His Royal Highness's cats are very hairy.

The dress, with a light hazelnut color and tonal pattern, is finished with white tea lace with an embroidered hazelnut thread on the hem.

The same embroidery was done on the chest with yarn of the same colour, but the lace has chosen a slightly darker colour. The bold shoulder design accentuates the luxurious line from shoulder to clavicle, which is too well ventilated for Adeline to calm down.

"Hey, Millet. I guess it's a little too much."

In front of the mirror, Adaline concealed her stripped shoulder with her hands.

Millet's hand pays off that hand.

"Don't be grand. It's a lovely dress to take advantage of your daughter's beautiful neck."

It is the two of us who have had this kind of interaction since we were able to do this dress yesterday.

For the dinner party, which began in the evening, after noon Adeline washed her body and hair with water, soaked the emulsion in her face, brushed it to the tip of her nails and tailored it to her thoughts. But in fact, it is Millet who is straining, and Adeline is pretty much at the beginning, pimped to a degree that she doesn't know when it will end, and is milled, but it remains.

"Now we're done!

Millet proudly put his chest on.

The intricately braided hair from the temples to the back of the head is twisted around just above the nod and grouped into a flowery shape, with the pearl hair decoration blinking as if it were morning dew. The rest of the hair flowing on his back was covered with tsubaki scented oil, shining glossy all the time.

"... wow"

Adeline confirmed the appearance by turning the hand mirror she had been given into a mirror that matched the mirror table and rounded her eyes. I have no idea what and why my hair has become such a beautiful shape.

"You, genius. Millet."

"I praise you too much. Lady."

Millet happily humbled herself, putting the same embroidered flower hat as the dress loose over Adeline's head.

"What if? Are you sure?

Concon, along with the sound of knocking on the door, was heard from the outside. It's a familiar woman's voice. Millet just looks back at his torso and responds.

"Yes? What happened?

"His Royal Highness the Prince seemed to pick you up. How can I help you?

Millet replied again to the woman's voice.

"Yeah, you can come through."

"Yes, sir."

Signs of a female official turn away.

Adeline rose from her waist in front of the mirror bench to welcome Rutvias.

At this evening's dinner party, Adeline is to attend as Rutvias' companion. This is the first time the two of us have attended an official event since the engagement ceremony.

Because of this, Adeline cannot calm down.

Isn't there something wrong with the outfit? As Princess Wang, do you deserve it?

Concerned, anxious and irresistible, Adeline peered into the mirror many times, causing Millet to shudder in a softly pointless motion.

"Lady... a little restless"

"Hey, Millet. Are you wearing a flower hat? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. If you move around so much, your flower hat will fall off."

"Because..."

One person in front of the mirror, watching Adeline twisting and bending her body, Millet laughed huffy,.

"Don't worry, I know how you care about how it will appear in the eyes of your favorite lords. It's beautiful."

"... no. I am worried that I will be dressed as His Highness's fiancé…"

"Yes, I suppose so."

Millet hasn't heard anything about Adeline. For her, I guess Adeline remains a young girl holding her first love for the ideal prince like a treasure.

But Adeline already knows that her first love was an illusion.

In the first place, to be a just and fair queen, you just get in the way of love and all that.

But for some reason, Adaline's chest was squeaky.

As a matter of fact, lately, when I'm being nice to Rutvias, somehow I feel uncomfortable.

-... you don't have to calm down. Because...

They are the prince of beauty.

As dazzling as too much sunlight strikes, I'm sure I am, and Adeline excuses herself to no one that Rutvias' beauty is upon her.

Concon and the door rang again.

"His Royal Highness Prince Rutvias."

"Doh, go ahead."

When Adaline responded directly, the door opened gently and the cutlets and shoe sounded.

Ludovias, who appeared, wore a dark blue coat close to black, wrapped around a grey blue coat. An orange, rarely colored grenade coat fastening shines with its shoulders. The same stone is brilliant under its neck and in both ears as Adeline moves. It's an assortment of jewelry. I was polishing up what I slept in the corner of the royal treasure trove for today.

Adeline exclaimed.

The fine embroidered long coat on the superior fabric, with the yarn of the old bi, has a heavy product, which strengthens the bright bi eyes and blonde hair of Rutvias. The outfit of a Ludo Saxseed man is more determined than in ancient times by the sacred Deep Bea, but as much as I wonder if it was so prescribed for Rutvias, its long coat suited Rutvias well.

Adeline secretly thinks that Rutvias' appearance of judging and walking longer than usual coats must be Rin, and beautiful, and that in front of him the patron saint of beauty must also hide his face.

From behind Rutvias, the woman turned reluctantly.

"Mr. Millet. May I have a word?

"Yeah, I'm on my way."

Millet nods and heads to the door.

Only Adeline and Rutvias were left behind.

Feeling Rutvias' gaze pouring on him, Adeline stretches her spine.

"Um... is this okay?

Rutvias slowly approached Adeline, but for some reason he didn't say anything.

-... why aren't you saying anything?

Adeline looked down at herself. I don't know for myself, but maybe something's still wrong.

"... the other day... I thought..."

With hesitation, Rutvias opens his mouth.

"... Huh?

Adeline accidentally looked back at Rutvias' face. When the hell was that the other day?

Rutvias looks away from Adeline as she looks up and says so at first glance.

"... isn't that too much shoulder?

"... - I'm sorry!!

Adaline crossed her hands in front of her chest and held her shoulders.

-... here! I knew it!!

I complained over and over again that I had too many shoulders. It's too late for Millet to forgive me every time I regret that I've been rounded up with something like this.

Skinny shoulders and arms would surely have been ugly. Adeline was shy and still in the mood to cry.

"Shh, I'll get dressed soon! I'm sorry, you're ugly! Excuse me!"

"Ah! No, no! It's not like you don't look ugly or anything... eh, have a cold!

I rubbed my voice up, as Rutvias panicked for some reason.

"Huh?"

"I had a cold... I was wondering if I could catch it..."

"... is it a cold?

"... cold... isn't it?

"... Um... I'm actually pretty warm with my hair down.... It's a warm night..."

"... right"

Both Adeline and Rutvias shut up, losing sight of the words to say.

-... ma, again...

Silence with odd sweetness, like the washroom the other day.

Hard to breathe.

Adeline was worried that Rutvias would hear the sound of her heart striking the early bell if she did it.

"It's Your Time"

There is a voice coming from the hallway, and Adeline is relieved. There are plenty of people if you go to the dinner party venue, and Rutvias and I will be able to interact as usual.

"I'm coming now"

Rutvias replied, turning to the right of Adeline. No heart, or he looks relieved too.

"Let's go."

Encouraged, Adeline stretches her back.

"Yes, sir"

Finally. As his companion, we have to behave shamelessly. Swallowing tension, Adeline attached her right hand to Rutvias' left arm.

"... well suited"

To a whisper so small that he was likely to mistake it for exhalation, Adeline looked up as if it had been played.

"Huh?"

Rutvias doesn't try to look at Adeline with a look in front. Its cheeks are slightly stained as illuminated.

"So, but a cold... huh? My shoulder...?

"Do I have to worry about a cold on such a hot night! I misled you! Understand!"

"Shh, excuse me!

Rutvias' cheeks became more and more red, and he kept his long fingers on his forehead, hiding his face.

"... cutting the front and praising it takes courage.... you can say as much as you want."

I mean, it's not a rhetoric.

Rutvias compliments me that the dress suits Adeline.

"... good... you don't seem to have to embarrass Your Highness"

Adeline breathed relief.

Rutvias faces from between his fingers. Finally turning to Adeline, he was, as a little surprised, then suspicious, distorting his face.

"... you were worried about that?

"Yes. It's always been a pleasure..."

In the meantime, the outfit got a passing score.

In the mood for a slight shoulder load, Adeline loosens her mouth.

Rutvias opened his mouth abruptly, looking down at Adeline like that in silence.

"I know exactly what I want to tell you if I'm in the light of you."

"Huh?"

Adeline doesn't know what Rutvias is trying to say.

Rutvias took one slow, deep breath as he turned back from the front to Adelan like that. It's as if we're going to start with some sort of ritual.

"... To be honest, I don't care"

"Huh?"

"I don't care if another man sees you"

What the hell does that mean?

"... Um... I figured... you should change...?

"It's not!

Rutvias didn't hide his frustration. But from Adeline, I never missed my gaze.

"I'm saying I don't like to show it to other guys because you're beautiful"

Adeline needed plenty of five beats to recognize the word. And the sixth beat. The blood in Adaline's body boiled instantly.

"Become? Yeah?... Ki, what's beautiful... Yeah?

"You're much prettier than you think you are"

-... said it again!

The agitation makes Adeline's eyes black and white, and her cheeks so hot that they seem to burn when she touches them.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa..."

"It's not a compliment. What do you do with your fiancée?"

Rutvias made it clear that there was no mistake.

With an extremely serious look.

"Be aware of that"

"Dj, consciousness? But I..."

The man who said Adeline was beautiful without flattery was Rutvias for the first time in his life to be 18 years old. Adeline is definitely not beautiful. Rutvias stared at Adeline for trying to argue that way.

"Do it! Otherwise I'll be in trouble!

"Yeah?"

Why does that happen? And why is Rutvias angry?

"Ma'am? Would you excuse me, please?

Millet, numbing in the hallway, reluctantly opened the door.

"Mi, millet"

"Well, oh dear. Ma'am, your face is bright red."

"It is. He seemed a little nervous."

Adeline raised her voice of protest to Rutvias, who responds to Millet with a face that doesn't eat anything.

"Yep!?

Nervous, etc., blown up because of someone and no trace.

But there was no one to receive Adeline's protest.

"It's a little hot tonight, isn't it? Let's fix the white powder."

"Please do that for him"

There is no time for Adeline to speak out, and between Rutvias and Millet, makeup modification decides.

-... so, but maybe we should fix it.

In my interaction with Rutvias, my face got hot, and I sweated. There may be a lot of makeup flowing.

Next to Adeline watching Millet sneak off to the mirror stand to pick up the tools, Rutvias poisons him around the tongue.

"Aurio, can you get more annoying things for one person?"

"What's Aurio?

Because he whispered, and spoke quickly, Adeline couldn't hear back half of what Rutvias had said.

But before Rutvias could answer, there was a quiet voice behind them.

"What did I do?

From Adaline's mouth, a scream and heart burst out dangerously.

"O, Aurio!

"No? Did you hear anything? Aurio."

Without showing how he moved at all, Rutvias looks back at Aurio with a refreshing smile.

Nor does Aurio break the usual Buddha top surface.

"Is it Master Left? Sounds like you were my empty ear. Please hurry. You're all waiting."

"Come on, lady. Turn around and close your eyes."

Millet gently starts pounding white powder on Adeline's face.

I didn't realize Adeline, who was closing her eyes, and Millet, who was obsessed with the work.

Between Rutvias and Aurio, sparks as flashy as fireworks, to the fact that they were scattered without sound.