His Royal Highness's cats are very hairy.

"Hey there!? That story."

"What? What?

Millet and his women brush the floor diligently with their eyes and nose tips, and several female officers are blossoming into public discourse with pleasure.

The middle-class women, who are neither the high-ranking women who follow you nor the lower-ranking women who are responsible for the majority of their practice, were mostly the daughters of lower nobles or merchants who ascended to the royal palace with a sense of social tourism prior to their dowry. Because of her lack of desire to be a female officer, she is also less motivated to work, and serious work is about as good as when she serves tea to her Knights counterpart.

There are too many women.

Millet thinks. That's why there are women who kill time with chatter like this. I want them to turn the salary they pay to their youngest daughter. The waste of taxes is also a good place.

That's what you think. Melsa next door seems to be with you. I've been sending cold gaze to the women just now, but the women don't care about that. The women continue to chat.

In the meantime, I want you to step aside. Millet and the others are in charge of the floor.

"His Majesty the King went all the way to Her Majesty's room to see Lady Valvrga."

Millet reacts slightly to Valvulga's name, twitching his ears.

One of the female officers drops her shoulder when she falls short of expectations.

"What the hell? That's not common."

"Here's the real deal. His Majesty the King took the samurai of the workshop at that time..."

"Huh?"

"No way!?

"No way!! His Majesty ordered the samurai to measure Lord Varvarga's legs!!

Millet looked up unexpectedly. Neighbor Melsa and several of her youngest daughters, who were listening to the ladies while polishing the floor, look up as well.

"That means making shoes, right?!

"You're close to the day Master Valvulga goes up to your side room!

Damn and the ladies make a scene, and eventually the topic shifts to a story where one of the ladies has decided to get along.

……

"Hey, did you hear that?

Millet nodded silently at Melsa, who had talked to him in secret.

"I'm finally going to be your sideroom. Happy birthday. Can we eat something delicious?"

……

Millet did not answer. I wasn't listening to Melsa.

The habit of men giving shoes to women when proposing marriage is for rich and poor alike. Millet's mother also took care of the shoes she gave her father when he proposed to her and left them on the cupboard.

If the king has ordered the samurai to measure Valvurga's feet, the purpose can only be to make shoes for Valvurga.

(Dear Valvulga……)

Is it okay?

Is that really okay with her?

Varvarga should have worked a lot to become a side chamber. I should have had a hard time. Millet can't help but be willing to celebrate when he says those hardships will soon pay off.

When you throw a brush into the throw in a bucket full of water, the bash and dirty surface of the water shake.

Millet, who dropped his shoulder, raised his eyes as he sighed.

"... that?

Shadows running across the corridor. Isn't that Valvurga?

He is in a long hurry, pounding the long hem of his uniform and running holding it down with one hand to prevent the flower hat from falling off. I'm not like her boasting perfect courtesy.

Maybe something happened.

Millet stood up.

"... I'm gonna go for a second"

"Huh? Millet!?

Running out, despite Melsa calling it off.

They may skip dinner as punishment, such as throwing out jobs, or they may get paid less.

But Millet was obsessed with chasing Valvurga, and couldn't even afford to think about that. At the same time, it is a property (s) that cannot be considered.

Millet, who always looks at the floor all the time, is not even sure which corridor leads to which corridor. If you lose sight of Valvurga's back running far ahead, you'll be completely lost.

Millet chased Valvurga desperately, through the corridor, passing beside the Knights' barracks and out to places he had never even seen.

It is not popular with its garden surrounded by hedges, and there is one old little cabin that seems to be no longer in use.

"Dear Valvulga?

Millet glanced around in a whisper, but no reply, no one.

(Thought you did come this way...)

They've lost sight of Valvurga.

I don't know how to get back.

"What to do..."

As I was stuck alone, I heard voices.

"... give it back!

It's Valvulga's voice.

(In the shed……?)

I wonder what you're doing in that place.

Millet sneaked his footsteps and approached the cabin.

A peek inside through the gap between the wall plate and the wall plate reveals Valvulga and a few more, the female officer. Varvulga is held by a junior woman on both sides and knelt.

"Grow up. Don't be silly."

Looking down at Valvurga and laughing Couscous is the woman who Millet has muddy watered.

"Give it back! Cristiana!"

Valvulga reaches out in desperate condition, but doesn't reach Cristiana in the end.

"I'm always glad to see your face like this. Hey, how come you have something like this?

It was that blue handkerchief (handkerchief) that made Cristiana flicker at the tip of Valvulga's nose like she was in a hurry.

"This is the Marcelio family crest, isn't it? Why did this come out of your room drawer? Besides, stay in the box with the jewels, even lock them up."

"That's... that's what I picked up!

Valvulga stared at Cristiana and shouted. To that appearance, Christiana smiles pleasantly rather than frightened.

"If you picked it up, why didn't you give it back? You're not supposed to know the Marcelio family crest, are you? You should have grabbed the samurai and sent them to the Marcelio family."

Kristiana shows her handkerchief spreading with both hands.

"Whose could it belong to the Marcelio family? His Royal Highness Prince Richard's chief secretary is certainly 'Marcellio'... but there's no such thing as a 'Marcellio' Chancellor's hand scarf, is there?

Niyali, and Cristiana distort her mouth. Cristiana seemed convinced that the handkerchief belonged to Chancellor Marcelio.

"Stay in the box with the gems, even lock them up," Cristiana said, "but did you fish for Valvulga's personal belongings? Valvulga, a high-ranking woman, should be given a private room. You're no different than a thief, such as walking into someone else's room and searching for his belongings.

Cristiana may no longer be comfortable when she hears that the king will give her shoes to Valvurga.

But Millet didn't have the courage to rebut Christiana's work. The opponent is definitely noble. Millet, who has lived with his head bowed to his nobility as a civilian, is afraid to instinctively turn Cristiana against his enemies.

(Doh... What can I do...)

Millet looks around gratefully, wanting to call for help, but there's no shadow. No, isn't it better for people to come now? If a bad person asks me about the inside of the cabin, and if I am told about it, the position of Valvrga and Prime Minister Marcelio will be in jeopardy. Millet figured that out.

Nothing more than Millet helping Varvarga.

(So, but how...)

The lock on the cabin door was open, so it would be easy to get inside.

But what am I supposed to do from there?

I know I have to take that blue handkerchief back. But in Millet, which is inferior in back length, I didn't think I could take it back, even if I squeezed my courage and grabbed it by Cristiana.

"Decline the story of going up to the side room."

To Cristiana's voice, Millet hurries to peek inside again from the gap in the wall plate.

Kristiana pinches the blue handkerchief with her fingers, turning hilariously over Valvurga's head. Varvulga skewed his face.

"Decline...?

"'You can't go up to your side room,' he said to His Majesty. Then I'll give you back this blue scarf."

It's like turning down a proposal from a king, such as a side chamber resignation. If you do that, you will not be spared from buying the King's unhappiness. He or she may, of course, fall from house to house. There's no way you can do that, such as quit.

Valvulga frowns.

"... because I quit doesn't mean you'll be chosen for the sideroom."

"Not necessarily, is it? All you have to do is ask His Highness the Chancellor to nominate me if you don't want your relationship to be exposed to His Majesty the King."

In other words, it seems that Cristiana intends to threaten Chancellor Marcelio with a story about her relationship with Valvrga.

Valvulga hoisted her eyes and shouted.

"Relationship... that one has nothing to do with it! Don't get that one involved!! He doesn't think anything of me! It's just that I'm the one..."

"It is true that you had the Handkerchief of His Excellency the Chancellor. If I found out that a woman who intends to turn it into a side room has feelings for a pet as adorable as her son... what would His Majesty the King think of that crude temper?

Cristiana saw the faces of the junior women who were next door. The junior women distort their mouths with pleasure, just like Cristiana.

"You'll be angry. Not just about Master Valvulga, but about His Excellency the Chancellor."

"It's normal to suspect intimacy."

"Dismissal, change... if it's bad..."

Imagine the end of a woman's cloudy words, Millet turned blue.

I have heard stories of the King cutting off his corrupt subordinates. When I heard it in the city, it sounded like Tan, a hero whose strong king punished the bad guys, but now it wasn't. I think I saw Valvurga lying in bloody blood on a beautiful, cold floor of marble, and Millet trembles.

Varvulga has a bright blue face too. It may be the body of Chancellor Marcelio that is floating behind her brain.

"... stop! Please... that guy... Fanias has nothing to do with this!

"Then quit the sideroom."

"I will! Because I will!!

Cristiana smiled contentedly as Valvulga shouted. As I signaled it, the women who were holding both sides of Valvulga apart.

Varvulga laid his hands on the spot so that he could collapse.

"I'm glad we had a meaningful discussion. Let's go to His Majesty the King. Quickly resign..."

"... give it back!

Varvulga jumped on Cristiana.

"Give it back! Give it back!!

"Hey, what are you doing!!

The two rub each other around the hand towel and roll onto the dusty floor. The women around jumped out surprised by the unexpected developments.

"Give it back!!

"Get off me!!

A flower hat with a dripping cloth has already fallen off Valvurga's head. But Valvulga shakes her hair and reaches for Christiana's hand towel without putting that aside. It's always an unthinkable outrage from the graceful Valvrga. I guess Varvarga is desperate to protect Chancellor Marcelio.

"Get this woman out of my way, quick!

"Give it back! Please, give it back!

Finally the ladies watching around held Valvurga, and Cristiana tried to crawl away from Valvurga.

"It's not gonna be a sideroom! So give me that scarf back! Fanias has nothing to do with this! Please!"

Valvulga was crying. I cried and still screamed for my hand scarf to be returned.

"Please, Cristiana!

"Shut up!

Kristiana seemed to have no sympathy for Valvurga, and yelled at Valvurga with a cut of gold.

"I can't believe this grabbed me...! What a savage woman!

"Please! Give me your hand scarf..."

Kristiana swayed Valvurga's hand away as she wished.

On the floor, Valvrga falls down.

"You don't seem to know where you stand yet! You should chill your head!

Cristiana and the ladies left Valvurga inside out of the cabin and locked her up.

Millet turns into the back of the cabin invisible from Christiana and the others, hissing his breath.

Varvulga bangs the cabin door from the inside out.

"Cristiana! Cristiana! Open up!!

"It's no use making a scene. People rarely come here. I'll get you out when I'm grown up, so you're thinking about apologizing to me until then."

Kristiana and the ladies walked away, laughing like they had won.

…………

Millet glances at Cristiana's departed corridor from the shadow of the cabin. I saw no way someone was coming back, and Millet jumped at the locked door.

"Dear Valvulga! Are you ok!?

If you don't mind breaking it, I rocked it rampantly up, down, left, and right, but the lock doesn't even frighten you because it's old.

"Doesn't open......"

"... Millet?

From the gap in the door, there was a voice from Varvarga.

"Is it Millet?

"Yes! It's Millet! Dear Valvulga!

"How could you..."

"Worried to see Master Valvulga..."

"... yes... he came worried..."

Varvulga looked like he was kneeling across the door.

"I... what am I gonna do... I'm gonna annoy Fanias"

Varvulga's voice was trembling, and I knew very well she was crying. Millet felt her chest ache when she felt that airy woman trembling and crying on her shoulders.

"Dear Valvulga..."

"... were you listening? I... I'm not really a snitch, am I? That cold-blooded guy only thinks about me as much as a smart little girl... but what am I supposed to do..."

A sad whimper can be heard from across the door.

(…… really)

I really doubt it, Millet wondered. I am not questioning the close links between Valvrga and Prime Minister Marcelio. Valvrga said it was his own one-sided thought, and Chancellor Marcelio said he didn't think of himself specially, but would he really?

As much as borrowing a handkerchief, anyone will.

But how many men have the courage to do it to a candidate woman in the side room?

Will Prime Minister Marcelio, who is at the apex of an upstream society that fails with incredibly small failures, act like he can't help but be suspected of being intimate if he is bad?

Knowing that I might be suspected, I still couldn't leave Valvurga alone, so I gave him my hand scarf.

(…… if so……)

Maybe Prime Minister Marcelio doesn't hate Valvrga.

"... is..."

If there's a gap in the door, I can hear a leak. Valvurga's breathing is coarse.

Millet knocked on the door.

"Dear Valvulga? What's the matter, sir?

"Husband... husband. Ha, I'm just a little bad... ha"

Varvulga breathes constantly. It doesn't look very ok.

"What's not to like?

"Ha... these narrow, dark places... are... used to be locked up by my mother-in-law... ha, I wish someone... hi, I'm alone..."

"So, are you okay?

"Big...... okay...... keho"

I have seen similar symptoms in a whorehouse. The first young whore to take a guest complained of limb paralysis and fell when she could not breathe immediately.

"So, someone... I'm calling someone!

Valvulga's sad voice chased him to Millet, who was about to run out.

"No! No, Millet! Ha, please don't go...... ha"

"But...!

"Don't go...! Don't leave me alone!

Millet was caught in the illusion that it was a young child trapped inside the cabin.

I am hesitant to leave you alone. But soon the sun will set. Then it's dark in here.

"... Dear Valvulga!

"Mi...... millet......"

"I'm calling for help! I will definitely be back! Trust me and wait!

Staring at the plate of doors instead of Valvulga's blue eyes, Millet runs out.

"Millet!!

Varvulga called Millet like a scream, but this time he didn't stop.

I don't know where this place is.

In the direction Kristiana walked away, Millet ran anyway.

But there are no people in the wide corridor at all.

"... how come nobody... Huh!?

Millet wanted to cry.

I don't even know the direction, even though Valvulga is suffering while I'm doing this.

"Direction…"

Millet glanced up from the corridor. Beyond the trees, you can see the roof of the cathedral tower.

"Over there!

If only we could go in the direction of the cathedral, there must be someone there.

As he crossed the garden, proceeded to crawl under the hedge, and slipped through the long branches of small rice flowers, his vision suddenly opened.

"Wow."

"... who?

Beneath the splendid East Room, eyes open with the man who was sitting in the chair.

Millet took his breath.

He was a beautiful man.

Spring young leafy eyes. A golden thread-like forehead on a ceramic white forehead flutters in the wind.

The eyes, nose and peach lips were all perfectly shaped and so beautifully arranged that there was no more.

(This… person……)

The terrace of the great tower looked up with my younger brothers as they were about to be crushed by the overflowing.

A white-faced bride who looked small across the cheer.

"... Leena... Princess Wang... Your Highness..."

"Who is it!!

A knight, who apparently was escorting him a little further away, rushes and pokes his sword at Millet.

"Hih."

Millet screamed small and lagged behind.

The knight frowns.

"Kid? Where did you come in from!?

"Don't be alarmed that you're a child. It's a good year for assassins at a young age."

Several knights stand around the millet.

"And I don't know about assassins... me"

Scared by the sharp sword tip, Millet mumbled.

Then and as he ran, he entered the premises of the inner palace where the royal family lived.

It's a place where you're not allowed to enter without permission. Millet, for example, would not have had an edge in a lifetime.

"Your Highness, please step back."

A dark-haired man urges the Crown Princess. Princess Wang nodded and rose.

"Yeah, Marcelio"

I didn't miss Millet's ear.

("Marcelio"!?)

Millet takes a step forward.

"Is His Excellency Chancellor Fanias Marcelio!?

On second thought, I have no choice but to be cut off on the spot for disrespect, such as not bowing my head in front of the Crown Princess, not kneeling, and naming the Chancellor in the frying phrase.

But Millet was young and unknown by then. My head was full of Valvulga, and I couldn't afford to think about anything else, including being a safekeeper.

The man who was dropping off the king's princess as she entered the building, bewitched by the ladies, turned around.

"... what about you?

"Please help Master Valvulga!!

Millet finally knelt. Put your fingers together and beg the goddess to pray.

"I'm trapped! Hurry up... we need to hurry."

"Where?

Asked by the man, Millet solidified.

I don't know the way back to Valvulga's trapped cabin because of my unscrupulous run.

"Wow, I don't know. Sorry. When, in an unused old cabin... you know, like a storeroom"

Eye on the knight the man held back behind.

"Look. Then why don't you go get His Excellency the Chancellor? No matter how much that guy says Master Valvulga is missing, he should fly in."

"... Your Excellency the Chancellor... Isn't it?

Millet opened his mouth to Pocan.

The brunette laughed softly when she saw such a millet.

"Marcelio doesn't make a difference, though. I am your brother-in-law. I'm Aurey Marcelio."

"Aulay... Marcelio... Dear"

Cristiana said the chief secretary of King Richard Prince was also 'Marcelio', but is it about him?

The man looks up at the sky and squeals bossly.

"I was going to go home early and play with my son... you don't seem to be able to"

The day was leaning towards the western sky, and the clouds were beginning to stain red.