the state and the church.

(I think the most annoying is His Royal Highness Prince Wang, a party. At 15, the other person is 7 months old. I can't believe...)

His Majesty the King could not forgive what had happened to his beloved sister. So I tried hardly to get Elsevelt involved since, under her own protection, with me she left behind.

His Majesty's excessive generosity towards me is reminiscent of the eight hits against the Duke.

Normally, the Crown Princess did not have a dedicated palace, but purposefully built a new Crown Princess Palace, and furthermore, as a wedding celebration, a city named Al Baisel, which had been cut off by the Lordship as a son for more than 20 years and had long been kept by the Crown, was designated Crown Princess.

The cost of the new building of the palace is, as a rule, borne by the Lady's family as a celebration of marriage, and in fact, the harassment of His Majesty was intense because Al Baysel was a city in which the Duke of Elsevelt, who did not have a large port town, was in mourning to take possession of it, and he purposefully gave it to me.

Moreover, I am thorough about this castle, which I left as soon as I was born, because this is my first visit.

(To think......)

The Duke should have waited at least three more years.

Regardless of my personal feelings about loving my mistress more than my wife in a political marriage, maybe people in this country don't blame me much. Especially those in the aristocratic class.

But there was not much to do with the Duke's princess.

Although not so many people condemned the country's leading aristocratic Duke of Elsevelt face to face, the tragedy of the Last Princess, which was popular with the people, has even spread to other countries, not only in plays, but also in bard songs.

But at this time, the Duke had a reason not to wait.

(Luciera's pregnancy......)

At this time Luciera was pregnant for the fifth time.

The national law of the Kingdom of Dardinia only allows inheritance to children born out of a formal marriage.

Therefore, the five sons of Luciera, born when they were not married, could only be common sons, no matter how cognizant the Duke may be, and no title, nor property, nor land can be inherited.

It is not entirely impossible to retroactively certify an emitter, but in that case it must be assumed that the person who was a commoner was officially married to the woman who gave birth to the commoner at the time of birth.

(The Duke could never do that......)

Because the Duke has been the princess's official fiancée since the birth of the princess.

Thus, I do not know how many human beings were aware of it at this time, but only Altilier was entitled to the inheritance of the Duke of Elzevelt family.

(It's annoying...)

National law only allows inheritance to the emitter. This is absolute and cannot even be overshadowed by His Majesty the King.

For example, if His Majesty the King had a child, but his mother was just a concubine, the child would not inherit the throne.

So the Duke could not make a bastard of a child who was in Luciera's belly. No matter how many bad reviews I had, I really needed to hurry up my marriage... to use the child I was born with as my stepchildren.

(And...)

Luciera gave birth to a boy just before I turned one.

... except that it was stillborn.

Then Luciera repeated her pregnancy several times… but every time the child flowed.

It is well known that it is easier to have an abortion once it has occurred.

Luciella never had a baby after that.

And now, obvious facts in anyone's eyes.

"The Crown Princess of King Altilier is the only son of Elzevelt"

In his marriage to Luciera, the Duke waived all his rights with regard to Altilier, so Altilier is equal to the daughter of the royal family rather than the daughter of Elsevelt.

But the fact that Altirier is the only duke of Elsevelt cannot be changed, which meant so much.

(Luciera is now forty-one years old. I'm not old enough to never have kids, but I guess, I don't think you can)

I've heard it because my friend has a kid who was an obstetric nurse. Abortion is a pain in the ass. Not to mention, forty-one will give birth to an elderly woman. Perhaps, impossible, given the standard of health care here.

So unless the Duke divorces Luciera and welcomes her as his new Queen and Lady, he will not be able to obtain any more progeny other than Artillier.

(His Majesty's return of interest means that he gave birth to an unexpected trump card)

If the Duke does not get the prodigy like this, everything in Elzevelt will belong to Altirier… and hence to the royal family.

The Duke can divide into children who are common sons and distribute their wealth. However, it has finer provisions in national law, and simply put, Sonko… cannot do so without the consent of the next Duke.

Altilier cannot succeed the official Duchess family because he cannot combine the Crown Princess with the Duke of Elsevelt.

He is, however, the presumed heir and, as of now, the agent of the formal heir that Altilier will one day give birth to.

Altirier's second child, unconditionally, becomes the next Duke of Elzevelt from the moment of his birth.

Well, at the heart of it, when I'm twelve, I still want to dream about that.

"Princess, it's time for you to take a bath. Hot water is ready."

I was annoyed by Lilia's voice. I thought a little too much about it. In an extra direction.

I get up like I got it.

Unlike that one, bathing is pretty tough. It's hard for people to prepare it, and it's hard to get in.

I'm ashamed, but I can't let you in alone.

With the girls going in with each other, I'm patient.

(... that? Speaking of which, what's going on with contacting the royal palace or something?

I just had a few doubts, but when I took a bath, I completely forgot it was clean.

... I regretted that a lot later.