His Royal Highness's cats are very hairy.

Adaline finally returned to the mansion where she was born and raised.

I feel like I've been away for a long time.

For Adeline, who will eventually be queen, such a departure will be the first and last. The inconvenience on the road seemed like a valuable experience.

Grab a hot tub filled with plenty of hot water and relax your hardened body shaken by a carriage.

It's been a long time since I've laid down on my sleeping table and quickly lost my strength from my tired body, but I can't get a sign of sleep to see what's going on. As he wrapped himself around the cloth, Adaline turned aside.

-... Your Highness... will you be all right?

Will the face to face with the king be safe? You won't have to worry about it because it has Aurio on it, but if something goes wrong again...

"... I wish I could have stayed..."

Adeline cannot enter the king's bedroom. Adeline regrets that she should have waited in a separate room.

-... I wonder what His Highness... is doing by now...

Do you like or dislike it and let Aurio lower the plate again? I hope I missed eating on a sudden errand like before and sleeping on an empty stomach...

-... let's go to the royal palace tomorrow.

I want to see how Rutvias is doing and feel safe. I want to know how you are face-to-face with the king, and I need to make sure you ate properly.

-... and then we'll go see Shiva together...

As I closed my eyes and contemplated my plans for tomorrow, my consciousness finally began to fade utterly.

The next day.

A little later than usual, Adaline turned her eyes round to the pile of letters on the round table.

"... what? This."

"It's amazing, ma'am. This is from Mrs Ernst, Minister for Foreign Affairs, and this is an invitation to the Tea Party from Lady Romario, well, the lady from the Cereal family too!

…

All of this is an invitation from someone who has never invited you to a night club or tea party, or been.

"... what... this..."

Only the same words come out.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to hear from the lady the story of His Royal Highness Prince Rutvias. I'm sure."

Millet is sorting the groom and the letter. Probably dividing it up, down, etc.

Since the divorce case three years ago, Adaline had been absent for some reason from tea parties and night clubs, so fewer invitations had arrived naturally to Adaline, and more recently the invitations themselves had been completely unreachable because Adaline had sent an end to end absenteeism reply to even fewer invitations, but also to a samurai rather than a self-written one.

Yet as soon as I got back from the border, this letter.

I guess rumors are spreading that Rutvias likes Adeline.

The nobles who until now viewed Adeline as an 'ornament' began to move hastily, saying that there was no harm in keeping it in. Adeline sighed when it was easy to understand.

"I need to get back to you if I'm going to attend."

"Right..."

"Then the lady, my fellow samurai from the other house, asked me... what color dress the lady would wear at the next dinner party"

"... ah"

I totally forgot.

A dinner party to celebrate the return of Rutvias will take place in the Royal Palace in 10 days.

It was decided long before we traveled to the border, but by then Adeline had been messing around and thought plain dresses, whether it was a dinner party, would suffice. But that's not going to happen. We have to have a dress that won't embarrass Rutvias. You can't even buy a ready-made product this time.

"What do I do, Millet? Do you have a tailor who can fix it up now?

Millet responded with a troubled face.

"Everywhere will be full of reservations… but if it were a request from the Marcelio family, I think every tailor would give priority, right?

"... right..."

But then you'll be sidelined in front of the guest who made the reservation first. I don't want to do that. If you do poorly, the order may not turn to the guest at the end of the reservation.

Adeline conceived.

"... of the Royal Palace... could you ask for a sewing workshop?

Unlike regular female officers, the royal palace is held in the royal palace in anticipation of sewing techniques, and there are professional female officers who only engage in sewing work. Everything from royal clothes to samurai, female officers' uniforms and knights' ceremonial garments is sewn in a workshop filled by these women.

Many people new their costumes in promotions, etc. before coming down festivals, episcopal ceremonies, etc., but at this time of year, they have hands on them.

Adeline is not royal yet, but she is eligible to order costumes to wear on official business as one of the future royalty. In fact, the wedding costumes are sewn in this workshop right now.

"That's a good idea, ma'am.

Millet, too, agreed.

When Adaline washed her face quickly, she changed into the hazelnut dress that Millet had prepared for her.

Hazelnut colors have been worn well before, but I like this dress, although the apricot decorative strings are embellished on the arm area and the aligned flower hats, which are still not flashy.

Low shoulder exposure is one element that makes this dress more comfortable for Adeline.

Millet said as he partly braided his hair over his ear.

"You have to hurry. We need to decide the color quickly..."

"Right... what color would you like?

Hazelnut would be just as bad.

I like the light cherry blossom colored dress, but I wore it yesterday, so I can't wear it to a public event for a while.

"If you're lost, why don't you let His Highness Rutvias decide?

Adeline frowned at Millet laughing like a prank.

"Your Highness is busy. If I bore you with the color of your dress..."

"Why don't you just ask how many colors you like?

"But..."

"It's not uncommon to reflect your preferences in your dress, is it?

"... yes, but..."

Millet puts the flower hat on Adeline's head. Nature and spine stretch are long-standing habits.

Nevertheless, it's been years since I've had an inquiry into the color of my dress.

Since Adeline rarely attends nightclubs, and only wears plain, dark colored dresses, she probably never needed to worry about wearing colors before.

"... Anyway, we have to decide soon..."

Some ladies might check the color of Adeline's dress and place an order for it.

Some of those who have already ordered will be lucky enough to wear Adeline and color. Such a warrant ladies will have to prepare other dresses.

So high-ranking women, a month before public events, decide on dresses, especially if they are also royal, even predetermined dresses to wear every day. A few generations ago, the queen had hundreds of millions of robbers haunting the colors of her dresses every day, and finally some powerful men only wore heavenly dresses.

Either way, the act of dressing 10 days before the ball, like Adeline, is annoying around.

"... Shall I unify the colors of my dress?"

"The dress is important too, but for now, please write back to this letter today. I'm not saying it's all self-written."

…

Adeline stared bitterly at the invitation alongside Zlari. If I didn't write it all on my own, I might get angry that the house I got a non-self-written reply from was insulted. I don't want to be disrespectful enough to make you represent everything anymore.

Asking Rutvias what color he liked was apparently impossible today.

"His Royal Highness Prince Rutvias is attending your meeting."

In front of Rutvias' office, the usual samurai finally bowed his head to Adeline.

"Your previous meeting? Has Your Highness already attended the meeting?

"It is so good to see you. Your Majesty is not in excellent health, so please be present at the Council of Lords and the Council of Lords from yesterday onwards in His Majesty's name."

"... yes"

"If you'll excuse me, Your Highness, I'll bring this man to your room."

The samurai showed the young samurai who was beside him. Looks like a new samurai with rutvias.

"Okay. Please."

Adeline says, the young samurai bows his head deeply with a nostalgic smile.

"Yes, sir."

And he smiled and nodded, and Adeline walked out the long hallway.

"Early return home… Your Highness is in trouble too"

Millet, following Adeline, whispered.

"Right..."

-... but I'm sure we'll be busier from now on.

On behalf of a weak king, and just one prince, Rutvias, various affairs will be concentrated in the future. Furthermore, we must proceed until we prepare for the ritual and the wedding.

Even Adeline is packed with tea parties for official business and socializing in advance of the wedding. Rutvias must be busy enough to turn his eyes. I feel kind of sorry to rely on Rutvias like that.

-... let's decide for ourselves about the color of the dress.

Though we decided so, we all couldn't see what color was good, and Adeline's mood was more cloudy than ever.

Adeline knocked over the door to the bedroom that she was giving to the royal palace.

After the wedding, you will naturally be in the Royal Princess's room, apart from which you are given the possibility to stay if you change or are late in the evening during official business or official events that are interrupted in the royal palace.

Eventually, the sewing lady who came to the room was happy to take orders for dresses from Adeline.

"Your wedding costume just leaves the embroidery of the finish, too, and if it's not a complicated shaped dress, you can have it in five days"

"Oh good..."

"You're relieved, lady."

Adeline snorted at Millet.

The woman has spread the large book she brought on the round table and asked Adeline.

"Will you give up the fabric?

"Ah... no, that's not yet..."

Adeline confessed with regret, but the woman did not mind.

"Now choose from this sample. The mould comes from this sample. It's a good idea to think about colors in conjunction with your jewellery."

To the woman's words, Adeline listened seriously. The Royal Palace also has a jewelry workshop, but I just can't make it to dinner if I order from now on.

"Yeah, okay."

"Considering the time to rework, at least by tomorrow... the ladies in the other house will be in trouble."

To tell you the truth, I want you to decide now on this occasion, it said on the woman's face.

"... Oh, um..."

In a colorful sample, the confusion I tasted at a tailor near the border began to occupy Adaline's head.

I've already found that flashy colors and patterns don't suit me. Wouldn't it be a bad idea to dress in a plain color that suits Adeline in a gorgeous setting like dinner party, though?

"...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

After checking a few other things, the woman thanked him and stepped back.

Most female officers who work in workshops are from the working class and are oblivious to fine demeanor. Some despised the workshop ladies for that, but Adaline always sees them running around busily with tons of fabrics and moulded paper in her dazzling thoughts.

They take pride in their technology and strive to further improve it because they are confident.

If Adeline doesn't decide on the fabric just now, they'll be annoyed too.

Turning a few pages around the sample, Adeline stopped.

Because I heard a knock on the door.

"I'm sure he's the samurai of His Highness Rutvias, ma'am."

Millet heads to the door on a small run.

Has your previous meeting ended?

Adeline looked down at the sample and sighed.

-... I figured... maybe I should talk to His Highness...

As much as asking about your favorite colors, it wouldn't be a huge burden on Rutvias either. I feel like I can't decide forever if I keep thinking about it alone.

Ma'am, Lyle and Deo are here.

"Huh?"

"He wants to say hello because prudence has solved it. May I?

"Yeah, sure."

Adeline nodded, closing the sample.

Adeline smiled and welcomed Lyle and Deo, who reluctantly came in.

"Thank you for taking the time to say hello. Lyle, Deo"

"Not at all. I wanted to apologize and thank the lady in advance."

In contrast to Lyle with a difficult face and a special winning attitude, Deo gave a pleasant voice with a bright face.

"And you look great, lady, your dress!

"Deo! You again... how familiar to a lady... eh"

"Millet, don't worry"

Adeline condoned the sudden millet, but Deo's silence never stopped.

"Shh, excuse me. But lady, it's like the girl who came out of the country is suddenly going to be cute."

"Deo!"

Millet grabbed me by Deo in a ghostly shape.

"Such as comparing a lady to a country girl… disrespectfully enough! Immediately report to the Knights Commander..."

"Shh, excuse me! Excuse me!"

"Mi, millet. Because that's really enough. You know, Deo praised me... and Deo and... Lyle would have helped me, wouldn't they?

"... that's..."

"I won't stop reporting it to the captain, but I probably won't fix Deo's personality when I do."

"... Lyle. Wouldn't you mind holding my shoulder for a second...?

"... ugh. Hehe."

Deo's pitiful face was fun, and Adeline stumbled out.

"I'm sorry. You're rude."

"... it helps the other way when you laugh..."

"I just have to laugh."

"Hehe."

"Totally..."

Millet has a completely frightened face.

Lyle, who can interact with the video with a less moving look and poisonous tongue, and a video that repeats the silence and suicide bombing.

The conversation between the two is quick to continue, and there is no gap between Adeline's mouths. But it was just fun to hear, and I could imagine that the Knights' quarters must be this busy.

The topic moved on to complaining about the long preaching of the Knights Commander for some reason, followed by rumours that the niece of the Captain of Unit V was in love with the Knights of Unit I.

Until then, Adeline also enjoyed listening, but when she heard that the knight of the first unit of the rumor was Rutvias' devoted knight, she forcefully interrupted the story of the two.

"Wait! Hey, are you close to that Your Highness's devoted knight?

"Yes, well... Because I was in the third unit before. Hey, Lyle."

"Yeah, I drank just last night."

"What? Why aren't you speaking to me?

"Then you haven't heard anything about yesterday? How His Royal Highness met His Majesty the King."

Lyle and Deo looked at each other.

"Something..."

"... you don't know?

"Is something wrong?

Millet asks. Lyle then started talking as if it were a continuation of the earlier chatter.

"There was. One of the samurai with His Majesty the King said he had put His Highness Rutvias in His Majesty's bedroom."

"... what?

Adeline stood up.

"Who is it? The disrespectful."

"Until his name... he said he was a young samurai of the year with His Majesty the King. His Majesty immediately called and said His Highness Rutvias finally let him in..."

I get angry. Not really. Adeline gets toned.

"Why did His Highness interrupt your father when he could finally meet him?

"That must be a rumor... stay."

Millet kicked Deo's leg from the side with his mouth flickered.

"What's so awesome!?

"Nothing."

"What's a rumor?

"Ah..."

Deo keeps his mouth shut. Millet said clearly.

"Ladies don't have to worry about the nonsense of the mumblers."

"You know Millet too, don't you? Tell me."

With Millet's troubled face, Adeline perceived that the rumors were not good rumors. If that's the case, Millet will never tell me. Adeline urged Deo.

"Deo"

…

He doesn't try to get his hands off his mouth. Next, Adaline pleaded with Lyle.

"Lyle, please."

"Rumor has it that His Highness Rutvias resents your father for holding you hostage."

Millet and Deo are mumbling because Lyle told them so lightly.

to Deo, then gazed at Millet, Lyle said quietly.

"It is the lady herself, not us, who should judge whether she is in her ear"

Adeline hadn't heard half of their interactions. Because my head was full of rumors.

-... I can't believe there were such rumors...

The young samurai with the king probably worried that Rutvias would harm his father king, who was ill and could hardly move.

That's impossible, I couldn't tell Adeline enough.

I can't imagine what age he's had for ten years... Adeline. If it was a hard, painful thing, it was a long time. Maybe it wouldn't be strange if Rutvias had a grudge against his father.

A ten-year-old boy, the fear of being sent to an exotic country.

He could not even attend the funeral of his mother-in-law.

And his lover, in the end, had to give up for his country.

It's not strange that Rutvias resents not only his father, but also Rude Saxseed.

Everyone who hears rumors will think the same thing because Adeline easily thinks that far.

"While His Royal Highness Rutvias was in his bedroom, he was paid at His Majesty's behest, but nothing in particular, and I heard that His Royal Highness was withdrawn in about four and a half minutes"

"... yes..."

-... I knew I couldn't stand by you...

Adeline cannot enter the king's bedroom. But if I were on the side, I might have been able to do something.

-... why didn't you force me to follow you then...

Rutvias is in a difficult position. I knew it, but I didn't know it was this much. Both kings and anti-imperialists are wary of Rutvias while wanting to take him in.

This means that there are enemies all around Rutvias.

I wonder what Rutvias thinks now. With those cold eyes again, suppose you're freezing your mind...

"... Your Highness... isn't your previous meeting over yet?

"... if it's your meeting, it's over, right?

"... Huh?

Deo repeated it again to Adeline, who asked back.

"He said it was a little long today, but your meeting is over, right?

"You said you'd let me know when your meeting was over, right? Why didn't you let me know?

"Shh, excuse me!

On Millet's sword screen, the young samurai with Rutvias went deep and bowed his head many times.

Say goodbye to Lyle and Deo, and Adeline and Millet are back in Rutvias' office.

Millet found an earlier samurai in the hallway in front of the office. No, he grabbed his arm and folded it.

"The lady was expecting news from you, wasn't she?

"Also, I don't know anymore. Um..."

"Your Highness told me you didn't have to."

The office door opened and Aurio showed up.

"Aurio"

"After your meeting... when you go to your daughter's room... haven't you been there?

…

Adeline fell preoccupied with the answer.

I also thought about going wrong, but I don't think so.

-... could it be... avoided?

The last time I saw him, he didn't look particularly different...

Aurio frowns at Adeline's silent reply.

"That one... please wait. I'll be right there looking."

Anger seeped through Aurio's cheeks.

Adeline hastily hits her cousin's sleeve.

"... wait! Wait, Aurio. Thank you for being so angry for me. But it's okay. They must be breathing somewhere."

"Lady..."

"Fine. Because I know where I'm going... maybe"

-... if it's avoided, there's got to be a reason. If I'm the cause, I have to apologize...

To reassure her cousin, Adaline smiled softly.