Fake Cinderella

The Wong Tai Womb occupies the western corner of the Royal Palace. Therefore, the Wong Tai's womb is called the West Palace, and that is also the synonym of the Wong Tai's Prince.

When it comes to the West Palace or the West Palace, we offer His Royal Highness the King.

As a matter of course, the Palace of the Princess Wang is on the west side as well, as it borders the Palace of the Princess Wang. The building is relatively new because it's a corner built for me, and the interiors are modern.

Unlike other palaces, which also seem overdecorated, the simple modern interiors with their curves gracefully distributed are neat.

Because the Lord is a young girl, it is characterized by a bright overall impression, full of floral patterns and beautiful colors with light tones.

Wang Tai's womb is less decorative, similar to mine. We're using old Unified Empire buildings here, so we should be taking out a lot of decorations. Apparently, Your Highness prefers simplicity.

Practical aesthetically valued dishes are well polished and glow candy, while interiors based on different shades of blue give a sense of elegance.

(It suits you, but I feel cold about something...)

It's a cloudy sky outside where it's going to snow, but there's a craving for tea on the table and the hot air is rising from the cup. The fire in the fireplace also warms the room.

Yet why, it feels so cold......

I wonder if it's because it's all cold like curtains and carpets... some more, I wish I could mix soft colors, oh my god, thoughts flow in a direction that doesn't matter.

'Cause I'm scared.

The truth is, I know that the cause of this cold is His Royal Highness the King in front of me!

I want you to let me escape from reality for a little while. Oh, my God, you're in a frog state before a snake.

Teetime, abducted from the greeting seat, was in an unusual silence.

It's really quiet. When the samurai changes the tea for me, it only makes about the sound of small clothes slipping and the sound of pouring tea.

It feels like you're keeping this quiet by lurking your breath in the palace, including everyone who's not here.

Of course, you can't even open your mouth from me... and I don't know what to say in the first place.

His Royal Highness Prince Wang in front of him seems to be immersed in his own thoughts if he has come to abduct him, looking out the window and pushing him silently.

Therefore, both sides were silent, just drinking tea.

... This is the third cup I've had.

It is, of course, not the maid with me, but the maid with His Royal Highness Prince Wang who made me tea.

The uniform of the royal palace samurai is white apron on the matching black maid dress. I can tell where it belongs by its cuffs and headdress design. Even so, if you don't look closely, you won't know the difference, so you can't tell if you're familiar with it.

The samurai with His Royal Highness Prince Wang doesn't care at all about the unusual silence. Maybe he's used to it.

I feel uncomfortable just now.

This may be better than a sermon.

It's hard to keep quiet all the time.

When I work on the same shift as someone I don't know very well, I can't stand the silence and chat for nothing... so I've said extra things and failed, but it feels amazing when that happens.

"... ah"

I noticed with my mouth full of new tea. The tea leaves had changed just now.

This, the quality is completely different from the first.

Amber with a strong redness… the fragrance spreads fluffiness and freshness when it is included in the mouth.

It's Saggia's first pick.

His Highness opens his mouth.

Surprisingly, it was a quiet voice.

"... saggiah?

"It's one of my territories"

Apparently, it means the first flash taken in an area called Saggia. Similar to Darjeeling, it is not creepy and easy to drink.

"... you stopped milking"

His Royal Highness Najer asked without asking.

"Yes."

I snort.

Before, usually tea with plenty of milk and two spoons of sugar. Alternatively, it was simmered in plenty of milk and honeyed.

But my taste right now is straight. I think such a good leaf would be a shame to have to enjoy the flavor as it is!

(If it was such a fragrant leaf, it would be delicious if I used it for pound cake...... oh, cookies are good too)

Silently, His Royal Highness Prince Wang's maid puts a freshly baked pie in front of me.

I was happy with the sound of the fork when I was there and was a little disappointed when I put it in my mouth. Apple pie, but the apple boiled with honey is a bit of a failure.

... I wish I could put cinnamon in it. And over boiled. The fruit is drooling. Let's leave it a little shaped rather than boil it in puree form. And the color is discolored because I can't get lemon.

Sorry...... fine. But I'm so sorry to hear about the royal palace confectioners, even though they're professionals on the pro.

If the pros were getting paid to this extent, they'd be pissed!... A pro is a pro because it provides a technique that a neighbor's wife can't do, a flavor she can't do.

My rating for this apple pie is 50 points.

Apparently, celebrities like Elsevelt's castle confectioners aren't what they are.

(Well, even if you say that, I don't know if it works professionally here either...)

Probably pretty good for my knowledge as a confectioner. Because the amount of information we have been dealing with is different, and there are strengths that we are learning from in a systematic way.

Not that I'm not even confident in my arms, and I'm pretty confident in my tongue.

But when it comes to whether I can make it the same way as the other one...... I find it quite difficult.

Why, the decisive difference...... cookware.

For example, there is no oven over here that can be baked unevenly for 15 minutes at 180 degrees like that. Because it feels like I heard the story, basically, it's a direct fire.

They have stoves and ovens, but because firewood and charcoal are fuels... it would take a lot of training to make them decent for me to use.

So chiffons and sponge cakes would be difficult overnight. How far can even tarts be cooked......

Nevertheless, nothing can be done at all.

(Hmm, if I could make it over here, I'd be like hot cakes and doughnuts... and cookies and biscuits...)

It doesn't require so much delicate temperature control...... or treats that even this appliance seems to manage. I may not be able to do it at first, but as long as I grab the fire and subtraction from this oven, I think I can handle it.

(Oh...... pudding or something could be pretty fine. And then, can we go because chocolate is hot... is there anything to gauge the temperature?... wait, wait, maybe the chocolate itself doesn't exist...)

Come here, I didn't eat chocolate, speaking of which.

I was a little stunned.

Chocolate, even though I like it.

... Cranky, I always liked it enough to have one in my bag.

Chocolate, of course, is among the various treats made for me by the artisans of the castle in Elzevelt. There was no chocolate or chocolate flavor.

(For example, even if it was a tremendous valuable item, I still don't have any chocolate because I'm not going to be able to speak of it as Princess Wang)

When I concluded that, something really made me feel like I had come to another world.

I'm a little aware of myself in chocolate, though.

... Let's get back on our minds.

(Cooking, sounds good, doesn't it? Curry and Oden are going to be delightful... and stews. I want to teach you how to make demiglass sauce or something)

It's also because of a little confidence in the juice in the meantime, but the food seems more or less manageable even on a direct fire. I don't mean to cook any kaiseki dishes, if it's stewed or soup or anything, it's okay if you don't even get out of hand.

I can probably figure out how to take the basic bouillon or if I crack a dashi with a wig or kelp.

"... it wasn't in your mouth?

I was asked and wondered if it was okay for me to snort "yes" as it was.

So if the craftsman is punished, I will have trouble.

But it seems that the hesitation has become an adequate answer.

"Let's refine it"

I'm sorry, sweetmaker here.

Good luck studying.

(Is that...?

I noticed something strange.

From now on, I can be normal without being afraid of His Highness in front of me. I don't feel that grumpy fear. Although I wasn't very comfortable because I was silent all the time.

"Something?

I shook my head sideways as I sifted.

The vertical roll the samurai made me beautifully rocks. I'm twin tailing a couple of small vertical rolls today and fastening them with a dress and a ribbon that's in common cloth. Lovely how the rolls fluff.

"As far as I can remember, it's almost the first time you've looked at me from yourself."

………………………

I don't know what to say...

Um, should I apologize? But something's different, isn't it?

My gaze swam unexpectedly.

"I've been human for a while."

... to this extent, that's all they say.

"I heard the story, but I couldn't believe it until I saw it with my own eyes."

That's how surprised everyone is.

(... I wonder if this is this guy's vegan...)

I just felt like that earlier.

Maybe I'm relaxed because I'm in my own palace.

I'm glad I didn't have that frigid grin.

I don't care what they say about disgust, but, you know, I'm up to something. I'm perfectly fine compared to a smile.

(I'm sure you were usually afraid)

If every conversation had been woven with such a chilling subtle aversion, I would surely have been bad at being a normal kid.

Squeeze words in your heart that you will never be able to say.

If I put it in my mouth, I'd be terrified... and I know that's about it.

You know, kids are smart. Sure, His Royal Highness Prince Wang's smile is often deadbeat... but I think some kids will notice, like I'm scared or disgusted.... I noticed, so I'm sure Altirier did, too. I don't know for sure.

"I don't like kids, and I have a sense of not being liked. But you are my queen. If you don't get used to it, you're in trouble."

His Royal Highness Nadir says in a tone that sounds sobering.

The eyesight is an absolute zero degree ice blade.

This, if someone tells you you're a little weak, you might get chest pains. Or I want to sit down and apologize on the spot.

Yeah. It's vicious just because your face is beautiful.

(This guy, now, for once, is he going to be walking over...)

"Are you listening? Altilier."

The irritation mixes slightly.

Are you intimidating... that.

Not for a twelve-year-old girl. It would have been scary. In a different way from me now.

"... please don't be angry"

"I'm not angry"

"You sound angry"

"You're the one who's pissing me off"

"... I told you I wasn't mad"

I look at His Highness slightly upward. Intention of the protest glance.

... Is that it?

His Highness kept his mouth shut.

... Hey, could it be, ears, red?

Uh... can I say Loricon?

"... please speak normally"

If you say it out loud or in a tight tone, you won't be able to say anything.

I was just a little brave, so I said so.

"This is my normal"

Fast forward return.

"... then I'll try my best to get used to it"

This would be where you walk away from me.

(That must also diminish your bad consciousness)

His Highness looks at me with a strange face. A look as if it's the first time you've seen it.

I lean my neck.

"... no, me too, let's be careful"

(Oh, wow, me. Something like I pulled a concession from someone who looks like a prince)

His Royal Highness Prince Wang, could it be surprisingly honest?

I'm sorry, I might have been a little too biased.

After that, we never talked to each other, especially about anything.

But no more uncomfortable like in the beginning... we were both looking at the garden blurry.

The white rose in the winter bloom was beautiful.

It was strange, but I didn't care if I was silent anymore.

Lilia noticed that she couldn't eat lunch because she drank five cups of tea.

The next morning Morning Ti was the first straight pile of saggiah. It's a gift from His Royal Highness Prince Wang, Alice told me.