Fake Cinderella

"... you've been a princess for a long time."

To my grin, Her Royal Highness Lady Euria opens her eyes gently and seeps a grin.

"I am the Queen."

Honestly, I'm a laughingstock at this young age, but I strain my chest.

It is my pride to be Her Royal Highness Nadir's Queen.

"... right"

Most importantly, I can't say this if His Highness Nadir is in front of me. There's no way I can tell you. Stolen with embarrassment.

"Your Highness thinks Your Highness has asked Her Highness to take the place of Duchess Eleanor."

"Yes."

It was a quick answer. In Her Royal Highness the Lady of Euria, I guess that is an unwavering truth.

(Truth takes shape by man)

Because each one sees it at a different angle.

"I and Duchess Eleanor had a reputation for being very similar.... that his voice resembles more than his figure... His Majesty has said that several times... he used to call me by the nickname Eleanor."

Her Royal Highness smiled.

Like I gave up...... then I can't give up, vague grin.

"... a.k.a...."

"Yes."

It still doesn't seem normal to call my wife by the nickname of another woman and even name my daughter that woman.

"Everyone says I am most adored, but the only one His Majesty truly loves is Master Eleanor. Therefore, Princess Elfina, whose blood she bears... is therefore obsessed with you"

Her Highness's eyes pierce me.

Behind me, as if to seek the appearance of my mother, or Lady Eleanor, who gave birth to my mother.

"I love this country as much as I love His Majesty, and at the same time, I hate this country as I hate His Majesty. I don't care what happens to this country that made me queen, but didn't save my country."

The heated voice is quiet everywhere… Her Royal Highness looks away again.

"O Mother of Mercy, Queen of Mercy, I know best that even if I am praised, it is not actually like that. Yet I can't stop fixing it and persevere in being queen... then I feel shivering at my stupidity and shallowness that I still think that His Majesty's will is in my hands"

Her Royal Highness, Lady Euria, laughed that she didn't know herself very well anymore.

I opened my mouth, hesitating to say it.

"... because contradictions are in everyone"

This is not all about Her Royal Highness.

Because even though it was only less than two months ago that I was stiff and determined to find the killer and send him to court, none of that is on my mind right now.

I can't help being blamed for changing my mind too quickly, but I can't help it.

Sometimes it's impossible, but if you're going to blame for everything, there's going to be another great sin, not just on Her Highness, but also on Her Highness Nadir.

(Your Highness knew...)

I don't think His Highness knew.

Not that it's too much to buy, but why His Highness told you not to follow anyone on top of each other by that much, because you knew there was a family of your own behind you... that Altirier was going to forgive.

"That I have grown up to speak"

"... I'd love to be complimented"

I've been forgetting myself lately, but this is more than twice my mental age!

The light of the constant night light sways.

I blurred and looked at it and wondered if Lilia and Minami would have met.

I'm sure Lilia will be mad at you under your temple, and maybe about fist bones.

Those two feel somewhat like sisters and brothers, and Lilia's position is overwhelmingly strong.

"... Maria, the daughter's mother, came from Darhal with me when I put her in."

Her Royal Highness Lady Euria opens her mouth.

That girl must mean El Lucia, I nod silently and listen to the words.

The faintly feverish voice firmly conveys His Highness's will to my ear.

"Maria and I are milk sisters. Maria married Prince Wang to the Viscount IKEA family in the South, wanted, shortly after I had given birth.

In this country, where the royal family rarely marries politically between nations, there are not so many marriages that unite the country. Sometimes in this country, where each region is large enough to say that it is one country, we don't have trouble marrying each other as domestic aristocrats, but in the end, it doesn't mean we're so welcome. "

Since the royal family will not first seek its marital partner out of the country, the nobles will also imitate it.

I've thought a lot about what that source is, but I didn't know.

It's a fantasy novel, "Something inherited by blood muscles" or "Something that lives in blood muscles," but I don't know what's in this Dardinian royal family. In time, I was going to ask His Highness if I had the chance.

That probably connects the royal family of Dardinia with the Duke of Elzeveld's … a common blood secret.

I wonder why Elzeveld is the lead duke's house, and why there are so many descendants of princesses in Elzeveld, and why the First Queen almost dowries from the Duke of Elzevelt's house also comes from around it.

(And that's also probably one of the causes of this current situation)

"The Viscount IKEA family is a small but hereditary aristocracy. And my ex-wife's son was already there as a stepchild. I think Maria had a hard time with that. I didn't write that at all in the sentences that sometimes give me, but I can easily imagine thinking about ourselves.... Still, I was married because I wanted, wanted. I thought you'd be happy."

Her Royal Highness breathes there and gently closes her eyes as if searching for words from within her.

"Not happy, wasn't it," he said? Were you used to being Her Highness's milk sisters?

"No, there wasn't enough for me to use"

Shake your head.

"I think it would still have been better if it had been for me to use it... at least because if it had been, I would have been respected even if I had only been a queen"

I do not know how much influence Her Majesty's milk sisters have. However, milk sisters and dairy brothers sometimes have comparable bonds to real brothers. Lilia and Sion are typical examples of this.

"At the time, His Majesty was only His Royal Highness the Prince, who was still waiting for his descent from his ministry, and I was only his Lady again. Originally, I'm Your Majesty, who hates being involved in political matters. There would have been little value in use for the milk sisters of the Lady.... so they should have been purely loved and wanted initially. At least not to the Viscount himself."

The surroundings would not have been, I listen to the unspeakable intentions.

This country weighs heavily on orthodox bloodlines.

It is absolute, as His Majesty could not ignore that order of inheritance no matter how much he did not want to be king.

"Soon after that girl was born, the child that my ex-wife gave birth to died. It was a five-day fever.

... At the time, five-day fever was an unexplained disease. Now I know a lot of things, but there was no cure, no way to prevent it, I could just pray to God...... if it took me, it was a disease that wouldn't help me first.

So, Maria seemed to blame a lot. Maria herself was one of the causes of being blamed for not having a fever and not being freaked out by the disease... I never knew that, though "

Her Royal Highness laughs slightly at herself.

"I was me, anxious for His Majesty's will, and my sleepless days went on. Perhaps it would have been good if they had thought that they loved what they had done to their wives with a strong desire, or that they were always strongly sought after nearby."

But I couldn't fool myself. Says Her Royal Highness.

"There was no way I could have helped Maria, and before I knew it, there was no marriage between Maria and the Viscount.... as it was decided that there were no words I declined"

"To something that didn't?

"Yes."

Oh, well. I don't have the knowledge in me that El Lucia is a Viscount Lady.

The story hasn't even come out as far as you looked it up. I suppose that is because it is decided that His Highness did not say so.

"The Viscount expelled Maria and Erlucia and made the returned daughter of the Count Lennan family his posterior wife. I made it a good idea to at least divorce a daughter with the blood of an aristocrat in a small country who had to be recognized as an official daughter."

"It's..."

"Yeah, let's just get back to the marriage."

Retroactive marriage is the recognition by the diocese that the date of marriage was set in the past and was officially married from there.

This is one of the means to retroactively certify my son, and I would have liked to have done it if my father, the Duke of Elseveld, could have done the same.

However, I can't accept that the conditions are right and not so much.

The Duke was unable to accept the conditions. But Viscount Ikea did so much. Did you hate exotic blood that far?

I've never felt that exclusive before, but I may have to change my perception a little bit.

"The Southern Marquis tend to be conservative, but it's only a small part of that tendency to even think about that.

Besides, Maria was supposed to be my sidekick who was the heir princess. Of course I have a solid identity. But in this country, it would have been of no value in places like Darhal, the daughter of that nobleman in a small country.

And of course, not only did you hate that exotic blood, but there were a lot of other factors, regardless of the fact that the Viscount abandoned Maria and El Lucia and even imitated it as treading. "

Sure. I think it sounds really bad.

up to retrospective marriage, denying the child...... how shadowed it would have been in the heart of El Lucia.

"I was angry when I found out about that fact, but I couldn't do anything...... all I could do was use Maria as my maid of honor again and use that girl as a lowlife to help me get to that point of life. I couldn't do anything about Maria's position or restore her honor..."

Giri, Her Royal Highness clenches the cobwebs.

"But fortunately for Maria like that, spring has come around again. A man appeared to propose to Maria."

El Lucia was not a common son. If I were a bastard, I probably wouldn't be my samurai. She was the daughter of a clean northern junior aristocrat.

For example, there must have been someone who even bothered to marry Maria retrospectively in order to have El Lucia as her real child.

"Initially, Maria never agreed to his proposal. Naturally. Because I've had a very bad time. But he didn't give up... eventually, Maria nodded too. Maria's new husband was Associate Baron Doras, who later became a samurai martial officer for Prince Wang."

Associate Baron Doras is one of the martial officers who was followed by His Royal Highness Nadir's Standing Prince. If it's just the name, I know it well, too. I don't know your face.

Ever since I was "me," I haven't seen him.

"Born in the house of a poor knight in the north, he took the arm of a sword to ascend to that position. He was clumsy, but he was a gentle man against his horrible looks. Maria loved the man who even married me retrospectively in order not to make El Lucia a bastard, and El Lucia missed me so much.

... I was glad that with God, misfortune would never remain the same. I prayed for them to live happily ever after. "

If there is a god to throw away, there is a god to pick up, something like that?

I was also delighted with that fortune for El Lucia. Although it was in the past.

Then take a deep breath and open your tease mouth.

"You'd be so happy to be happy, to that daughter, why did you give her poison?... you wanted to kill me so badly?

I stare straight at Her Royal Highness.

Don't miss one thing.

"No."

Her Royal Highness shook her head to the side. Rare brunettes shake in this country.

"I... have ordered the birdcage door to be opened or told to break your tea bowl, but that's all... I have never given you poison or anything. None of this would be incriminating."

Her Royal Highness told her what she had done.

Because it's all trivial, you think. Sure, it's no big deal if you give it one at a time, and there's nothing to incriminate me with.

(It's not a harassment area...)

But if they compound... and continue in extension... and if that mastermind was one of those beings who could be called a guardian, it wouldn't be impossible for Altirier to have become a doll either.

Beside being taken care of, it breaks something important. Losing something more important than being done directly to yourself can be tighter on your mind.

(Your Highness would also have known that he was not very interested in himself...)

No help, you might have thought.

Or there could have been hope that His Highness might help.

But when I think of endless harassment, all I get is a sigh.

"Did you think it would be good if you were even alive?

"... come on"

As I said earlier myself, perhaps Her Royal Highness doesn't even know.

Both conflicting thoughts have the same strength and shake Her Royal Highness's heart.

Heh, and some bitter sweet smell came from the altar, lightly stiffening his face. I don't really like this incense.

"... tee, what do you do now that you know about it?

Her Royal Highness has a glossy grin.

In an instant, I felt transformed.

It was a dramatic change that caught my eye.

In front of me was not a woman with a secluded and moist flair until earlier.

Its eyes are inhabited by a strong will, wearing the mask of a smile of mercy.

(The usual, Her Highness the Queen...)

"As I said earlier, I just wanted to know"

I just wanted to know why I became me.

I want as much truth as I can convince myself, even if it's not everything.

(to stand next to His Highness Nadir)

"... it was Her Royal Highness who wanted El Lucia for my lady?

"No."

"Really?"

A puzzle is beginning to connect to the pomegranate. I can't say for sure, and that's not everything.

"Thie, who are you?

For a moment, it was sloppy.

"I..."

I wondered what to answer, but in the end there was only one thing I could put out in my mouth.

I am the queen of His Highness Nadir.

I didn't have any other answers, though I felt it wasn't the answer to the question.

It just seemed a little embarrassing when I put it in my mouth, but I was happier than that.

I'm simply glad that I can say all that.

"That's not what I'm saying... you've been acting like someone else since you lost your memory."

"Because it's someone else."

I have a soft grin as long as I can.

"In that winter lake, I died once. I'm not here before."

Though I'm going to be telling the truth from the bottom of my heart, it probably hasn't been conveyed in the sense I think it is.

(I mean someone else, I think it's a rebirth...)

"... you love Prince Wang"

Her Royal Highness Lady Euria smiles strangely.

For the first time, I'm less confident that my facial expressions have made a proper poker face.

(Oh, I love you, I love you...)

Such a pungent word, you can't possibly say it.

No, I can say as much about others as I want.

But I can't. I can never do that.

By and large, what happened to this current flow and that kind of question?!

But turning bright red and mouthwatering here is a lower measure during the lower measures.

(Laughs, me!

"Yes."

I smiled as gracefully as I could and let him lie down.

Her Royal Highness Lady Euria looks at her as if she were surprised.

I won't say anything more.

Just makes me smile.

The girl's full smile, called the puppet princess, would speak more eloquently than anything.

"... I have never wanted to kill you. Your mother, your grandmother."

"So why are you doing this?

I didn't expect you to answer, but I asked.

Suppose it wasn't the Queen who tried to kill her, but this one was definitely involved in a series of harassment, death and other things that went on.

"Come on......"

Then Her Royal Highness Lady Euria laughed beautifully.

"There's only one person in this world I wanted to kill..."

Sounds like a clatter.

(... That's Your Majesty)

"Only His Majesty."

Love more than anyone, and at the same time, hate more than anyone.

That is Her Royal Highness's feelings for this country. I'm sure those are inseparable.

Her Royal Highness rises gently.

"It's time to go back"

Not everything I wanted to hear could be heard, but I didn't intend to hold back.

If Lilia was back, I thought that was enough for tonight.

I find that the exhaling breath is white and the room temperature has dropped considerably. Maybe it's snowing again outside.

I look up to Her Highness, not standing up.

"... be careful"

I couldn't find the right word for what to say.

I know it's crazy.

"That's more you than me."

Her Royal Highness Lady Euria says thanks.

Yeah, I think so too.

"... tee"

At the door, Her Royal Highness looked back.

"Yes."

I shake my neck small.

"… that's the nickname of Eleanor."

………………

Her Royal Highness went out while the light slipped through the gap of the door and narrowed her eyes to its glare.

I take a deep, deep sigh, and I glance at the altar.

"Really?

There was no answer, but a shadow appeared from behind the altar.

It's been a long night, and I softly hold my chest down again. That feeling of making a noise with the casserole aroused my feelings.