His Royal Highness's cats are very hairy.

When I look at Adeline, Rutvias can't help but get irritated.

That attitude that frightened me all the time.

It seems unreliable and very unlikely that the Queen will serve.

It did not look very much like he was aware of the responsibilities and duties incurred in marrying the royal family, but also the Prince Wang.

-... what have you been doing for the last 10 years?

I know you've been educated to be a queen, but it's obvious, isn't it?

Were you just thinking about the gentle and beautiful prince without even opening the textbook?

Imagining the sight, the black clouds and sprouts soak up Rutvias' chest.

Especially irritating Rutvias is that Adeline just leans over and doesn't look at Rutvias properly.

When I see Adeline laying her eyes down to escape Rutvias, I can't stand it anymore.

If you don't like it that much, I wish I could keep it away myself, but I didn't feel like doing that.

Rutvias was also annoyed at himself for unconsciously searching for signs of Adeline. What the hell do I want?

Frustration turns words and gaze into pricks, and there is a strange vicious circle of Adeline leaning down in fear of it and Rutvias irritating it again, but Rutvias could hardly realise it.

It was last night that Rutvias finally realized that he apparently had a problem.

Adeline, who scolded the knight directly from the front, did not seem the same person as her, who usually just leaned down.

An eye that looks straight at Rutvias, appealing for the commutation of that knight's sentence, who was even more disrespectful to himself. The black eyes, where intelligence and upbringing reside, fully understand their position and their responsibilities.

What has she been so far?

Rutvias finally thought that he might have been scared of himself for taking off the cat.

Indeed, it was bad that soon after a reunion close to an unlimited first meeting, he hit Adeline with a stinging rage of eight.

The opponent is a true, deep-window maid. It's also natural to be frightened of being suddenly stared at and poisoned, even though you've never spoken properly to a man.

But Rutvias tilted his neck. Hell, I don't even think it's all my fault.

Because her attitude to asking about others' complexions does not change for anyone but Rutvias. Why kill your breath so you can hide? I wonder why I lean down. As if to embarrass yourself.

Rutvias suspected that it was also a circumstance in which something was involved, but there was no such thing as opening the lid.

'Cause my face is plain! So I'm sure the knights are having a hard time remembering!

On Adeline's semi-crying face, Rutvias unconsciously blew out.

-... so you were leaning down?

At the same time I was convinced, honestly, I was frightened.

Hi, Adeline doesn't seem confident in her appearance. No, I'm more ashamed of my appearance than less confident.

Indeed, Adeline does not fit into the general conditions of beauty. But it's never a clumsy amount, and it's hard for Rutvias to understand, such as being sick enough to despise himself.

Something like a tense that fades with age, like appearance. Nothing but fools, such as being swept away by such things.

But a woman is a mysterious creature that binds her corset to the point where she finds herself having trouble breathing because of her stiff beauty.

Adeline in particular is young.

If Adeline is seriously worried about her face shape, she did something sorry for blowing it out. Plus, consolation was pretty bad.

In an effort to apologize for that, Rutvias invited Adeline to Shiva's stables that she was interested in Tenma.

Sometimes my attitude has been scattered though, and only time has passed without really grasping the incentive to apologize.

-... after all, you couldn't even have a conversation-like conversation...

Rutvias sideways dropped off Adeline's hindsight as she was escorted away by the knight.

"... Am I interrupting?

"Huh?"

To the words of the Chancellor, Rutvias returns to me. I can barely read the letter I was given.

"A quick invitation. Thank you on behalf of my daughter."

Rutvias looks down awkwardly at the Chancellor, who bows his head deeply.

Speaking of which, the minister in front of me was Adaline's father. He was also the one who casually told me last night that Adeline wanted to see Tenma from an early age.

Rutvias firmly wears the cat back on and smiles modestly.

In front of a mind-blowing prime minister, a little alarm could expose the cat.

"I had time… I wonder if Adeline could have had a little leisure time too. Rain's up, and you're going to be able to leave tomorrow."

Actually, I treat your daughter with a pretty tight attitude, without any penance, Rutvias tried to cut off the subject of Adeline.

But it was once again the name of my daughter that came out of the Prime Minister's mouth.

"Adeline is... that's right, she's just an inside daughter. I have not even spoken to Your Highness or Home Affairs. Please don't hesitate."

The words sounded as if he were telling his daughter to use her well as a pawn in politics, and Rutvias frowned.

I was uncomfortable for some reason. Put it on the shelf that you're hitting Adeline hard.

"... Adeline is your daughter, isn't she?

"I don't know."

"Then why don't you make your daughter happy or something else?

Difficult in the dark, the Chancellor has returned a response with a cool face.

"As a private individual, we have decided to give priority to the position of the public. And my daughter knows that very well."

…

Adeline was pathetic. You will be thrown into a court full of people's faces. About his father, he should be on Adeline's side unconditionally and he can do it.

"... I'm relieved to hear how His Highness is doing. You don't have to tell me how bad I am to protect my daughter."

The Chancellor smiles satisfactorily. It was a soft, serene, somewhere nostalgic look.

Rutvias had many opportunities to deal with him at a young age, but I've never seen such a smile. The famous Chancellor, who is proud of Rude Sachseed, has a strong cold impression of being a strict man.

To that look on the face of the Chancellor, Rutvias struck his inner tongue.

"... you conspired against me, didn't you?

The Chancellor shook his head as Rutvias peered with a sigh.

"No, I meant it. Of course I hope for the happiness of my cute only daughter, but it's up to my daughter to see what life my daughter will lead."

…

It's a trick.

But even if you complain to the Chancellor about it, you must be well smoked.

"And... you're young, but you're too knowledgeable about politics. On the contrary, that seemed dangerous… but there seems to be a side to the emotion. Fine."

……

This meant not only as son-in-law entrusting his daughter, but even as a man of Rutvias as an exchanger.

This is why I don't trust the race of politicians.

Rutvias coughed deliberately, rewinding the letter.

"I'm going back to my room."

"We're here for you."

Behind Rutvias, who walked away, the Chancellor follows.

How hard it is for a cat to wear in front of him. You mean the Chancellor is good at one?

"... and you have already protected my daughter. That's what I'm gonna do."

…

Turning out what the Chancellor was trying to say, Rutvias stopped.

"... I'm in trouble when they say that. It's like I'm doing something fine."

"It's splendid. I want you to tell your daughter how distressed you are to protect her."

"Chancellor"

As Rutvias gazed over his shoulder, the Chancellor responded with courtesy.

"I know. Never for my daughter."

"Yeah, do that"

You don't have to tell Adeline. I don't want to be appreciated, and I just told him, Adeline's bad feelings about Rutvias won't change.

Nevertheless, why did I take off the cat in front of Adeline without thinking about it later and leaving it to the emotions on the spot? It is a hundred million robberies to build such a conjugal relationship in the mood of Adeline, who is now frightened by Rutvias. There's no way I can do such a temperament to myself that I'm short tempered.

Wouldn't it be quicker to let the succession live in the side chamber, or for Adeline?

-... for Adeline?

Rutvias tilted his neck.

Do I care about Adeline?

That would be more so now.

"... just one. May I, Your Highness?"

"... Chancellor?

Rutvias turned around. The expression of a serene, watchful, and then biting his own powerlessness. It still looks familiar.

Fluffy and windy. Rain clouds were flown and the sunshine peeked.

"I'm not asking you to love my daughter. Because love doesn't grow when people tell you to."

Yeah, it may still be foreseeable to this prime minister, such as Rutvias' mood.

Still, is it his decision as a politician to stop at his daughter's political marriage? Or...

At last Rutvias, 20, is still too young to know the mood of a man who served two generations of kings and survived a time of war.

"But my daughter, Adeline, is a daughter-in-law who can see and hold on. Please, just treat her with respect."

Rutvias tilted his neck.

What do you mean by high adeline retention? Isn't it the other way around?

"... doesn't look expensive though?

"Because they are high, they despise themselves. I can't forgive her for not even being me."

I think of my daughter, a human face.

Rutvias finally remembered.

-... Father...

The father king on the day he sent Rutvias to the Empire also looked like this.

Will all fathers who guide their children look like this?

"… I decide to keep it in mind"

"Thank you"

"Oh! There he is!

As he was slightly surprised by the sudden call, and again struck his inner tongue, Rutvias turned to the voice.

The approaching little fat middle-aged man has a nagging and discerning loving laugh.

"I haven't been in your room long enough, Your Highness."

"I'm sorry about that. I'm going back now."

With an intelligent smile, Rutvias drew a line. Be careful not to get involved more than necessary.

The little fat man, the master of this mansion who stays, has been annoying and annoying since yesterday, trying to get to Rutvias.

That's the same with the Chancellor, to hide his discomfort, or he was brilliantly shredding his expression off his face.

"Your Highness needs a letter to be processed in a hurry, so excuse me."

"No, no, I won't allow you time! I'm talking about tonight..."

Rutvias and the Chancellor had no choice but to lend their ears to the story of their grubbing-up master.

-... speaking of which, that was your first time.

Adeline laughed in front of Rutvias last night.

Ever since we met again, I've always seen a crying face or nothing but a makeover laugh. No, that's also because Rutvias was abusing her.

Adeline, who raised her voice and laughed, was like a wild rose blooming in shade.

The humans you find, you can't help but stop. Made me feel like I found something very good.

-... if I let him see Shiva again...

Will Adeline laugh?

Shiva's hyena and Adaline had a bright face.

-... no, isn't that enough?

How about I put you on Shiva? That's Adeline's childhood dream, so she might smile.

But can Adeline endure the uncomfortable flight and height characteristic of Tenma? The only woman Rutvias had ever put on Shiva in the past was turning her eyes to say she was sorry again.

"... so can I plan my dinner that way?

Suddenly turned to the water, Rutvias nodded in the sky above.

"Oh, I don't mind."

Next door the Chancellor peels his eyes.

"Your Highness, are you sure?

"Wouldn't you mind about dinner?

I hadn't heard a lot about it, but if this annoying man is going to be satisfied and grown up, why don't we just have dinner together?

"Thank you! My daughter will be delighted! Then make arrangements quickly…"

My husband was full of joy and left to dance.

-... daughter?

By daughter, do you mean the woman who puffed the perfume she had withheld behind her husband when she picked him up? How does dinner have anything to do with that daughter?

"... Your Ladyship, Miss Hardevich, would you like to have dinner with her if she wanted to speak with Her Highness..."

"... what?

"... I won't stop welcoming your side room... but I also have a royal outing. If you could at least make it after marriage..."

…

That's definitely the kind of rumor you get when you dine with an unmarried woman of your age. That's not good. Pretty bad.

When he hit himself badly, Rutvias finally realized.

It is my wish that there will be more scandals.

Put your hands on your forehead. When thinking, it's Rutvias' habit.

"... if you and... Adaline are also present... can we not manage to take it to the form of a dinner party..."

"... Yes, sir..."

The Chancellor thanked him and went after his master.

Rutvias sighs.

In the meantime, I have to clear my letters. It's going to be a busy day.

-... there's nothing busy about getting involved with that woman.

In his heart, Rutvias hit Adeline again, eight times.