Fake Cinderella

"Okay."

I was in the mood that morning.

I decided to do a family search. Looking for a family...... searching my room.

In the meantime, let's find out from around us! Like.

Why, Lilia, I hear Altirier kept a diary. Diary...... sounds so helpful.

It must help Altirier understand what he saw and what he was thinking!

But it was nowhere near my eyes.

Writing desk bookshelves and drawers… even mirror stands and bedside kitchenettes. When Altirier tried to hide something, I thought the basics were these three. Because other places frequently get the hands of the samurai.

To a princess, it's basically privacy.

"What's wrong with you? Dressed like that."

Today I look like a simple apron dress. You just have to imagine Alice in Wonderland. If you look, there's some simple clothes like this.

The lace and frills are neater and easier to move with 70% less than usual. But clothes that are lavish laces and real gemstone stitches are also symbols of height and authority, so it seems strange when they are too simplistic.

"I was just trying to clean up my study."

It's good because I'm going to clean up, right? Even this.

At first, what I thought was a stash was around betting. Me, because I used to hide a lot under my bed.

But it wasn't under or in the luxurious princess bed. On second thought, they change sheets and stuff like that every day, and they clean them, so they're not good for hiding them.

The next thing I saw was a study.

Even in the study, he boasts a little mini-library collection.

This is where I once spent the most time, the only place where I was reflecting my will. As far as Lilia can remember, I've hardly ever wanted anything. She said that the book was the one I ever spoke of hope for.

If you look at the bookshelf, you know quite a bit about the person.... I think the bookshelf in the room where I lived was just a French dictionary and a cooking relationship western book and a sweet book that I was just a little bit involved in overseeing... books about my job.

Sometimes I bought a travel magazine, and I borrowed all my favorite novels and stuff from the library. The library these days depends on the day of the week, but it was convenient to do it at night as well.

(Speaking of which, who disposed of my luggage or something?...... oh, funeral in the first place)

My parents are already dead and I don't have any siblings. I didn't have any relatives because they were parents who said they were opposed and married. I didn't have anyone close enough to think about marriage right now, and although I had close friends and work acquaintances... I'm sorry that I can't ask you to come to that.

(If, to think, Mr. and Mrs. Miyazaka... Oh, but is the company going to do this?

On second thought, you're like heavenly loneliness, so I should have thought about it some more. If you leave a will, do what.

I didn't think this would happen.

The faces of the people I was close to come to mind...... people I can't see anymore.

Then I remembered my kitchen, where my two favorite workplaces and ovens boasted, of Hokkaido's … home where I was born and raised.

... It was a place where I couldn't go home anymore.

All this time, I've been trying to figure out what's going on, trying to get used to it here, and I haven't had time to slowly remember anything about that over there, but something... I felt a little sick.

"What have you done? Your Highness."

"Yeah... you're nicely organized, here"

Restart your mind to Lilia's voice.

"Your Highness did not defile or scatter."

Books in this study are classified by genre. It seems cluttered because there are books of various sizes, but they are well organized.

I have a proper library. Artillier made it... more than half the books I read.

"... you might admire yourself for painting yourself, but it's amazing to read all this"

"Of course. But Her Royal Highness was hidden."

"Huh? Why?"

"It is well above the academic level required of Her Royal Highness… it is not a pedagogical level, ah rahem"

Lilia grabs the back shelf.

"That it's not an upbringing level?

"It's a book that college students read."

"............................................. are you that smart?

"The professor has recommended that you consider future college admissions. If you keep learning, you'll be able to enroll."

"... sorry, probably not right now"

Knowledge must be sleeping somewhere, but I wouldn't be able to do an exam or anything in earnest. Plus, I graduated over 10 years ago because I'm a private home economist! No politics, no economy at all!

"It's okay. Only the professor knew Her Royal Highness had studied that far. No one else knows."

"His Royal Highness Prince Wang too?

"Your Highness has never been in this study... and you said you would keep the professor to yourself"

"But the record of buying a book..."

His Royal Highness the King is watching, is that so?

"Most of the books there were copied by Her Royal Highness himself..."

"... You mean there's an original, right?

Then I guess we'll find out from there.

"I borrowed it from the professor and copied it… Nor should the professor have reported it to His Highness"

"Why?"

"… it is not desirable for Her Highness to be praised for that much discipline."

"............ for whom?

"For most of us"

That word contains many things.

Well, the role of women here is to have children first. If you were born in a house of high stature, it would be a misdemeanor.

Connecting blood...... hence protecting the house. That's the biggest role.

For a man, I wish he was smart enough not to be ashamed to be the mother of my son. I have knowledge of it and would be in trouble if they pinched the exit.

"... how does Lilia know? Do you know Alice or Julia or Milady?

"No. All I knew was me and El Lucia"

"El Lucia...... why?

"I was helping you with a copy or something. Slightly, but I understand the old and ancient languages... and those kids don't really read and write there. El Lucia had a cousin in a library dorm... who taught me a lot to write books."

"Yes."

I had an unexpected stunt.

Still, I had to hide what I was studying. It's tough.

"Speaking of which, what are the three of you doing?

"Confirm your fixes and costumes... it's okay, it's their favorite job."

"Really?

"Yeah. I've been doing it for hours when it comes to costumes, those kids"

"... because I will leave it entirely to you"

It's not that I don't have a preference, but I don't feel comfortable with that passion.

Something that suits you really well, those kids.

"... what's the story around here?

"Yes, most of the novels... popular ones, and romance novels... have been delivered regularly by your parents because Her Royal Highness is famous for her love of books"

"Heh..."

Most thin ones with medium spelling in yarn. Paper is not that good either. But the number of books is amazing. This must be like a magazine.

I don't think printing technology is so well developed, is this typeset? Or are you carving it into a tree or something, like in the Edo period? It doesn't seem to be handwritten for now.

"This is what the princess liked."

The booklet Lilia had in her hand is called 'Eyes in the Sky' on the water-colored cover.

"Preference, I know..."

"You've read it many times... so I told your parents that I was going to deliver all of this series"

"Hmm. How many books do you have?

"I do think there are about fifty books out there right now"

".................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"It's a volatile romance novel."

"What story...?

"It's a story of a poor aristocratic princess who was a childhood tame to the prince of a united empire being sent to an exotic country, bound to the king of that country at the end of a frivolous turn, yet imprisoned in another country and caught in war, or sold as a slave to the rear of the king of the desert."

... I might have figured it out somehow.

One like Angelique, written by a French writer. That historic Great River Romance masterpiece that goes over twenty books in a literary book! I saw it on TV at the end of the year movie feature when I was in France.

"This, I'll read it again"

"Well, I'll leave you there,"

Let's read it in the long chair in our spare time.

When I pulled out the letter "Eyes in the Sky," a thin booklet stuck to the back plate of the shelf that had fallen out. What if you discovered something you were hiding?! Or so I thought, but it said "Eyes in the Sky" extrovert. They were just missing from the letter, so I appropriately stuck to the letter.

"Oh, there it is, diary"

corner of the bottom step. I have a few books together.

Yay! Now it's time for some clue! I thought......

"What's up?

"....................................... yeah, it's nothing"

... It didn't help.

Perhaps we should have seen it from all the facts so far...... made me want to cry over its tasteless and dry description.

Let's extract a diary of one day as an example.

○ Month △ Sunny

Wake up at 7: 00.

8: 00 Breakfast

9: 00 Worship

10: 00 Learning (History)

12: 30 Lunch (Manners)

14: 00 Learning (Dance/Law)

17: 00 Embroidery

19: 00 Dinner

20: 00 Bedtime

Mrs. Arlier taught me how to embroider handkerchiefs for His Royal Highness the King.

History The Battle Chapter of the Croiza Plains

Dance waltz

About legal statutory law

Something like that is just accompanied by the behavior and learning record of the day and something.

Normally, a diary spells out thoughts no one can tell you... that's what I thought. This is just a record of behavior.

It was convenient to be able to trace it, as I can see Alitilier's learned record and what he did. Looks like it says something about going out.

(But hey...)

It wasn't what I expected.

(It's not like this)

Then, together, there was a line of learning notes.

This was well done again. A little reference book. Now I'm going to sneak up on it later.

The beautiful blue ink letters were very polite and it seemed like a girl to be a little rounded.

"... ah"

Between the shelves of the learning notes...... a bunch of paper that slipped off with me when I took out my notebook.

(Wonder what?

A bunch of cards tied together with faded blue strings. I also have all the envelopes.

It was all a card from His Royal Highness the King.

It doesn't say anything special about it.

I guess it was something that came with the gift. "Happy Birthday" or "It's a souvenir of Arjuna"...... really, just one word of running writing.

... the oldest is from eight years ago. The latest one was three months ago.

(What...)

I laughed a little happy.

Maybe it's a range of etiquette, but it's not like there's nothing.

Letters written in blue ink are run-written but easy to read.

I thought it was probably autographed. A proxy would write something more.

Gently, follow the letter with your finger.

Did Altirier return about his card, too?

(I guess I'll give back the tea in the meantime)

I wrote a thank you card right away, but shall we make one here, even a treat?

(Hmm... if you want to keep it from failing, maybe cookies)

Plain buttery flavour, with adult raisins and the tea flavour you received.

You can make lots of them and eat a little at tea time for everyone.

Yeah, let's do that.

When I wanted to make a treat, I remembered the other side and the feeling that I was no longer having was fluttering lighter. I think confectionery helps to brighten the mood.

"Lilia"

"Yes?"

"I'll make cookies, I want you to borrow the kitchen"

"................................. Excuse me, can you make it?

"... probably"

"……………………… OK"

Slightly suspicious eye. But maybe I remembered the juice.

Outreach If you think you understand me well, it's not that problematic to make confectionery as a hobby of noble women. I can't go into the kitchen, though I have to leave baking to the cook.

"Your Highness."

"What?

"Your Highness's wishes will be fulfilled as much as possible, so please don't just act alone."

"Yes."

Of course, so I nodded.

I didn't know what Lilia was so afraid of at this time.