Fake Cinderella

Prince Wang Nadir's office is not that big.

Because I don't envisage letting in more extras than I did before.

Although the current office has become somewhat wider than that of Wang Tai's womb, which I used much more than when I was raised, the scope of use has not changed that way because there are more table sets instead.

Nadir turns a blind eye to a corner with a table set.

It was a corner set up for Altirier.

I let her set it up when she moved to the rear palace because she sometimes walks into and out of the office with a slip that sticks to eating with her.

The table set, which depicts a beautiful pattern with different woods, was chosen for Altirier. Preferring beautiful crafts, she even looks at one small embroidery of napkins and praises their craftsmanship and taste, so the samurai bothered with the furniture warehouse and picked them out.

When he had breakfast at that table for the first time, Altirier praised its cherished candy texture and the calm, unmistakable goodness in the office.

Among the many who prefer new, Altirier rejoices in old objects that have been used more or less dearly.

In Dardinia, industrialization progressed markedly in some areas. Of course, on the initiative of the government and on university surveillance, pottery and household miscellaneous products have dominated mass production using machines and hand work in recent years, and mechanical weaving cloth and the like have begun to dominate the market.

(Sooner or later, people's hands will make luxury goods, and mass-produced goods will become consumables)

Altirier's preference is, in a way, retrograde to the times, but Nadir felt it more preferred.

Nadir has no such interest or interest at all.

That's fine if you can use the tools, whatever suits your identity. Nadir has no taste or attachment at all.

I think about choosing for myself about what I give to Altirier, but I can't always choose, so I often leave it to those who are good at deciding only on colors and conditions.

Take one sigh and glance at the table set again.

There are two figures in that table set dedicated to Altirier.

One is the Duke of Grachez and the other is the Duchess.

Apart from Altilier, they were the first guests I received in this office.

I exhaled softly so they wouldn't hear me.

A thin cry that shivers the air with a whisper.

It's because the Duchess cries much more than she did on her visit, and doesn't even accept the Duke's comfort.

Nadir sighs again.

(If it's a couple's problem, we want them to do it on their own…)

Everyone was aware that the Duke of Grachez was drowning his own wife.

The old duke, who is strictly honest, is also the Lord, who is correspondingly harsh on his men and servants. And tougher on children and grandchildren than that. The lion says he will drop my son into the valley of Thousand Seekers, but so much so that the duke is told that it is the bottom of hell, not the valley, that will thrust him down.

The only sweet thing about the Duchess was the Duchess. The Duchess, married from the Duke of Elsevelt's house, could be described as the Old Duke's only weakness.

The Duke takes on the various aftermath that the Duchess softens, without saying anything, and bows his head because the world knows nothing.

Nadir has never seen the Duke bow his head because the Duchess was irrelevant.

(... incredible, but, well, I guess you mean in love,)

To be honest, I'd rather tell you to remind and reflect often rather than repeat the same mistakes over and over again, but I always say that it's not my domain.

Of course, there was perhaps consideration there for the elderly, the Duke of Grachez.

"... I'm sorry, Duke. I had a rush job."

I stacked the paperwork that ended up in a good spot in Kiri and put it in place with a ton of tongues, and stood up.

"... No, thank you for allowing me to see you despite your sudden visit"

The old duke gently stroked his wife's back.

"Elaine, don't cry forever. Tell Your Highness."

"... is, yes..."

I gently wiped my eyes with a scarf that I didn't know how many pieces it would be, and Lady Elaine opened her mouth.

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"... I got the story. I mean, you ran away, wandered underground, went outside the royal palace, then Altirier fell, and then you went back to the mansion to call for help."

"... Yes.... Along the way, the friendly children helped me, put me on the carriage, and returned to the mansion. So I was in the mansion, and with my son I went to the temple where I broke up with Her Royal Highness, but there was no sign of Her Highness..."

Lady Elaine cries down to her husband.

"Old Duke, do you still have people around you?

"Yes, but if Her Royal Highness were known to come outside, some people would try to do something wrong, so we're making a secret search."

"... right"

There is no mistake in that decision.

Nadir organizes in his head the latest information given to him by the Duchess. In my usual habit, my fingertips took a small rhythm.

(Altilier must return to the royal palace without a thing)

There must be no such thing as the fact that he has gone missing.

Less often than not, they come out of the area they were given. It would not be so difficult to hide the absence if the surrounding samurai, the female officer, were to cover her mouth.

"... Duchess"

"... Yes, Your Royal Highness Prince Wang"

Tearful blue eyes look up at Nadir.

It's the different colors of hair that have turned white, and those eyes are miracle blue characteristic of Elzevelt. I asked, remembering that Altilier and the Duchess were related in blood.

"Earlier, is it true to say he was attacked even in the basement?

"Yes."

"Do you have any idea?

"Here's a letter of intimidation I received recently."

The Duke took a copy, and stacked a few originals.

Nadir takes the top of it unconstitutionally and glances through it.

"... Also, two years ago"

"Again?

"What Claude brought the other day was also two years ago"

"If it's the same raw, wouldn't it be natural?

"No, this one has different handwriting. Then, ink and paper are different.... Well, maybe it's only natural because it's probably more than one offender, not a single offender..."

"But why my Lady?

"The world thinks that the carelessness of Her Ladyship has spread the disease."

"... but that's not true"

"Oh, yeah. Not true. But at the time, it seemed like it was rumored to be true. Even Alfred now thought the Duchess had told him to relocate the sick traveler to a separate residence."

"... I gave you permission to move. We can't afford to be told that we've spread the disease because of it."

"But it's the difference that makes me resent you.... In the first place, what makes me wonder is why by now?

Now, where revenge begins, the timing is off, isn't it? and Nadir tilted his neck.

If it's a grudge in that case, I'm not sure why it's been two years.

"Let's just say that resentment doesn't weather..."

But that's something I have to take on, the Duchess said in tears.

"Elaine......"

"We know you've always sheltered us. But this matter is my responsibility... Your Highness Prince Wang, I will take the punishment. So, please, be my one."

"Elaine!!

That wasn't about anger... it was kind of a screaming scream.

"... Duchess, this case will not be dealt with publicly.... because the victim doesn't exist"

"Huh?"

"The queen is just baking sweets in her own room right now.... I'm not stepping into the basement."

Good, and Lady Elaine opened her eyes wide, and wept.

"... Your Highness, please don't say that. What have I done to Her Highness..."

Large tears overflow from next to next.

"You don't have to worry about it. Altilier is safe."

"But, Your Highness..."

"Protect Altilier's personality here. Let the old duke cast those who are unleashed. They don't even know Altier's face anyway."

Altirier doesn't know them either, Nadir sees slightly further away.

"Altirier won't know them again. … and it is impossible to find altiliers in them if"

She was very cautious.

"Let this man do the search."

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The Marquis bowed his head respectfully.

"Altirier is a smart daughter. We'll be trying to get in touch somehow by now."

As I thought of it, Nadir added.

"Is it?

She's a young daughter who's barely been out of the royal palace, if she spends her time not crying, she'll do fine.

"You should be relieved. Because Altilier is bound to come back to me by the Founding Fathers' Festival"

"Your Highness... do you believe me?

Questioned Lady Elaine with her tear-wiped face.

"I believe... rather than I just know"

"What?

"... that that girl won't leave me alone"

Nadir knows everything about Ruthia's efforts to stand next to Nadir.

All that time and care I spent dedicating to luncheon...... ALTILLIER that I would NEVER be proud of.

And that effort, which was just spent for a one-time, little time night club dance...... I'm not going to be so nadir asaka that I don't know it's for me.

There was no place for Ruthia to return but in Nadir's arms, and that was the same for Nadir.

The feeling of wonder and impatience disappeared when I thought of it, I could even smile.

(That's why I'm not going to forgive the killer at all...)

"Duke, I want you to go back around the west"

"Your Highness?"

"I'll follow the guide. If anything happens, go down to the basement."

"... Yes, sir."

I ordered the two of them, who bowed their heads deeply, to exit and return to their desks again.

"... Phil-Lynn"

Phil quietly comes out of the next room.

"Yes, sir."

"Good luck with that."

"Oops. Just"

"... don't leave one blade pointed at Ruthia"

"Well, I'd say they don't know the princess got involved."

"Know it or not, it doesn't matter. The facts are everything."

"Heh.... harshly."

"Naturally.... if that forgives, I will never forgive"

"Rikai.... and this"

I'm given a small piece of paper.

"I hear a princess-like child was picked up by an orphanage. I'm in a hurry to make sure."

"... right"

When I heard that, I slowly opened my fist, which at some point was squeezing.

I prayed in my heart that I should be safe, and Nadir just went a little crazy when I realized I was still willing to pray.