Fake Cinderella

"Captain, you, the cook snored out again"

A familiar rage echoes in the afternoon office.

My men, who were my secretaries, fled instantly before I could finish hearing all about it.

The only way to escape is to be picky.

"Hey, he said he wasn't snoring. I just got my hands on it."

"Which division chief is more skilled than the exclusive cook in the dining room in the dormitory? I'm afraid you've decided to run away, not at all."

Well, I'm glad we're eating Umaymon, but I don't suppose you make mesh every day.

Aristia-Vi Esselvide... my deputy, Stay, blurs into a sigh of breath.

"Hey, I don't mind."

"It's not good. You're the captain's job."

Certainly.

"Why do you make cooking a hobby?"

"Well, the best way to maneuver your men is to grab a stomach."

Well, until then, if I tell you I'm tense.

But I didn't make a fool of myself. If you feed him good food, he'll encourage you in training or whatever, guys.

"He would be a clean prince..."

"Whoa, he's a prince."

Yes. Even so, I am this Dardinian prince.

It is often said that he does not look like a prince.

The full name is Alfrate-Wilhelm-Dear-Dardier.

My mother is First Queen Euria. My half-brother is King Prince Nadir. My sister is Arienol and my brother is Zion. Brotherhood is extremely good.

In terms of court sequence, fifth after his parents and his brother, the Crown Prince, and his concubine.

I mean, it's quicker to count from the top, high-ranking royalty.

But the first person I met wouldn't believe me first when I said I was a prince.

I don't believe extra when I look first at my royal brother or sibling. Because I'm nothing like my brothers.

They resemble my paternal grandfather because of his seclusive genetics, and certainly the portrait of an earlier king between the portraits looks just like me and disgusts me.

When I said you looked just like me, I said to my brother, "You look just like my grandfather, Al," with a look of pity. He is a perfectly petty brother.

"He said he was doing it right."

"... would be inconsistent with proper appropriateness"

"Nevertheless, you don't run away. For about three days, I've been making mesh. Together."

And on the fourth day, he ran away at night, that cook.

"Well, I guess it's because I found out you're a prince and a division leader..."

"It's not like I'm a prince to eat."

"You, as a prince, are a good place to go. Well, I guess that's why you keep talking to me like this."

Normally, if you call me a prince, I'm guilty of disrespect, says Stay. I laughed naturally when I told you I was sick of being called you or your Highness.

In fact, I don't care how you call it. Nothing if you know you're calling me.

Besides, this guy's not licking me and calling you, that's just normal for this guy. It's not like there's no respect there.

I don't care because I know that.

"I don't care how you listen to your mouth, if only in public again."

I wasn't so complimented, either. Once upon a time, the tutor was stuck in every word he spoke, and he didn't speak a word for a moment.

"That kind of thing of yours is good for us... But you used to come to the royal palace."

"... because my brother was there. They covered me every time."

When the courtesy teacher tickled at his father for breaking out of class, when he gave his mother a bag of batter... a paper bag with literally a pile of batter... when he made a scene in the palace, and when he grew up in a garden pond and made a grossly loud choir on a gross-by-gross basis, all of it, my brother finished well.

Class buzzed because Jijii's class was so boring that I couldn't help it, and the bat bag... the bat I collected a lot in the garden was my treasure, and as far as I'm concerned, I meant to give it away.

Same goes for your tamales. I didn't know it was going to be a frog, so I gathered it from these ponds, fountains, etc. and hid it from them. Though I saw horrible things after growing up.

(No, the scariest thing was the way my brother handled that frog...)

My brother let a frog choir go to a butcher in the Utrian district. … as an ingredient.

If you don't even recall that look, pale, crusty frogs are quite popular as ingredients. And the ingredients retrieved were jerked off with my brother's life and put into the army's portable food.

I could eat because I didn't know.

My brother could eat even if he knew.

My brother couldn't eat because he knew.

... Me and my brother thought we'd never be outnumbered by our brother for life.

No, you don't have to be hostile. I thought to my childhood that this man must never be the only one to turn to his enemies.

Sometimes, I can't get my head up on my brother.

His brother Zion, who is now in the position of Archbishop in the National Church, and his sister Arienol, who became the queen of the son of Grachez, the Western Duke, are with him.

That brother, who was only three years older, continued to be the guardian of our siblings, replacing his father, the king, who was somewhere in danger with eclampsia, and his mother-in-law, who had only a face as queen wherever he went.

I still think about it every time. Without him, we wouldn't have grown up properly.

"To His Royal Highness Prince Wang?

"Yes.... he's been on that street since he was little. He's smart, his mouth turns, he's perfect on the outside!

"Perfect on the outside... you really have a bad personality? His Royal Highness Prince Wang"

"You've made a bad decision. A leading politician can do it with a good personality."

"Well, well, that's right. We're moving the government while dealing with the monsters of Haiqian Mountain Thousand..."

'Top-notch politicians, bad personality' If you say the opposite back, 'no one with a good personality can be a top politician'

This is my theory. I don't think a good guy can be a good politician.

To give an extreme example, a good person cannot abandon one of them in a "abandon one person and you can help a hundred" setting. Trying to save one of them, you end up being framed for making more sacrifices.

In that sense, I can say that my brother has such a bad personality that he seems to compete for one or two in this country.

Because judgment in times of need is very cynical and never braces with emotion.

At the end of the day, I think politicians can't do it unless they are people who can combine cloudiness and swallow, and can kill the little ones and live the big ones.

To say that both small and large will live is just a dreamer or a spriter. If you succeed, you're a hero, if you fail, you're an extremely bad man. Then you cannot be the man in charge of the politics of a single country.

"Remember? Fever last year."

"... Yes"

To give a practical example, it is easy to understand the treatment of an infectious disease that we had last winter.

"If my brother was just a man of good character, he wouldn't have had such a thorough segregation policy."

"... Indeed"

The first outbreak of this fever, known as' five-day fever ', was in the neighbouring Kingdom of Lesanges.

You have cough and headache symptoms at first, then high fever. High fever persists, you will not be able to eat things and you will not even be able to drink water. And this terrible fever, in which about half of the patients die within five days of a fever, will not lead to death if they can survive five days of fever. If you become ill, how can you manage to survive these five days?

I don't know any herbs, prescriptions, etc. that will help with five-day fever, so much so that they say that taking care not to suffer is the best special effect.

It is unclear how the disease occurs, but it is said to infect us if we live together for a long time near the human being suffering from the disease.

Nowadays, the details of the disease, which the results of the study thus know, still had no idea what the symptoms were at this time, how to infect them, etc.

However, when he learned that the fever had broken out in Lesanges, his brother immediately declared a border blockade with Lesanges and a ban on all movement in the area adjacent to the western border.

Adjacent to Lesanges were two cities: Nave, Duke of Grachez, and Naish, a Crown Direct.

Naish is one of the direct jurisdictions of the Crown Prince. Therefore, my brother's proclamation was naturally thorough.

A tent village was created outside the barracks, where travellers from Lesanges were housed. The gate was tightly closed and even the official legs of the hurry were not allowed to pass except the documents.

And my brother asked a university in Wangdu to send medics and pharmacists, and he made a medical unit to send them to Naish.

Five days of fever soon broke out in the village of Tent.

Medical units quarantined tents in order of date of departure from Lesanges, and those who developed disease were further quarantined.

It was Nave who failed to be thorough.

Neve had also created a tent village, just like Naish, to cater to people suffering from fever.

The bad luck of the people in this town was the late arrival of the Duke of Grachez, who was not as critical to this fever as he was supposed to be to facilitate the transport of the medical units dispatched by his brother, and the fact that there was a cold sheltered villa of the Duke of Grachez family in Nave, where the family of the Duke was coming.

If I had my sister Arienol here, this story must have turned out to be something completely different. Unfortunately, however, at this time she was at the castle of Sadiar, home of Grachez, for the birth of her first child.

Therefore, there was only the Duchess and her daughter's family.

They pitied the sick in the village of Tent under the cold skies. In particular, the Duchess, who heard that the sick had children, was heartbroken and offered to temporarily provide her own villa as a hospital.

It has already been declared to be an infectious disease and it is a measure of isolation because of the risk of infection by air. But the opposite of the town doctor, who was on treatment, was not heard.

A medical unit human who moved 120 victims and about 70 travellers, its reserves, to the villa and arrived on the ground shortly afterwards said he was flabbergasted by the measure.

Fortunately for the unfortunate, because of the travel ban, there was no way for travelers entering the nave to leave the nave.

Two battalions were immediately dispatched to Nave from the Western Division to seal off the city itself. My brother didn't even allow the Duke family to move.

Less than a week later, fever spread to the town of Neve for five days.

It spread throughout the town from the travellers stopped in Nave and from the Duke's servants and their families who were temporarily in the villa that became the hospital.

The final death toll in Nave was 526.

One of the Duke's granddaughters, who was only five years old, was to be counted among them.

However, the number of deaths is much smaller as a percentage, given that more than 2,500 patients have been affected.

Thanks to the activity of the medical unit.

This opened new avenues for medical research in universities in my country, but that will be another story.

And in Naish, where the policy of segregation by the health forces has been thorough, the total number of victims is about 300 out of about 700 reserved in the border village of Tent. There were 43 dead.

This was the biggest cause of the lack of secondary infection, as the tent was for six people and its finely separated spaces were used to carry out quarantine, a medical unit report later concludes.

The village of Tent in Naish had finished its original role in less than a month, but had since been used as a medical camp for six months when sick people with five-day fever from Lesanges rushed in.

The five-day fever, which is said to have cost 10% of the people of Lesanges, ended in Dardinia with only a few epidemics in parts of the west.

My brother was condemned when he issued border blockades and travel bans.

From the Kingdom of Lesanges came a messenger of formal protest, which meant that economic activity would be affected, so the noblemen with the skin of greed were asked by your merchants to take account of your brother, but they were clearly dialed.

Some nobles were trying to move their fathers, but while they were doing so, a tragic state of affairs in Lesanges was told via the university and the first dead were told in the border tent village.

Then, this time, the situation changed.

The discourse of condemnation also changed again.

There is a fuss out there that bisects the social world by blaming the attitude of the country on whether we can only help ourselves at the expense of those who are even warm at the border or isolated.

There was also an out of place discussion at the night club. Perhaps the noisiest and most difficult time to hear was during the night club of the engagement celebration of Count Erindura when it came to pass that the Duchess of Grachez offered the villa in Nave.

During this time, my brother didn't say anything. Rumors would have been in my ear, and I had no choice but to do some nightclubbing... my brother hates nightclubs... he was present, but the argument was also flatly silenced.

My brother is not stubborn, and it doesn't mean he is solidified by his thoughts, but it doesn't depend on the opinions of others.

Basically, you're not the one who cares what others think.

But as the fever spread in Nave for five days, the criticism became smaller and eventually, completely unheard.

The kindness of the Duchess of Grachez was genuine.

Don't abandon the sick man who has been made wild in his tent for days under the cold skies... not to mention some of them young children his own grandchildren. I can't help but think so.

She is so merciful to her children that she makes special donations to orphanages on a daily basis. That was never from popularity towards the people or from posing against the public.

I know, but I'm a perfectly good man of that warm, serene old lady. Not at all like a husband with one thing in his belly but three or four, or a son with a bad bottom line and ruthless.

But it was an undeniable fact that the goodwill increased the number of extra patients.

As a result, it was historically clear whose decision was correct.

This handling of five-day fever further increased his brother's fame, but he had no wind that moved his heart to any words of praise.

And on this one matter, nothing has opened my mouth since.

I would have loosened quarantine and spread fever at some point as a result, even if I knew the strategy was right, without being able to implement it as thoroughly as my brother.

Strong beliefs and tough hearts...... I will never rival my brother. But I don't feel sorry for it with wonder, maybe because the levels are too different.

"But aren't you always calm and gentle in His Royal Highness the King?"

"It's a different story from being nice and having a bad personality, Stae.... Nothing. I'm not denying that my brother is sweet."

My brother is always calm and sneery. Most people think of His Royal Highness the King as such.

You are exceptionally gentle down there...... that's what they often say.

Indeed, His Royal Highness the King is kind.

Protect the people, have mercy on the people, guide the people… for that is their duty and their understanding.

You may say that your employees in the West Palace, or the servants in the West Palace, are gentle but somewhat difficult.

Because my brother, who has no obsession with general matters, shows an aspect that does not allow for compromise when it comes to obsession.

For example, it can be about keeping the palace quiet, or enjoying a hobby… tea or coffee….

Baron Furzalt, his elder brother's ordinance, understands that it is his duty to keep the palace quiet, and forces his servants not to make any noise by being nervous. All those servants over there are so good at killing signs that I wonder if they could be intelligence agents.

Even they, who serve near the side on a daily basis, will not doubt that His Royal Highness the King is a gentle, caring and serene character.

But......

Vegan's brother is not just a kind man.

If you only know a gentle brother, it's because he's not recognized as a 'piece' by his brother. It is indifferent, but therefore kind.

My true brother is tougher on others and tougher on me. And that's why you have kindness.

Yes. My brother is sweet.

... every time I repeat it, in the past that comes back to me, I almost cry by accident.

"... your expression betrays your words."

Apparently, my eyes were swimming.

"No, I have no doubt it's kind. It's just so harsh..."

"... harsh?

An approximate human would think it was a less borderline word to represent his older brother.

But those who have stood on the same battlefield must not be so suspicious.

(Oh well...)

My brother was closer to vegetarian when he was on the battlefield.

You have a different attitude toward people you recognize as "individuals," but that's the special treatment.

"I'll just tell you one thing, stay. Be careful when that one is laughing.... vegan brother rarely laughs"

Perfect exterior...... Iron Wall Cat Wearing...... Theon said a lot, but Vegan's older brother is not as puppet princess but somewhat faceless.

When you're laughing is often the pinnacle of frustration, a step ahead of you when you run out of bees.

Our siblings know that so well that they don't like it.

Let's be honest.

I'm laughing at what scares me. My older brother is the scariest.

A smile as brisk as a grumpy time...... that's just so refreshing and refreshing to look at.

But if you think about the rage that boils down behind it... it's better to be thrown out in front of a hibernating bear with your bare hands.

"I will never be near His Royal Highness the King."

"No... now if something happens, we'll be the ones who can move it."

Something kinky going on?

"... well... you're still uncertain"

Sometimes I can't even talk to you, whether you're a deputy.

I guess there's no problem if I'm just the head of the central division, but I'm a prince all the same, and there's a lot of information that I can get as a result.

There are several sparks at home and abroad, but the biggest one...... no, that is no longer close to explosives than sparks...... can also be said to be reassuring because it is in my brother's hands.

Biggest spark...... King's Princess Altilier...... a twelve-year-old girl who is the presumed heir of Elzevelt.

The most heavily guarded princess in this country. In a way, that protection is stricter than your father, the king.

"Don't move the Kingsguard. That means nobles are involved."

"Oh."

"When His Royal Highness Prince Wang moves directly, is the cause, the princess in the cage?

"You go directly... no, in the end, it's all gonna end up there... I don't know"

"In the meantime, you screwed up at Elsevelt's castle, didn't you? Kingsguards."

"... Apparently"

There is certainly a circumstance that the place was the castle of Elsevelt, and the offering could not have been pasted snugly like a royal palace.

But I lost sight of the guard and when I found him, it was after he fell into the winter lake, even if that cost the princess her life...

The princess was saved by nothing but luck for one thing.

That, too, is almost miraculously lucky.

(If the princess was dead, it would be a straight line to a muddy civil unrest...)

That's not always smart, even I know that.

There's no chance of that being an accident. That doll princess knows better than anyone that she continues to be targeted than she did at a young age. It is obvious that such a child would have been caught and pushed down more than impossible to get out on his own.

My brother was really horrible then.

Well, that's natural, too.

That's when Kingsguard took the princess. A trap I made look looser in protection than the Royal Palace.

Yet, easier to trap, they chewed it off and, conversely, exposed the escort to the danger of utter destiny.

... The princess's escorts don't know where they would have been left if they hadn't given their swords to the princess.

"Didn't you remember? Princess."

"... apparently, yes. Because of that, my brother said he seemed like someone else altogether"

Speaking of which, I think my brother had some strange look on his face when he said that.

Somewhere ticklish...... what a strange look.

(I've never seen my brother's face like that...)

"Stay, you, I know more"

Perhaps you know more about this than I do, listening directly from my brother?

"Information can sometimes be a more life-protecting blade than a sword... well, that wouldn't matter to you at all"

"Sorry, but I'm a total doorman over there. I leave that to my brother."

Where I turned my thoughts with how little head I was missing, I would never cross my brother. Then all you have to do is ask your brother.

This doesn't mean I'm abandoning what I think. It is merely a division of labour, a trust in my brother.

"You are... so what if you are betrayed? Humans are creatures who lie, deceive, and only speak convenient facts."

"If my brother does, it's for a reason. So no problem at all."

"What, that blind trust?"

Stay turns a clear look.

"I wonder... I wonder if our siblings are like they were raised on my brother"

Each had a nanny, but not the part... it was on my brother that he filled the part that only flesh parents could bury.

"You and His Royal Highness Prince Wang are only about three years old."

"Uh, because me and my brother's three years old are completely different from me and Theon's three years old!

"What, are you hung in there?"

"Fact."

We wouldn't be here right now if that guy hadn't been attentive and loving to me, Scion and Arienol.

So I'm making up my mind.

If Zion were to unite the darkness of God's kingdom and help him, I would be that man's sword on the battlefield.

Slaughter that man's enemies, fight for that man, and one day die for that man - just to be with a single sword.

"My brother is my greatest pride."

Stay took a deep sigh as I ran out of words too clearly.

"... so I'll get back to it first, what do you want me to do with the mesi clerk?

"Uh, why don't we just take it around and make a mesh duty decision, like we're in the camp?

"If I had time, I'd clean up a pile of paperwork, and one of my own men would be very determined."

That's why we have an exclusive cook in the barracks!! Stays look frightened.

"Then you can recruit the next one. He's a cook in the Central Division quarters, not a bad paycheck, so if you're applying, you're gonna get a bunch of them."

"My quarters are scared of cooks saying 'dragon holes'."

Tell him to roar.

"What? Is that it? Is it caught in the banner?

The Dardinian royal crest is a double-headed dragon. Therefore, the six divisions of the National Army put up the dragon's crest.

"You don't know, Dragon Hole is a training center for martial arts groups that train gladiators in Hell's fierce training, which comes out of a popular novel called Dragon Pride."

"What's that about our quarters?

First quarters of the National Army Central Division...... a place where fierce men, including executives of the Central Division, run their lives as a whispering home. However, only the cavalier class or above can move in. The general soldier is assigned to the second quarters.

"It's your fault. Because you are so loud to the taste!! I'll let you rebuild it again and again, so that's hell training! They say 'Dragon Hole' in the culinary world!!

If your mouth is enough, I'll let you rebuild it, not to mention your hands, every day is hell for the cooks!!

Be aware, you bastard! and his nose is roughly uttered.

No, even if they say so......

"I'm not asking for such an amazing flavor. Instead of sprinkling with dark sauce or herbal bumps to deceive the rotten meat, he just wants to eat the whole thing, making use of the ingredients' natural flavors."

I don't want anything novel. I just normally want something good.

I'm not looking for the taste of a leading cook at a royal palace dinner party. I'm tired of those three days.

"Ah, did His Royal Highness not teach you that it is not like a knight to complain about flavor?"

"It's no use talking about food to that guy. It's not a flavor-onch, but you think you should eat it.... because he's too busy to eat properly."

My brother is the biggest keyword that moves me, but you think you can give me your brother's name for anything.

"Somehow, it"

"I don't eat proper meshi unless it's a dinner party on official business or something. Because I pour my portable food biscuits in with water or something and I'll mess it up, or I'll do it fine."

Army portable food is basically dried vegetables centered on some kind of meat jerky and dried potatoes, and then a biscuit bar with nutritious cereals is packed into a single meal in five pieces.

Jerky is ideal for booze knobs. Dried vegetables and the like are delightful when done to children.

The biscuits have grains in them to make your stomach feel better and they are slightly crunchy because of it.

Not bad, but not tasty either. At least, it's a substitute you don't normally want to eat in a situation where you can eat.

"... Aren't princes eating better?

"I can luxury as much as I want to, but that guy, that's not what I'm into... eating is purely nutritional. Therefore, all three meals of portable food are fine even if they last a week.... I definitely don't like it though"

"All three meals... I don't like it either"

You will be spared such a tasteless, dry meal unless it is also on the battlefield.

But my brother doesn't care about that.

Where I don't think so, some strange roots on my brother are ripping off. I'm not sure what that is.

My brother is a fine man. Sometimes, so much so that it is praised by the enemy.

But something seems so missing.

I've talked to my three youngest brother, Theon, because he's smarter than me, but I don't think we can do anything about it with a crying face about three days later.

No, you were right after that, when he abandoned his status as a prince and entered seminary.

"My brother, there's too much portable food over there in the bottom drawer of the desk in the office, so seriously,"

This replenishment, because it's the first job my brother's lowest secretary remembers.

By the way, I'm offering about half of that.

"You don't want to see it, do you?"

"I don't want to see it either. I've decided how many meals to eat in my life. Hopefully, I won't want to eat it."

I'm just claiming my natural rights.

"If you're a man, don't complain about eating."

"Idiot, soldiers will only enjoy eating. If that's not a good idea, I'll be motivated."

For a trained pickled soldier, the fun is not so much.

Alcohol paid for by cards and liquor insurance within your buddies... and then, whatever, three meshes, you're done with this.

I'm in a position now, and I can't do much because I find out who I am, but I hid my identity when I first joined the group, so I usually mixed it up with everyone, played cards, played dice games, went to a whorehouse in downtown, ate stuff from a nappy pot with the average soldier, and made a fuss about the same barrel of barley.

He's a knight. Whatever you say, in the end, if the mesh is good, the general dissatisfaction subsides.

I used to do battalion captains and squadron captains, and I used to give me a bottle of lever paste, one of the portable foods for officers, or a bottle of beef, and sealed my mouth to line up my dissatisfaction. Alcoholic barley and wine tickets are extremely powerful.

Holding the stomach is just a direct link to life, and it's really big.

"In the meantime, let the servant at my mansion do it until we decide next time."

"Don't you have a cook in the mansion?

"Yes, but an old lady of good age."

"I see."

Our barracks are forbidden to women. Basically, barracks are forbidden for women to come and go. Otherwise, it's because there are idiots in my room who twitch women.

A woman can never be a knight or a soldier, but only exists in the Kingsguard in the National Army.

"Well, let's go outside for now"

"Right."

Even if you don't have a dining room in your quarters, it's not like you don't have a shop nearby to eat.

If you step out of the barracks grounds, the Utrian district... is the so-called Lower Town. There are stores lined up that do business with National Army soldier opponents and are also essential for cheap mesi shops.

The dining room in the second quarters is closer, but the second is the quarters of ordinary soldiers who can't be knights, so when we go, it gets noisy. They'll want to eat calmly without a superior officer as badly as they do.

By and large, 80% of superiors and noblemen don't like what they talk about when they're messy.

So you're relieving stress, so you shouldn't be interrupting.

"Uh, Your Highness."

"It's a dengue. Don't call me weird."

I feel sick and my spine mumbles when I'm called like that by Stay.

"Excuse me, Captain...... that"

He looked badly shaken.

"... that?

I look in the direction of Stae's gaze.

"... my brother"

He was my brother in a simple coat.

Nothing. It's not uncommon for my older brother to be out there. Sometimes, I'm in the city and I look around a lot, and I know that I sometimes step into a flower district.

The rare thing is that someone is small in that arm... maybe a child is subsiding.

"... are you a hidden child?

"Don't say anything rare.... My brother doesn't do that."

When the child whispered in his brother's ear somehow, his brother laughed small.

I just accidentally spilled... a little grin that was unintentionally floated.

It's just for a moment.

I'm sure the kid in my arm wouldn't have noticed, and my brother himself might not have noticed.

When I saw it, I, for a moment, turned white in my head.

"So, that, who is it?

"I don't."

Something twisted and gushing...... what could I have said about the emotions that come up in this body.

Theon might say a good thing, but I didn't know the right word to describe it.

If you were to choose the most similar word, it would be 'joy'.

Joy...... full of overflowing joy.

Such a strong joy that I don't know how to reveal it.

(Oh well...)

I'm glad my brother found me special.

I was happy to have someone to laugh at like that.

(I'll tell Theon and Arienol too)

I'm sure those guys will love it. No, I might do the yakimochi.

But I'm sure we'll thank that kid.

I would offer my sincere thanks for giving my brother a smile.

Second, the kid noticed our gaze. Tell your brother something.

"Uh, uh, I'll be here, Captain."

"Oh.... is there a problem?

Make sure you have more than one shadow confession on your brother's improvement, and I'll turn my back on you too. My brother doesn't seem to have an escort on him, he's bound to have one. Whatever your patience, it's thorough.

"Brother."

"... how did you get here?

"Our dining room cook escaped to eat the meshi. What about my brother?

"... a picnic, he said.... right?

My brother checks with the child in his arm.

Stifled, and the hood's head shook.

"Difficult?"

"It's about eating a simple meal outside."

"A simple meal? If it's a meshi shop, it's as much there as it takes..."

"No, I'll bring you a meal, too."

"Bring...?

The kid's hand took the crap out of his jacket cover... it was a can of portable food.

……………………………

……………………………

Me and Stay saw it silently.

That just looked like the portable food I provided, no matter what you think.

"Uh, brother, I don't know about that..."

Sure, that's my brother's dinner...

"I think Ruthia liked it."

"I don't like it. It was better than I thought!

Maybe this is what you call a voice like you waved a bell.

Thin...... but a treble that never sounds like a hearing loss.

"... Princess Altilier?

The head of the hood nodded.

Why? On the other hand, I don't think it's weird because she's a queen, but a lot of things go around in her head that the princess should barely open her mouth or that she said she'd lost her memory and changed.

"Have you had dinner yet?

"Yes, in the park there"

"... if I could see you a little sooner, I'd introduced you to a good dining room..."

"Idiot, there's no way Ruthia and I could get into the store together."

The royal portrait of a human being is out all over the city so much that I don't like it. This is because painting plates and painted cups are sold, including portrait cards and duplicate paintings, for tourist souvenirs in Wangdu.

The human appearance of the royal family is known to ordinary people by them. There are a number of things that don't look alike at all, so I don't even care so much if they're out there.

I've been growing my beard for half a month now, but even in the city, it's so unnoticed by most humans thanks to my beard.

However, the portraits of my brother and the princess boast sales of Dantotsu NO1.

If it's just the way you look, they're both beautifully connected and a perfect combination if the princess looks slightly younger.

It would definitely be more widely known than I am.

"Oh, maybe so"

"... then I'd like a stall next. There was a stall in the park earlier."

"Streets......"

"Buy it in the street and eat it in that park."

My voice was playing.

We also found out that he was wearing a hood and his expression was not sure because it was dark, but still the princess seemed happy.

"Also, would you bring me?

Signs of flutter and laughter.

"Oh."

My brother snorts.

"Thank you"

The princess clung to her brother's neck all the time.

It was a very cute gesture, with no connection whatsoever to colour, charm or anything like that.

My brother looks satisfied and slips his hand on his back.

(Wow...)

Something tells me I'm the only one who thinks I'm more embarrassed than a lousy love scene.

No, it's not like it's gonna get muddy or anything.

But this is how it tickles......

"Time to go back"

"Yes."

... I'm not a good couple.

Occasionally, I remember my fifteen-year-old brother coming to a temporary wedding with a bride in his arms who was not a year old.

Not very much, but I didn't think I could have a decent relationship.

In the first place, my brother's marriage to the princess was nothing but a perfect political strategy by his father's eight winners.

But... the two people in front of me seem to be well acquainted.

"Tomorrow, I'll turn to my palace cook"

I stopped for a moment, and my brother turned around.

"Heh...? Is it in our quarters?

"Oh. I need you to work out for me a little bit."

"... I don't mind that..."

It's a dragon hole!

If that's how they say it, maybe I could be a little serious.

"Please don't do Cyril and Nay."

"Who's that?

"I'm a working girl. He's my ovenman.... Without those kids, I wouldn't be able to bake morning treats"

Morning treats? What, that.

"Hmmm.... then those two should be your cooks"

"Thank you"

My brother didn't turn around anymore.

The princess met us gently, then waved small.

Where that figure disappeared into clutter, the stay exhales.

"What, were you nervous?

"Yeah, well. His Royal Highness Prince Wang.... a lot has been said, but isn't that, like, friendly?

"I don't think that's a bad idea, either."

"I don't know... it was natural, a lot"

"Right."

It was natural for us to be together.

I'm not particularly elbowed, I'm not looking good, I'm not particularly nervous.

Totally natural...... seems to have had some sweet air somehow.

"... I thought it was a lot of people for my brother's escort, but half of them would be convinced by the princess's escort."

"Shadow confession, are you wearing it so much?

"There's only two of us up there. The rest would all be princesses."

"... Wouldn't you like to overdo it?

"It's just too much.... to put it to the extreme, I have a father's replacement, but not a princess's."

"That's tight, that"

"Facts."

On the throne is my brother, even if he is not my father. There's me and Theon.

But there is no other inheritance of Elsevelt.

"………… Now let's get started"

I turned my stay around.

"What do you do?

He looks strange.

"It's settled. Find out what the stalls taste like."

In three days, you'll be able to eat up all the stalls.

Since that is not the case with the opportunity for the elder brother and the princess to leave the castle, it is possible to narrow down the recommended store by the next opportunity.

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Hold on to your forehead, Stay says in a roaring voice.

"Say what. He's my older brother, who's done with all the portable food every day. Sometimes when you eat something else, it's only natural that you want it to be good."

"... Yes, yes, I get it. I'll stick with you."

Damn, he doesn't know what he's trying to say.

A week later, the street map of the Utrian district, delivered to my brother, seems to have been greatly delighted by the princess.

The confectionery was very delicious with walnuts and almonds that were handmade by the princess delivered in gratitude and hardened with something like sweet caramel.

It was on the afternoon of the third day that I ate it all up that I realized it was accompanied by a card that said 'Enjoy it within a month'.