Fake Cinderella

"Your Highness, this is the Duke of Altheidel Exanidium, who will serve here as a family order apprentice as of today."

Introduced to Lilia first thing in the morning was a man of the same age as His Highness...... a noble man with a slightly unusual atmosphere.

You can tell at a glance whether it's noble or not by looking at the outfit. Because the outfit has very detailed provisions according to the Miyagi sequence.

The knowledge in me binds that person to one name.

Rugfileld-Eridian-yl-Legselsnowdiluylteatsk-Altheidel Count of Exanidium.

I don't hold a title myself at the moment. Most importantly, this man must eventually be awarded the title. He is the dairy brother of His Royal Highness Prince Wang, an alumni who went to college together, and one of His Highness's trusted flanks.

"Go ahead, Phil-Lynn and please."

I laugh niggly. There is not much of an atmosphere of scholarship. Rather, it feels close to His Highness Al or... a samurai person. That, too, feels more like... more like it than the right fold.

"Phil-Lynn?

"Yes. I'm putting it through with that because the name is too long. All the people in our house are supposed to go by shortened names except for official documents"

"That's a long name."

Laughing small, Phil-Lynn looked at the incredible, with a look on her face.

I'm getting used to this kind of reaction a lot more, and I can afford to enjoy it.

Now, I'm going to show my surroundings that it's a little different in this palace. I can't even be a puppet princess forever... although I still can't take away a faceless mask in an official setting.

"... something?

"No, excuse me. I'm surprised Her Royal Highness isn't what she used to be."

An honest man.

But that's not all either. Probably an observation... no, I think it's being measured.

"I" … what is the figure of the king princess Altilier? Whether she is worthy as the queen of His Royal Highness the Prince.

Phil-Lynn is perceived around as the undivided belly of His Royal Highness Prince Wang, and I think he is in fact right.

Lilia said before he came.

Originally, someone who went to college... said that it was unlikely that someone with the status of consul would be a family order, albeit temporarily.

"On top of that, in the sense that it holds the trust of His Royal Highness Prince Wang, it may be more than your brothers. I regretted it a lot under Zion. He said it would never happen to him. … that's who the Earl of Altheidel Exanidium is'

Such a person is sent on purpose for a halfway position called 'Family Order Apprentice'.

Your Highness, I was a little glad you were so worried.

(Maybe that's what it means to be dangerous if you return the back)

Yeah. It seems possible.

If His Highness is away, naturally, this palace will also be thinner than usual. There will be a gap.

(No, it's about His Highness, so I could be aiming for it, setting a trap or something!

I thought you wanted me to tell you about that too - but that might not be a trap.

Whatever it is, it probably doesn't even bother me so much because it starts out somewhere I don't know and ends up somewhere I don't.

Even before, there must have been a lot of things like that out there that I don't know about.

(That I would be in danger or be affected in any way is when His Highness's such plan fails...)

The last example of this is probably my crash in Elzevelt, an attempted poisoning...... no, I think this one is a little different......

So you don't have to think much about failing............. probably.

"Discuss well with Lilia and try to work it out for the better"

I don't know what the job or job title of the family order is, and there may be other circumstances. Whatever it is, Lilia will make it good.

"Yes, sir."

Answer less words and bow your head. I thought it was someone close to His Highness who didn't say a lot of useless things.

"Thanks"

Let Eagle Deep Fried.

This is some sort of ritual and ritual.

"... So, Lilia, I'm in the library"

"Yes, I did. How about lunch today?

I've already finished breakfast alone.

Tasteless breakfast.

Cheesy omelettes and crispy but juicy bacon aren't very tasty by themselves either.

(I just don't have breakfast with His Royal Highness...)

I feel smug that my life has been revolving around 'morning' where I can dine with His Highness for a while now.

It's a difficult time as a country, but as far as I'm concerned, breakfast that I can't have with Your Highness is more important or more civic.

Since breakfast was served with Your Highness, breakfast and then snacks were originally made here.

Recently, lunch is increasingly being made here in relation to making a plug in. Dinner is the only thing brought in that will be made in the kitchen of the West Palace unchanged, but not much for me to say.

... because foreign bodies were mixed up twice.

Although it didn't even make a scene because Lilia and the others noticed instantly.

I don't know if it was poison. Because I'm still investigating it.

If the kitchen I'm building now is finished and the cook coming from Elsevelt enters the palace, that must be less.

"Let's make it easy here"

"I'll just get you ready"

"Yes."

I turn to the library, blurring and thinking.

(People change...)

I was also a little surprised that it stopped moving to the extent of foreign body contamination.

What really scares me is that it's such a dumb... not obvious malice.

While I know that security around me is very tight and very sensitive to poisons... if you don't understand, the killer is just an idiot... foreign bodies mixed in.

I think this is just a warning and a threat to me.

(Being threatened means being close to the truth)

Some known facts and speculations derived from them.

El Lucia, childhood tame, Neve, her hometown... Fragmented information rushes through her head.

Not all the pieces of the puzzle are there yet, and I don't think all the characters are.

But I have a hunch somehow.

Something, is lost... or something that has been kept in the balance of all this... that, feels.

Honestly, I think I'm scared.

But I can't stop anymore.

Not for El Lucia, who's dead, but for himself now.

"Your Highness."

(Hmm?)

"Your Highness."

Called again, stopped.

"Yes?"

It was Phil-Lynn.

"What is it?

Stop, look up.

(... height, I'm mostly with His Highness)

The angles you look up at are mostly together.

"May I have your time?

"... okay"

(Wonder what?

I had to put Phil-Lynn in my library.