Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry

Breakfast was flattened with pelo, and Leticiel left the dining room early. Where six families get along, if there's a stranger, it'll be wild.

In Leticiel they were totally certified by someone else in red. I lived in a mansion around there a little bit. They are the lord there, about as much recognition.

There was no one to let me in the penetration of whether I could fulfill that, and the families who neglected Drossel never stopped Leticiel from leaving.

Retissiel, who followed the way he came and returned to his room, sits on the bed and looks up at the ceiling.

Too many unexpected events today. I've gotten through the momentum with Nori somehow, but I guess I should sort out the information carefully for once.

First, Leticiel was a princess. The princess of the peripheral kingdom of the world of war, and by the invasion of her neighbour, she lost everything, and harmed herself in the midst of the world.

But somehow, Leticiel was given a new raw as a strange girl named Drossel… it was also probably a fairly stately housemaid.

Leticiel is a realist. That's why I don't tell or believe in unfounded dream stories, but they don't do that all the time.

(............... this isn't like rebirth)

Reincarnation. The idea is that a dead soul will be reborn with a new vessel.

In that rough world, this idea of salvation was enthusiastically welcomed, and the emerging religions that complained about this were disturbed or something.

Of course Leticiel doesn't believe. But that's the only explanation for this situation anymore.

Phew, breathe and fall into bed.

Put aside believing or not believing at this time. Which is because Leticiel is alive now.

As Drossel's family structure, he has six parents and a brother and sister brother at once. It's just that they don't like Drossel very much, so it's practically like someone else.

Only my sister Krista has her name figured out in this. Speaking of other people whose names we know, is it about Luvik, the dedicated butler?

In the meantime, this country called Platinum Kingdom, where Leticiel is now, seems to be at peace itself.

I'll keep an eye out for some bullshit from the princess of turmoil, but apparently it's really peaceful to see how this mansion goes.

Leticiel's common sense is that at least three or more reports on the troubles should have been brought in during breakfast, and the poisonous taste should be essential because Zara was poisoned in the meal.

Most importantly, what you can afford to be extravagant is that you have extra money. That is proof that we are not investing in expensive armaments. In conclusion, this country is not in a state where we have to put all our nerves into armaments.

(... how long has it been since my living days)

When this happens, this is a completely different time than when Leticiel lived. Back then, the wars on the continent were still muddy and the end of the turmoil had not been seen.

Although I don't know exactly when it ended and how many years have passed to this day without reading and studying history books.

I went to the library to find out, and when Leticiel woke up, I heard a knock from outside the room. When I reply, Luvik enters the room.

"What could it be?

"Lady Drossel, it's time to head to school"

To the words that Luvik has spoken, Leticiel shall be Kyoton. Schools...... gardens to learn by direct translation. A place to study something?

"School...?

"Yeah, it's a school"

………

"Lady...... are you sure you're all right?

"Why am I worried?"

That's because you're not feeling well in the morning, and Luvik swallows the words up to his throat with incredible mental power.

After all, his husband has been acting strange since this morning. In the Kingdom of Platinum, royal noblemen and maids are required to attend the Lucrezia School in the King's Capital at the age of 16.

Drossel, who turns 16 this year, is no exception, and just celebrated his admissions ceremony about a week ago. Why is she listening to common sense, which anyone who is a people knows, with a stranger face now?

Levik, who has remained swinging in the morning, felt it was time for his stomach to ache crisply.

Without realizing such a thing in Luvik's mind, Leticiel was thinking about "school" things.

In the time she lived, there was no such thing as a school. Knowledge was spoken of by the ancestors, and there was no such thing as knowledge that others had to beg to teach them.

Ask your grandparents about history and they can teach you as much, and how to use magic can be used in no time if you ask adults who have more experience than you do from one end to the other. Courtesy, reading and writing calculations, and so on.

Rather, it was like telling an enemy country to "kill" each other at the time, such as building schools and bringing together children in charge of the future in one place.

Yet there are schools in this country. Leaving aside the possibility of assassination for now, what if there is no oral transmission of knowledge in this country? What a loss of life then.

Isn't it inefficient to bother telling others that if you ask them inside you'll know everything...? I don't know what to think, but apparently Leticiel has to go to school.

"Well fine. School. Okay."

"... hey! Wait, ma'am!

Luvik calls again Leticiel trying to get out of bed and leave the room intact.

"Anything yet?

"No... ma'am, what happened to your bag? Are you going with your bare hands?

Leticiel looks up to Luvik, who has a somewhat gruesome and rude look on his face.

A subtle silence fell between the two for a while, and eventually Leticiel turned a blind eye and looked inside the room.

Then there was a fine leather shoulder bag on the shelf next to the desk. Waste of luxury in this place again... not a bag...

"Is that it?

"I think so..."

Leticiel can't even tell why Luvik looks so tired.

Walking to the shelf and grabbing the leopard and the bag, Leticiel leaves the room as if nothing had happened. Luvik no longer had the strength to penetrate.

"Well... Luvik"

"Now what...?

"How do I get to the front door?

"What are you really!?

Leticiel looks at Luvik, who screamed and held his head, tilting his neck.

I feel like he's been screaming a lot since this morning. I've been wondering, maybe he likes to scream?

Even though it was a refreshing morning, Leticiel came all the way to the entrance hall, guided by a sleazy-faced Luvik as if he had been up all night for a week.

Out the door, one carriage was stopped in front of the front door. Inside is already Krista and her escort… the brown-haired knight I just saw is on board.

"So long, Miss Drossel, welcome aboard."

"Yeah. Thanks, Luvik"

Still, Luvik smiled at me, still with a flirty look on his face.

Leticiel smiles small at his mouth so that he can follow it, and gets in the carriage.

Leaving Ruvik, who was taken aback, the carriage slowly ran out.

Leticiel watched Luvik through the window for a while, but when the carriage leaves the mansion grounds, he casts his gaze out the window with a cheek wand at the window.

I find the gaze of my sister sitting in the front in a narrow carriage and the escort beside her bishibashi, but apparently they're not going to talk to me just watching, and Leticiel ignored all that gaze.

Outside the window is a busy morning city.

A lady comes and goes to the city to buy out in the morning, and the shops along the street open one after the other. Beside the sidewalk there was also a figure of a man preparing an outdoor shop, and the city was awake quietly, illuminated by the morning sun.

Beautiful city like you don't know about strife, a serene face that seems unrelated to strife. After all, this country really seems peaceful.

Speaking of which, I wanted to live "freely" before I died.

I don't know why I was reincarnated, but Leticiel conveniently decided to interpret that God must have fulfilled my wish.

Eventually, the carriage ran through the cobblestone roads and entered the vast grounds on which the rugged luxurious buildings were built. Beautiful main entrance, strict school buildings, beautiful gardens, I guess this is the Lucrezia School.

So waste that kind of money again...... no, that's enough.