Fake Cinderella

On the afternoon of our adventure to the basement alone, I was the final check on the gown for the Founding Fathers' Festival.

In Dardinia, the most important national event is the Founding Fathers' Festival.

Especially in this year's case, most nobles gather in the King's Capital because the crowning ceremony also takes place simultaneously.

Apparently, there are the most people in recent years who perform the flower-crownless sword ritual at this year's Founding Festival.

"You look great, Your Highness."

"Really? Thanks.... I was wondering if you could sew it back a little loose at the side here"

"Yes, sir."

"Your Highness, the Chief Chef has sent us a menu."

"Thank you, there."

Even during the rework of the gown, there will be a pile of things that have to be done.

(Well, my work is still a prelude)

Equals nothing compared to His Highness Nadir.

Not to mention we still have plenty of time a week ago.

"Lilia, I want to deliver the plug to Your Highness. Can you tweak that?

"Yes, sir."

Take off your temporarily sewn gown as you drop off the hindsight of a gracious retreat.

"Milady, I'll take the muffins and cookies I made in the morning"

"Well, you're going to pack it in a cage"

"Thanks"

(It would be nice to see you at all)

If I don't have time to have breakfast with you, I can make a plug in, and if I want to see you, I can figure out how to go see you like this.

(This is the biggest difference from before, isn't it?)

Though there were more things I couldn't see in person, I was just fully satisfied that I could go plugging myself in.

Your Highness, you are ready.

"Thanks"

I have a cage with a handkerchief.

There is a gentle aroma of fluffiness and tea.

(Muffins are blueberry cream cheese and cookies are tea)

I don't really think I should have made it a little sweeter, but I can't help it because Your Highness prefers a modest amount of sweetness.

"Okay, I'll be there."

"We're here for you."

Milady follows me.

"Thank you. Please"

And I turned to His Highness Nadir's office in the main palace, where I was able to pass.

"… Your Highness"

What stopped me by that quiet voice. It was in the middle of the corridor.

(Dear Elaine......)

The Duchess of Grachez, in a pale cream gown, bowed her head in a formal courtesy in front of me. I can't ignore it any more than I have been formally thanked.

"Please show your face.... Something for me?

(Bad time......)

I want to go and give His Highness the plug as soon as possible, but I can't ignore it and move on.

"I apologize for stopping you"

"No......"

(What can I do for you...)

Regardless, Your Highness, if you need me, you need to be vigilant.

Though there is no more danger like it once was, even if you missed it, 'I' has a great reason to be targeted.

(... but this one is not the one to be targeted...)

Even if you're ever targeted, you're never the kind of person who wants to erase someone or anything.

"... just for a moment, can you give me some time? It'll only take about five minutes."

Her Royal Highness's beautiful face is only a little strong.

(nervous, are you?

We got together and went down the corridor to the garden.

The flower beds are just stuck with early spring flowers.

(On the occasion of the Founding Fathers' Festival, flowers may just bloom...)

Then you might see the landscape of the Founding Festival inheritance itself.

"... the other day, I'm sorry"

The Duchess, who was a little hesitant, opens her mouth and bows her head deeply.

"Huh?"

"I just stopped listening to Felicia's wishes... and forced Her Royal Highness to do so with all due respect"

"Oh, no..."

(I wonder what it is, something different...)

When we met at luncheons and nightclubs, the air was different.

"... married and my husband pissed me off for the first time"

"Huh? Is this your first time?

"Yes, this is my first time"

I'm angry, but Master Elaine smiles somewhere delightfully.

"Your Highness may seem strange, but I was just a little happy to be angry."

"Is that what pissed me off?

"Yes.... because that one always says nothing"

"Nothing, you say?

"Literally, 'nothing'. He's silent."

(No, silent... like that's not the level??

"... you show it in your attitude, so I know it's taken care of. Still, stupid I wanted words..."

"... Um, wait a minute. You've been married about fifty years, haven't you?

"Yes."

"You haven't had a conversation at all before?

(That's not a bit terrible??

"Conversation... If you talk to me, please reply... and then you may be instructed to do something like that."

"... Isn't that, like, a conversation?

(I think the conversation is a catch ball)

Lady Elaine looked like she was in trouble.

"... maybe so. I don't think it's going to be a conversation because I can't talk well."

The elegant old lady lay her eyes down pitifully from everywhere.

"From an early age, I was always told that it was bad, that I couldn't read the air."

(Oh, yeah. It's been a long time...)

"That's what everyone tells me, so I, I've always given up on having conversations with people...... they said I should be laughing. I wish I was laughing beautifully. But when I get married, my husband always says what he wants..."

But I don't have a wish... so I was hoping it would be good for someone.

(Oh well...)

Unexpectedly, I understood.

I felt for the Dukes and Mrs. Ferdis at luncheon...... what was the discomfort I felt for the Duchess.

(I felt like I knew something...)

You seem to know, but something is different. Disgusting......

(That's when I thought I was like myself)

He said he seemed to be what he called a 'doll princess'.

"... Your Highness? Can I help you?

"No, it's nothing."

I shake my head loose.

"Dear Elaine, You like the Duke."

I didn't know what to say, and that's what I said.

At that moment, the old lady, who looked at the doll, dyed her cheeks and leaned down.

Shame on you as if you were a flattering young girl, and I think you're going to get that shame on me.

"... don't make fun of the old man"

"I'm not making fun of you. I was just jealous."

It's true, just in case.

"... please keep it a secret"

In a fine voice, Lady Elaine says.

"Huh? Do you like the Duke?

"Yes."

I stumbled upon it.

"... that one likes his wife a long time ago. You did what the previous wife couldn't do to me....... you took care of it. That's enough."

My feelings just annoy me, so I smile lonely.

"I don't think so."

(I mean, I think the Duke likes you about Elaine...)

Or is there something I haven't seen?

(If I ask Your Highness, do you understand?

Perhaps His Royal Highness and the Duke of Grachez fit together.

(You look alike in a different way from your father, don't you, Your Highness and the Duke of Grachez)

There was something about the Duke of Elsevelt and I hated each other in a similar way, but it also made sense to say nothing of the Duke of Grachez.

Probably. Something carved into my heart… something resembles the core part that makes them up.

If you give him a face, he's gone a little away from the building as he talks.

Your Milady is waving at the end of the corridor.

"Dear Elaine, it's time to go back"

"... Yes"

The grown-up old lady snorted.

(... that? I wonder what happened to Lady Elaine's maid)

Your wife never walks around alone. Wherever you go, there will always be a lady.

The moment I questioned it, I heard a wind-cut noise called Huh.