Fake Cinderella

"What?"

At that time, I thought something was wrong with my ear.

"... could you say it again? Brother."

Not so much, because three older brothers - the words that came out of Nadir's mouth were unlikely.

"I'll pick up Altirier, so you can sit here instead"

Rising from the office chair, the older brother weaves a coat that the Temple Knight can wear from where he procured it.

(... No, no, no. What are you talking about, this guy? Is this really your brother? Isn't that Scion wearing his brother's skin?

I edged the white land with gold. It looked good on my brother, not on this one, but I wasn't given any shards for the time I was in love with it. Anyway, my brother in front of me is about to leave soon.

"Or, instead, I... No, I don't want to take the place of my brother's job!!!!

You can bet. There would be no such thing as a man who could represent his brother in his work.

"I know a hundred things about that. You just have to sit here.... I don't need to work instead. Instead, don't get your hands on it.... use Phil and Ray to deal with it in case something happens. If the two of you are sorry, do something with the ladder."

"Wow, I get it"

If you can just sit there, you don't have to be in front of the desk, or, what do you mean, just in case? I didn't mention anything like that, because I couldn't see my brother anymore.

It wasn't a scratch. It was a rare rush for my brother.

(That's all, I guess I'm worried about my sister-in-law)

My sister-in-law, who is still young...... floats behind her brain the figure of Princess Altilier Rutiane, the Crown Princess.

Golden hair with light, clear, snowy skin... I'm a poor looking girl, but once I exchanged words, I knew exactly how strong its core was.

Though not yet an adult, he is more thoughtful and intelligent than his real age and full of radiance that no one can help but be attracted to his heart.

I was also convinced that it was natural for my brother to be inclined to his heart, and, because of it, he is so worried.

(I don't know, maybe too overprotective...)

In the meantime, I look at the paperwork in front of me, wonder if there's anything I can do, turn away, and then I'm ready again, and I see that stacked up. Of course, there's no way they're going down.

"... to sort it out..."

I sighed deeply.

About the basics of paperwork are knocked in once.

"... it's not for this kind of thing at all"

I'll make the minimum paperwork I need, and I'll take a good look at what I need my signature for, but most paperwork will be properly aligned with my deputy's stay. Based on my brother's workload in the first place, it would only be within the margin of error, such as the amount of money I'm covering.

"... So, where did you go to pick up my sister-in-law?

Of course, I know about the raid on the Duchess of Grachez.

I was caught in a raid and my sister-in-law, Princess Altirier, couldn't find out where she was. It is also true that only the Duchess, who has temporarily disappeared together, is now returning to her residence.

And the truth of the matter has not yet come to light.

Since most of the perpetrators of the direct raids are already dead and their routes of entry are not known, it is the brother's ruling that the disposition is pending until the details are revealed. The disposition of cases in this hand is often complicated and not immediately decided upon.

(Though, it all depends on my brother's intentions)

My country has strong royalty due to the circumstances of its establishment.

Although I wouldn't even call it absolute authority, there is such a place where the king's will takes precedence over everything.

I don't know if it's to impress my brother, but it hasn't been half a day since the Duchess' raid was revealed, and I don't know who lost what, but there's already been an appeal to make me head of the Kingsguard.

(I don't know what the military framework is. It's what he says.)

The National Army has all six armies.

In each division of Kingsguard, Central, Eastern, Western, Southern, and Northern, it is the King, or the Crown Prince, who will act as King, who will be at the apex of the six armies of the National Army.

In the chain of command, all the commanders of the Six Legions are equal under the King or his acting Prince. Nevertheless, seating will be necessary, so that is in the order of the number of years the division chief will be in office.

My seat is third only to the Western Division Leader and Kingsguard Commander if only in the military, and if I attend as a soldier, I will follow that seat.

As of now, I'm almost at my highest position as a soldier and I can't expect to be born any more.

Despite this, many people in the aristocratic class believe that Kingsguard is somehow at the top. Sooner or later, it's General Kingsguard, and many people are going to flatter him.

Each time, he says his deputy, Stay, is politely on the "List of Guys Who Will Beat Hell One Day," in his mind, but I don't listen in depth. I'm also thinking of swinging to my brother when I get a chance to help me with the list, but so far I'm admiring it.

(Well, I don't want to be the Kingsguard division leader)

It is unlikely that I, the head of the Central Division, will be appointed head of the Kingsguard. This is because, for each division, it is an implicit understanding to choose its head from within the division itself.

I will never say that because Kingsguard division chiefs are sometimes used to foil royalty because they carry shades of honor.

(In my case, I don't care...)

As a soldier, if I can be of service to my brother, that's fine, and I leave all my progress to my brother. My deputy always says something that sounds teethy, but I really don't care. I can listen directly to your brother's orders, and if I can be of any use to you, that's fine.

(Hold on, I wonder where the root of this commotion is)

It was too puzzling and mysterious to call me a Kingsguard, no matter what some idiot's bedtime speech was.

(I don't know what it means to target a high-ranking, but helpless old lady.)

Having nothing to do, I decided to wrap up my thoughts as I glanced through the report of the raid that was just at the top.

(This archer is not a soldier...)

First of all, that's what I noticed.

The bow has been taken away, but the arrow is left behind. The arrows left are for long distances. Choosing this arrow at that distance is unlikely to be a professional soldier.

(It is not possible that I dared to remove it, but if I intend to remove it from the beginning, I will not put it in this arrangement.)

The shape of the remaining arrows, the number of copies… where I thought the archers were lurking… multiple archers are releasing arrows to cross. I guess it's bad arm not to have plundered a single one.

(Or did life and death matter from the start?

But the total number of arrows unleashed is too high to say it's just a blackmail, and even too many of the estimated number of killers who would have raided.

And even though the number of archers inferred from the footprints left on the scene is the same, the number released is significantly different between the east and west sides.

(... or maybe the western archer hesitated to involve his sister-in-law)

My sister-in-law, Princess Altirier, is smaller than a child her age. There is also the possibility of misunderstanding that he is a huge toddler if he is far-sighted. Even if you're not sure of your face, someone might have been afraid to involve your child.

(For example, at least one of the archers is likely to have a personal grudge against the Duchess)

There are people who did not involve others because they have resentment only towards the Duchess. And some humans followed them underground, knowing their children were involved.

Different things can be read from the report. Sometimes my reasoning may be wrong, but it's important to look at it from many points of view.

"But in the end, the raid wasn't just an end in itself... no, or was this one of the ends?

Question comes out with a mouthful.

"Uh, could you tell me what that's all about, if you don't mind?"

I heard a voice I was used to hearing.

"... Phil-Lynn"

Soon indoors was my brother's daughter-in-law...... no, I could say my brother's right arm. There was a figure of Phil-Lynn.

He is the son of a clean Earl of Altheidel Exanidium, but is also well known among the working people because of his appearance anywhere. Probably not considered aristocratic.

My men are a lot more comfortable with me than they are with Phil.

"It's been a while. His Royal Highness Alfrate."

"Hasn't it been that long?

"Isn't it about the first time in a month?

"Huh? Haven't I seen you that much?

"Yep. Last time I saw him, it was time for His Highness Alfrate to go to the exercise..."

"Exercise? The one with the head last month? of a joint venture with the Western Division?

"Yes."

"... then it's almost a month."

Phil and my brother are always set in me. It must be because my brother and I were face-to-face like every week. I don't even feel like Phil and I weren't that face-to-face.

"... hey Phil, how far did my brother go to pick up my sister-in-law?

Phil, uh, gave me a distracted voice, and he told me in a sloppy tone.

"... Princess, to pick you up, from underground to downtown"

Of course in the altered seats, I speak respectfully in awe, but if no one is here like this, it will be quite a tone.

Some people are familiar with it, but they can talk without having to assume that it's such a cheeky attitude. I've never seen a man with as much friendship as Phil.

That's why I don't have dairy brothers or milk sisters.

For that matter, what my brother cared so much about became a major factor in forming me now.

The difference between the three year old years as a child is quite significant. That's not all. When I was young, I was weaker and weaker than I could ever imagine from now on. Probably would have been a pain in the ass to do anything with me, including my brother, whose neighbors took care of me without ever wandering off or sparing me.

Of course, my brother has been a busy man since that time, so it seems to me that Phil-Lynn was the most people who put me in charge. Because of that, I'm not a brother-in-law or anything, but I have a special affinity for Phil Lynn.

"Lower town? Why are you in lower town?

"You think the Duchess and the Princess fled underground when they attacked us? So, I got lost in the basement, and he said," I'm out of town. "

"You've been well."

I know my sister-in-law, who has completed her registration, will never be hurt underground. But I don't know why the Duchess is safe.

"That's right... Mm-hmm. Instead, the Duchess said she used to be a 'princess' at the Founding Fathers' Festival. So, apparently it was registered at that time"

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

"Princess" refers to the daughter as the princess of the fairy king who gives the king the sword of kingdom in the garden of the beginnings deep inside the royal palace in the ritual of the founding festival, also referred to as "maiden" or "queen".

What the daughter of an unmarried noble nobleman does is an implicit understanding, but if there is a princess in the direct line of Elzevelt, that princess is chosen from the bloodline that would take her to the other three dukes or the royal family without her.

This ritual reproduces the encounter between the Founding King and the First Queen as it is.

Used at this time are the royal generations of treasure swords Rufanazark, which the princess of Elzevelt tells us can only unseal. It is said that the king of Dardinia is born by reaching a pedestal in the garden of beginnings with an unsealed sword.

"Do I always get registered when I've been a maiden?

"No, they don't necessarily, but for some reason the Duchess was registered.... Uh, I'd like to hear more from our Royal Highness. I'm not familiar with it."

By the way, this registration can actually be irrelevant at our convenience.

Currently, they're officially allowed to go underground, like the department's scholars, but they write suicides and dive underground. Although the underground investigation is progressing a little, the unregistered do not know when or where to touch the guardian's wrath and are not guaranteed life. Accidents happen a few times a year, but the scholars still don't stop stepping underground. They can't help it with a lot of curiosity and knowledgeability.

"... did he know that?

"Come on......"

I think you have a lot of courage if you've gone underground without knowing. Maybe it was only possible because I had no idea.

"Will all who were 'maidens' be registered?

"No.... The 'maiden' of the Founding Fathers' Festival was created to find the heir... the princess of the key. Perhaps the fact that the Duchess was registered is special in itself. Now, Allie... His Royal Highness Arienol did the 'maiden' but not registered at all"

Phil said it again with his sister's childhood calling in his mouth.

"... Isn't that because we only have Elzevelt's blood from His late lord?

I only remembered the face of His Majesty the late King for a moment now.

I've hardly ever called my father to face to face since I was mindful. I used to call him Your Majesty.

Maybe that's because my brother called me that. Probably Arienol and Scion did the same. The only person who purely called His Majesty his father was his half-sister.

Honestly, I don't really know what a family is. Because of that, I'm still single at this age.

"I guess so. That's what Nadir said."

"Wait a minute, Phil.... Is my brother free to walk around?

"... uh, that's not a problem at all... I guess. Nadir has a ring."

"... the ring?

"It's a ring with the seal of the King's Promise.... That sounds like a ruin pass"

It is said to be one of the knots from the Princess of the Fairy King, who once became the Queen of the Founding Kings. It's made of a material I'm not sure about, and it's not that big, but it's amazingly elaborate.

They say it's the only product in the world that can never make reproductions.

"Apparently... what if not?"

"That was okay. Because I've tried it, too."

"What? Have you tried?

"Oops.... I used that ring to walk underground. It was always nothing to poke around the place where the watchman was awesome"

"... what are you experimenting with?"

"I mean, an experiment... uh, hey, I've escorted a shady princess before, and that's when they brought it in."

"A shady escort..."

I had no idea what the situation was, but that's all I understood, too.

Phil was given the king's seal ring to walk around freely in the basement.

(─ ─ ─ Probably not once or twice either)

To get my sister-in-law to escort me, then it couldn't have been a bump.

There's no way that my brother would make a bet about my sister-in-law.

"Put that aside, I'd rather know the means and purpose of what I did earlier."

Phil-Lynn came back forcefully. He said it in a slight tone, but his eyes were serious instead.

So I'll just live a little bit too.

"Uh, I don't mean anything.... I also heard that the victim of the five-day fever... was the killer.... but doesn't it seem too abrupt?

"Which neighborhood?

"I don't know... one day suddenly it feels like the killer showed up... I'm not saying that those guys in Nave are fake. It must also be true that it was damaged. But this usually doesn't happen. Their grudges and grief and all that stuff were supposed to disappear loosely in the course of time.... and now, there's been nothing for two years."

I cut the words there and saw Phil.

"Then why are you here to do this?

"I think someone was there to stir them up.... it's also possible that one of the Nave cases has had it since the very beginning"

I tried to put it in my mouth and it started to feel right.

Someone who doesn't even know his face twisted the information from a very early stage and set fire to the people of Nave who smoked grief and resentment.

"Since the beginning?

"... even one of our deputy secretaries who can be called an" informant "thought that the Duchess' good intentions had increased the damage. Probably means someone led you that way, right?

"You think that's intentional?

".................. probably"

There was no certainty, and I glanced over my shoulder.

"What do you think triggered this one?

"The death of His Majesty. Or that his brother's reign was officially confirmed by His Majesty's death"

I answered softly.

The first letter arrived to the Duchess approximately a year ago. I was convinced it was in the record here that it was just after His Majesty's funeral.

I guess Phil snorted so small.

"Whatever it's probably all about, but... I think you want to let your brother lose his authority in the end. Not much room for success, though."

Phil doesn't deny my words. Perhaps that's what he guessed.

"Why did you think that?

"Stay... I talked to our deputy a lot. We're not as informative as that. But we have military-related information, so extrapolation of the results added there."

I thought the position of my brother, who was Prince Wang but had mostly acted as the king's deputy, was the cornerstone.

The practical capacity, the popularity of the civilian population and the support from the great nobles, who were the main ones, are also thick.

He seems to have no choice from my brother. No matter how hard you try, I don't feel like catching up, and it won't be possible to get involved. I mean, I thought if I thought about what happened afterwards, there wouldn't be any humans or anything else I wanted to replace.

"So, you don't think this one was aimed at the Duchess' life?

"No, it's not like that either. For now, don't talk in order."

I take a breath and open my mouth.

"First of all, the Duchess of Grachez wants to wreak havoc around the Duchess of Grachez… and if possible, we have a purpose to make sure that there is a disturbance in your home"

"You can't, can you?

"So I do it with that intention, but not necessarily because it produces the results as intended"

"I mean, the North Duke is a strong Nadir supporter. For example, if something happens to the Duchess... or you hide out for any other reason, your son is like a bee believer, and if you're in Claude, his child, you're a former deputy and even your daughter-in-law is Princess Arienol. Whoever succeeds will not cover that house from Nadir endorsement, will they?

"But we can sharpen our forces.... Now that I have my hands on this Gotagota, I am late in preparing for the Founding Festival. Normally, we have already turned some of the North family's responsibilities to another house in the clan."

The Dardinian aristocracy is a serving being. To the king, to serve the country, and that will be the power to support the nation.

He has the mandate that most noblemen have inherited from generation to generation in state events like the Founding Festival. It is a supreme honour and a testament of trust for the Dardinian nobility to be asked to serve by the royal family. Therefore, the inability to perform the duties of the requested service is above all a disgrace and can be grounds for disqualification as a nobleman.

"Even if Grachez smashed his face, wouldn't that be enough to weaken Nadir's support base?

In the first place, my brother doesn't have a pronounced opposition.

This would mean that ostensibly almost every aristocrat supports his brother's reign.

"Well, I don't think that happens immediately. But what if it overlaps?... We can have the Queen from Alhan in the south. Isn't that what we're talking about? I'm not familiar with this at all, but this is also a delicate issue to deal with. One wrong response could alienate us from Alhan, who now has a good relationship."

"... it's like Ferdis and I are still exploring each other."

"Later...... Elsevelt is a lot of arr, but he doesn't cover his older brother's endorsement. It doesn't matter how much the current Lord Dong struck out to disapprove, the presumed heir, my sister-in-law, is only my brother's queen."

"Lord Dong will not express his disapproval or anything.... because you're not stupid."

Though clearly in conflict with Lord Dong, if you stick with him, it's not about politics, it's only about each other's emotional parts.

"There is only one thing that Elsevelt... may not support his brother"

"... do you have that?

Phil-Lynn leaned her neck straight in the face.

"On my sister-in-law.... if my sister-in-law is no longer my older brother's wife... more importantly, if I become the wife of another man, Elzevelt flips easily"

"It's impossible. Nadir will never forgive it."

"But if it was my sister-in-law's will, nothing would happen? Well, you two don't do that on your own initiative because you're friendly."

"That's right.... and Nadir will never forgive you for something that forces you to bend the will of the princess. I mean, I don't know what I'd do if I got my hands on the princess."

Phil-Lynn was serious. I was seriously scared.

"Yeah. I know that from my current state. But I think it's starting with my sister-in-law in the first place."

"Huh?"

Phil looked even weirder.

"Well, I'll talk to you in turn. Um, how far did I tell you?"

"Where I scratch my relationship with the Fourth Lord"

"Oh, okay. By the way, it's not like I have evidence to talk to you right now, so keep it in Phil's chest."

"I know."

I coughed up a little and started talking about my own reasoning.