Fake Cinderella

"I heard that most of you are very good, but really?

Way follows and asks.

"What is a true king? The king says there's no fake or real."

Jarro smiles.

At one point, they came back with the sarcastic nature that was lurking for them to become.

"'Cause there was a shard."

"I saw it. It just disappeared."

The royal palace was in the light, Fee says with excitement. Nothing. This isn't just Phee. During the orphanage...... no, maybe humans from all over the king's capital shared the same excitement and enthusiasm.

"Hey, hey, is the crowning ceremony over yet?

"Now you are."

"Hey, haven't you?

"Not yet. The bell's not ringing. I'm sure he's still doing the ritual."

The boulevard, which until yesterday was ruined by many, is not walking alone now. The stalls are all closed, too. During the parade, the store is closed, and you can open it again when you're done.

Even so, our stalls have nothing to sell anymore. I also sold the stockpile of the next cathedral warehouse until it was almost exhausted and completely teased.

Hey, I can't do this. But it's because of Jarro's tenacity to sell it here and give it visibility. Then I got caught up in the momentum to extinguish the Bishop of Raw Odor in the next diocese, and I felt like I had a rampage, too.

The story I brought under Zion made us uncomfortable, and that's how amazing it was.

"No, what happened to the stall? Jarro."

After today, the boulevard stalls are open for about two days. We don't have anything to sell. We decided to lend the stall place.

"I decided to lend it for 30% of my sales profit. Lela's presence, contracted."

"30%! Well swallowed."

"I said half at first."

"You're blowing too much."

"It's not a sale. Profit? I have to sell it in that place, it's zero, right?

"But..."

"Well, I originally thought 30% was about to drop it."

I hear Jarro blew something off. The last few days. Amazingly excellent condition.

That's not just Jarro. What the kids can't do alone is also smooth if adults work together.

It was Lela Adele, who didn't look very good at these things, but the archbishop of the former prince cooperated and did it, so he helped me surprisingly smoothly.

Lela doesn't really understand things like commerce and money making because she is originally an aristocratic lady. But identity and status...... er, authority is a little weak on the guy. That archbishop knows exactly what's going on down there.

At last, the Archbishop, very concerned, said a word to our neighbor, the Bishop of Raw Odor, to help us. It didn't seem like much trouble from now on and I could do a lot of things thanks to it.

Gorns and bells ring.

It's so far away. I cheered all at once. It's like a cheer coming through and coming through the waves.

"Oh, looks like you're out."

The temples overflow from the royal palace.

There were plenty of people overflowing on both sides of the boulevard, all the windows and doors of the building facing the boulevard were open, and many times the people who had twitched from earlier had peeked into their faces.

The climax of the Founding Fathers' Festival is a ritual in a place called The Garden of Beginnings. This time, the crowning ceremony is combined, so it seems to have taken a little while.

We don't know much about rituals. Because it has nothing to do with ordinary people like us.

All we know is that the new King and Her Majesty the Queen will parade this boulevard today.

"Your Majesty, Banzai"

"Your Highness, Banzai."

Everyone chants orally at the words they hear from afar.

Everyone says there's going to be good times. I was filled with expectations that a better life was about to begin.

Banzano's voice is getting closer and closer.

This is proof that the carriage is getting a little closer.

"Your Majesty, Banzai"

"Your Highness, Banzai."

We say the words together somehow.

The sound of the hissing of the horse at the beginning. A flag bearer with a royal flag leads the way. A fine looking man on a big blue haired horse walks past us on the road with a full grin behind him.

"... who is that guy?

I asked Giallo softly.

There are several names in my mind that seem to apply. But unfortunately in my knowledge, I can't even narrow it down.

"Duke of Leideld, Commander of the Kingsguard Corps"

said Giallo lightly. I'm probably not mistaken because Giallo has a whole roster of nobles stuck in his head.

"Where can I see it?

Fee asked in wonder.

"First, that cloak. The only person that is allowed that length is royalty...... someone with the title Dia. But I'm sure he's a military man. Seven people in all are military in Dia. But that deep scarlet is the color of the Kingsguard. Royalty, military, Kingsguard, so far we're squeezed into two. From his age, he can tell that he is the Duke of Leideld.... Even if you don't know everything, if you only know that Kingsguard means that the collar stamp is the division leader, someone will soon know."

"I see."

"I see."

Way manages Phee's words of admiration.

Then again, horseback squadrons from the East Army, West Army, Confederate Army and North Army divisions pass by. The palace is a central division wrapped in black.

The moment I see black, I get a cheer for waaaah.

Because everyone knows that it is the brother of the one who became the new king, who leads that central division of black.

"His Highness Alfrate, Banzai"

"Congrats -"

A whole day and a little while ago, the bearded man who was in our orphanage was completely different.

That appearance, which doesn't apply to the word beauty at all, but offers a glimpse of military-like strength, definitely looks good.

The black and silver costumes are also a glimpse of his strength, and the stiffness that engulfs him.

"... hey Rag, that guy"

"... oh yeah. People from yesterday, in person"

"You really were a prince."

"Well, yeah."

"... the Archbishop was also real, wasn't he?

"You bet."

"... bye, bye, what's a lady..."

That was when Phee was about to say it.

An old man standing next to me screamed from the bottom of his belly.

"His Majesty the King, Banzai. Your Highness, Banzai."

There is a slight wheel noise in the heel.

"... ah..."

It was only a moment.

It was really only for a moment that you turned your gaze on us.

I don't even know if you recognized us.

But we did see it.

The figure, which put together a royal forbidden gown and found a cloak of white fluffy fur edges - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

And...... a peacock green shrug that was on the person's wrist waving with a smiling smile.

"... uncle?

Tears accumulate in Way's eyes.

Way still couldn't forget the guy who broke up without saying goodbye, and we couldn't comfort him well.

Thin, we all realised where who it was, but we couldn't give it a name.

Because that was too unlikely. I felt like that would be a dream if I said it.

"... Way, your daughter's gone home"

"... My uncle said it wasn't Koji, I did."

"Yeah."

"Hey, uncle, you were just kidding."

"... Way, that's a secret"

"... yeah"

Way rubbed his eyes and gently touched that ornament of peacock green that was also on his wrist. Look at that, we each touch our own ornaments.

"... Ooh Hinka, Banzai"

Way shouted his utmost as the cheers of many sounded like wooden spirits.

"Her Royal Highness Queen Altilier, Banzai."

I'll give you my best shout again.

"Sae-no."

Rufa accidentally took the head. But we all knew what to say.

"" "" "" "" Her Royal Highness Queen Altilier, Banzai "" "" ""

I screamed as far as my voice could as I delivered it to the person.

"... ah..."

In the seat of the passing carriage, the person looked back. I think he was laughing.

And waved the hand of the peacock green ornament at us.

... Maybe it was a dream because it was a moment.

But those eyes did look at us.

We had decorations of the same color, and we waved our best.

Hot stuff creeping up.

No matter how much they scorned me, no matter how much they scolded me, something that never spilled was telling my cheek.

And I raised my voice and gave the new world a word of celebration.