Fake Cinderella

As soon as the courtesan opened the door to the small hall where the luncheon would take place, the gaze of those who were indoors focused on us piercing.

(... wow...)

I only get a voice in my heart.

I didn't cheer this up anything. Rather, the opposite is true.

(It's a lot of attention... I don't know how it feels, but I don't)

It's like exploring... or trying to look - people trying to identify 'me'.

(Something already feels like a climax because it's soggy)

When I think about what is being put to my pointed gaze, I unwittingly want to spill a sigh.

(Though not as sharp as hostility......)

But I'm letting something never gentle lurk behind me.

Though I want to throw it like this, I would never do it--there's no way I can do it.

(Because I'm Altier-Luciane)

"I," which is Asae and Altilier.

I must stand firm for the lost altilier in me.

(I've already made up my mind)

Living here with His Highness Nadir.

And to stand next to His Highness.

If His Highness Nadir takes office, I will be queen. I am in a position to influence national politics, regardless of my own will.

(Plus, it's the only 'Elsevelt')

For reasons I can't do publicly, I can be more important to this country than I can be seen on the surface.

The Four Dukes invited to this lunch should know that, so I guess their gaze is extra sharp.

His Royal Highness Nadir said you don't have to worry because he's my protector about the Fourth Duke, but I don't think equals means it's unconditional and on my side.

(… there is a great gulf between duty and will)

I'm with His Highness Nadir. It is not only because of the sense of responsibility that makes it obligatory, but also because of the aggressiveness of free will that helps to create a better environment for me.

Having decided to live in this world, I think it's important to have a more enjoyable environment.

"... Lutia?

Your Highness calls my name.

The soft sound of it gave me a slightly timid heart.

I make His Highness laugh so small that I am nothing.

(It's okay)

Tell yourself.

'Cause I have His Highness next to me.

Your Highness, who can be believed to be my absolute ally.

For example, you don't have to worry about your gaze being somewhat sharp.

(You don't have to think hard)

Let's make a successful official debut or make a good impression on everyone, that's fine for now.

One important thing. And I tell myself in my heart.

(Your Majesty's biggest goal today is to have a good lunch!)

Your Highness will have a good meal at lunch. If you can do that, you can leave the rest alone.

(Something that will fail if you go after Eryu)

Viscount Rada, the chief secretary of His Royal Highness Nadir, always voyages.

His Royal Highness barely eats it on official business.

For the most part, it is your prescribed course to mouth your usual portable food while looking at the paperwork after your official duties. At the very least, he wants me to say something that's going to be nutritious.

(Portable food has a good nutritional balance.)

And the head chef of the main palace often boils down too.

The head chef of the Orthodox Palace is called Ridley-Reve-Erlans. Born into a clan of local knights, the blood muscle of the knight, he was awarded a "quasi-knight", a generation of titles, when he became head chef of the Orthodox Palace.

I figured it out after we got along, but contrary to the severity of our appearance, the contents were favorable grandpa.

He was one of the cooks who originally worked under the deceased Majesty's Chef de Cabinet, and said he was not originally in a position to be the Chief Chef de Cabinet, etc.

In another way with His Highness Al, the cook of His Highness Nadir doesn't seem to last long.

(That's convincing)

At any rate, His Highness has been making too much noise about eating.

He said Ridley had been kept coming because he didn't quit... because he didn't give up badly.

As a cook, it's humiliating that the Lord prefers portable food to his own.

No, in the case of His Royal Highness Nadir, Ridley said he would be able to give up first and cry through humiliation.

He and I became close because we became allies in the Alliance to improve His Highness's dietary situation.

Ridley always says in the second word.

I want you to at least say something that's not portable food, even if it's not your own dish.

Human beings in the royal palace don't speak their hearts too honestly. So in that, his words resonate very honestly with my heart.

I think he is amazing at being able to put it into words without decorating and without fear of misunderstandings.

But what makes Ridley even more amazing is that she can beg a little girl like me to teach her.

(... Normally I can't)

Because Ridley was a cook long before I was born. If you're called a court cook, you'll remember it in your arms.

It's hard for someone like that to honestly beg to teach a kid like me.

Besides, I'm just a kid, I'm not even a cook.

(In the end, because I and he are going to get to the same place...)

So we could have recognized each other.

Meals aren't just about 'eating'.

Your Highness already knows that.

In the meantime, Phil taught me that breakfast and tea time with me is already a special time for His Highness.

('Why, I won't tell him, but I'm looking forward to a meal with the princess on that one,' he said...)

Of course, I know you enjoy being with me.

But that's how a third party tells me it's another thing that makes me happy differently.

Because I feel like I've been proven to be not the only one alone.

So I wanted them to know right, too.

Viscount Lada and the chef suck, but nothing the two of them are doing is helping.

(So I got both of you to help me)

Viscount Lada taught me about His Highness's recent physical condition and so on, and based on that I assembled a menu for lunch.

Being fit is the most important thing to eat well!

I also told them to change the flavoring and the menu itself.

(Lunch is different today)

Based on information from Viscount Lada, I and the Chef of the Royal Palace made it with two tripods.

Menu making and material selection are all about it.

(It's amazing that you don't have a budget...)

In my official debut, Your Highness sees no inconvenience. And he said he told me to spare no budget.

It was an official lunch at the Royal Palace so I couldn't make it directly, but they still listened a lot to me.

(The chef's arm is sure, and our kids are going to finish the dessert...)

Alice and the others, who were unwavering hands at first, are now so used to being mentors of the new samurai.

And it was them, after all, who could be entrusted with the dessert to be served at the end of lunch.

The good thing about dessert depends on the menu you choose, but you don't need to provide everything on the spot.

This time the main thing is a baked cheesecake with apples and walnuts, which has already been baked during yesterday.

I gave Alice and the others the same serving yesterday as the production, so I'm sure they'll finish it perfectly if they're used to it.

(It's not that uncommon)

I don't need anything strange in these seats.

It's lunch, so you'll need glamour, but that's something that doesn't matter with the serving or the choice of vessel.

(Best you can eat everyday!

Nevertheless, it is the portable food that His Highness eats the most, so it peeps.

(The finishing touches are everywhere, then look at the finishes.)

I hit all the hands I needed to hit.

All you have to do is wait for the results.

When the courtesan finishes announcing our arrival... this, with a few determinations, is supposed to call up our full name... everyone who was indoors got up.

"... rutia"

His Royal Highness Nadir calls out his name in a whisper, glancing at my face and looking at each other.

"Yes."

His Highness's eyes soothed when I grinned, meaning I was fine.

(Yeah. It's okay)

I wasn't too nervous.

If you remember your biggest goal of the day, you don't need to be nervous.

And, contrary to the serenity brewed by His Highness, I realize that the indoor air is badly pregnant with tension.

(... what is it? It doesn't seem like it's just me...)

I don't feel like it's just my gaze on me.

Something like this invisible spark is splashing over there......

Nevertheless, it is only the Lord and his wife who represent Dardinia who are here. There is a very calm and quiet air flowing on the surface, which even leads to signs of elegance somewhere.

(... but they're all too sharp in their eyes)

You're not alarmed, or you're asking for gaps with each other... behind the graceful air, there's tingling tension.

I sat in His Highness's chair, trying not to worry about it.

And when His Highness got to his seat, everyone sat down.

A courtesan announces the start of the luncheon with a unique discouraged tempo.

Then the music started, though I didn't know where I had signaled.

(It's raw ok, this music)

The orchestra folks play in the part that sets the stage for this little hall, although they can't see from us at all because of the partition. In this world where there are no records or anything similar, if you want to listen to music, you just have to listen to live music.

Some automatic players are like a giant orgol called Musica, but the machine also needs a player, and this hall is not equipped with Musica in the first place.

I only play in the royal palace and the arms of the raw ok people are certain, I listen only half the time.

(Oh, this, Your Majesty liked, 'Weldiana')

The melody, which is the subject of the opera Weldiana, is characterised by its beginnings from the tones of high-pitched, clear golden brass instruments.

The gentle melody was volume enough not to disturb the meal to make the field air soft for me.

(The content of the opera itself is, at all, a drooling love drama.)

Yet the music that can be played is light and bright.

Perhaps because the music is light, the love drama of the characters in the story stands out more.

"Lutia."

"Yes."

"Elsevelt is fine, let me introduce you to the others"

As always, His Highness is harsh on the Duke of Elsevelt.

I returned the nod as the Duke of Elsevelt, sitting nearest to me, gently saluted me.

"And the Dukes of Ferdis"

"What you have seen, Your Highness, is most delightful."

"It's an honor to meet you."

The burning gold-haired greatness sitting next to the Duke of Elsevelt lowered her head lightly, and the laid-back Duchess beside her also thanked her for it.

I can't help but notice that I received the greeting.

"Then next door is the Duke of Alhan and your daughter."

"I am truly delighted to see you, Your Highness."

"Looking forward to seeing you"

I thought you were too young a wife, it was your daughter.

Indeed, the Duke of Alhan's wife is already dead.

I've heard stories about her being a posterior wife and making notes.

I gave a gentle salute to both of them.

It doesn't look much like a parent or a child, but maybe your daughter is like a mother.

This warrant should certainly be a cousin to Nadi.

"And that's the Dukes of Grachez."

Your Royal Highness is above all your safe growth. "

"Next time, don't hesitate to come to my house. There's an automaton that Ephinia liked."

The old man, who seemed strict, did not even dust me, but his wife said with an overflowing grin.

I behold the old man, and I behold His Highness. My appointments are not up to me.

"Dis Grachez, Altilier still won't let you out of the royal palace. Until the National Founding Festival is over."

The air increased the colour of the tension slightly.

"Yes, I did. I look forward to hearing from you."

Knowing or not the pressing air, the Duchess grins.

She's a sweet old lady of good taste.

I hear you are faithful and keen to serve.

I hear you look kind, and you're very gentle, but I don't know if you're really nice.

(Though, I don't even know what true kindness is)

Three dukes, other than the Duke of Elsevelt, are accompanied by women.

In Dardinia, formal socialization takes place on a conjugal basis.

(His Highness Nadir has always been a solo participant, hasn't he?)

Though I have no choice, I feel uncomfortable about it and at the same time feel bad about it.

(From now on, we'll join as much as possible)

I clench my fists with determination all the time.

His Royal Highness has been a participant for one, because I, the official wife, was still too young in front of the flower crown.

(The Duke of Elsevelt... well, you can't bring him in, can you?)

He doesn't have a partner to bring to this seat.

Royalty...... it is also 'wife' or 'son' who can accompany the next king to the venue he hosts. Or, 'sisters'.

His wife, officially a Duchess, is not a 'Queen'. So in order for me to participate in this occasion, I will need to see the royal palace side.

But, I guess, I won't have permission to see him.

Above all, the circumstances under which she became 'Lady' … that is, because of the circumstances of my deceased mother, who was his official 'Queen'.

(In the first place, due to His Highness's attitude towards the Duke, it's pretty chilling...)

His Highness Nadir, who is said to be gentle, is the Duke of Elsevelt.

It is Lilia's opinion that that would not make much difference to Madame either.

Or if you do poorly, there's a chance you won't be in sight, Phil said.

their judgment around it, I see it as reasonable.

"Thank you for your time. Your Highness."

Again, the Duke of Elsevelt bowed his head so that

"... since a glance, here's the thing... Lord Dong"

I called him Duke and called him back.

Everyone here is from the Duke's house, and there are four dukes alone, so you'll have to be careful how you call them.

"Yes."

The Duke of Elsevelt grins at his mouth. In his usual interactions with His Royal Highness, there was a clear ventriloquism.

(... maybe this was a bad idea)

I noticed that everyone was giving us a slightly eye-opening or questioning look at our interactions.

Perhaps with just a few words of interaction now, everyone here would have decided that it was closer between me and the Duke.

We should have fully understood that even if we did not go as far as reconciliation, it would not mean a complete non-negotiation as before.

His Royal Highness Nadir glanced at the Duke of Elsevelt with a giraffe as if he were not amused, but the Duke silenced it.

(Hmm, but I can't ignore it...)

I'm mending my relationship with the royal family! It could have been used for an appeal, but I tolerated it.

I'll talk to you later about your highness, who gets a lot hypersensitive as soon as it comes to me.

"So let's get started"

In the grumpy words of His Highness Nadir, the luncheon with the waves began.