She looked cute when she turned red, wanted to break her great look, and deliberately touched her. Nica, who grates on the way, really doesn't get tired of watching.

The beginning of it was my - Raphael's eighth birthday.

My father, the king, suddenly said this.

"Raphael, it's time to talk. You have several candidates for fiancée. Some of the ladies are already familiar, but the head is the eldest daughter of the Duke of Roses, who has never been here. I'll have her engaged to one of them, including her when she turns ten."

It's a world where political marriage is the norm, so I'm not going to object to it, although it's not intentional. But it was surprising that the person who didn't even know his face was the first candidate. I don't care where you talk, I hope you're better than the girls who just make noise. If you're smart enough to talk to me, I'm still happy. The appearance... clearly I don't think it matters that much. A crowd would suffice. You might want to see him once or so.

I picked up the picture and checked it out. The kid's name is Veronica-Roses, and he has straight black hair and red eyes longer than his shoulders. I don't expect much from painters because it's common for them to draw so much cuter than the real thing. If you're similar in this half, you'd be beautiful for a child. Of course, I will also bear in mind the contribution, asset status and family structure of the Duke of Roses.

Fortunately for me, what I saw once is immediately understandable. For this reason, I have never had trouble studying, swordsmanship, or equestrian lessons before. That's what we all thought it was, but I recently learned that it's apparently a little different from people.

The opportunity to meet Veronica is to visit as soon as possible.

My father's sister, the Marquise, who adored me since I was a little girl, decided to stop by the Duke's house on my way home to celebrate my aunt's birth. I am easily targeted because of my magic, and I have to dress up as a girl when I go out until I am ten. Even then, naturally, she looked like a girl.

I talked to my aunt who knew what was going on, and she said, "Why don't you keep coming home?" It was suggested. That's more like seeing a fiancée candidate as usual.

Even if I'm used to it, I'm embarrassed to see you this well for the first time. So as soon as I snuck in and saw how it was, I was thinking about going home. My aunt guarantees my identity. [M] The Duke and Aunt Roses had been close for a long time, so they wrote me a letter of introduction and let me hold it.

"You're a girl, so you're my niece, okay?

I remember regretting that my aunt was apparently more ridiculously amused.

My first impression was shocking.

A painting of the garden of the Duke of Roses's house, the first thing that popped into my eyes was a brunette girl...... butt. He stuck his head halfway into the implant and seemed to be watching the other side.

"Hey, what are you doing?

I spoke out of the blue. She turns around in a hurry, her eyes dark and red as ruby with a hazy, beautiful face.

- Oh, is this the Veronica? My fiancée is prettier and more adult than she looks. Though he's still a candidate, he looks smarter than the girls his age coming to visit the royal palace. I lose my word for a moment in the eyes that I'm about to be sucked into. I tried to open my mouth again and she answered first.

"What... kind of. I'm busy, will you stay out of my way?

Digging at the great way of saying it. Of course, I was careful not to put it in my attitude. It's because of my mind that I looked like an adult, and the contents are still children. I guess I don't know how to be polite and can only talk childish.

"Hmm?"

But I'm here because of you. I decided to observe her. [M] The child who makes strange moves, when he turns to me, once again says it in a prestigious way.

"You know, this means a lot. It's going to grow into a grand story later."

I wonder what you mean by just peeking into your garden. What is a grand story? That day is her birthday. Maybe that means you get a gift that's bigger than you've ever seen.

But seeing the child's serious expression makes me think. [M] What if what she says is true, a foretaste where important things happen -?

The unknown world is always exciting. It's going to be a good time for me to already acquire higher knowledge. I think so and pretend I admired her words.

"Really? Wow!"

Then she took care of herself or named herself.

"My name is Veronica. My eldest daughter in this house. What's your name?

Yeah, you knew that, didn't you?

'Cause you're my fiancée candidate.

Good as expected, I have myself somewhere in the ho. But I haven't decided yet, so I can't give you my official name while I'm out. After thinking about it, I decided to give you my nickname when I was a little girl.

"" Well, in El!

Surprisingly, words overlap.

How did you know my name?

They didn't figure it out. It just so happens that I came up with that name.

So Veronica in front of me is surprised to see her big eyes open. I was laughing when I realized how cute the look was for the year. Veronica laughs the same way.

That smile is so beautiful, I was unexpectedly in love.

- Hey, Veronica. Let's be friends first.

That's what I tried to say, arrowhead, she opens her mouth first.

"Fine, El. You, I'll make you my apprentice. From now on, help me."

Totally unexpected words, I forget for a moment what I am like as a girl.

"... eh, apprentice? Isn't that normal there, my friend? Well, not if you're available."

The voice of the vegetarian leaks out the truth. I didn't reveal my identity, so I was wondering if the Duchess' girlfriend would be angry at all my stories. Veronica, by the way, swallows her anger, though she is musty. And he told me to keep an eye on my sister-in-law as soon as possible.

Though I will explain the characteristics that I have blue eyes on my silver hair under the name Sophia, I have studied it and know it. But from what I've seen with my back stretched, there's no one in the garden near the mansion.

Veronica panicked when she found out she didn't have a sister-in-law. More importantly, you blame the prince - this me. I have no idea what she's talking about. I've never seen a situation so incomprehensible. Curiosity inspires me, and I ask her questions.

"Hey, how come the prince comes out?

The answer to that is increasingly unexpected.

Veronica told me that she had memories of the past… before she was reborn here.