His Royal Highness's cats are very hairy.

Months after the day Fanias petitioned the King to marry Valvurga ready for death.

Millet resigned from the royal palace's youngest daughter and became the maid of the Marcelio family according to Valvulga, who married Fanias.

Millet suddenly became anxious when he stepped out of the carriage and looked up at the house of the Marcelio family, a mansion so splendid that he breathed even though he heard it was modest as it belonged to a clan of great prime ministers.

I can't read, write, and I don't know how to be polite. Such a samurai myself. Not the youngest, but the samurai.

"Um... are you sure?

When Valvulga asked me if I could come with you, I was happy and I said, 'I'm going!' I replied instantly, 'but I should have thought better. If Millet were to fail in front of a guest, would he be bothering his husband, Fanias or Valvulga?

Varvulga answered flauntingly, without constricting to the slightly heavier air of the historic mansion.

"Yes! Millet, I want you to stay by my side. Besides..."

Valvulga praised her newlywed husband, who had come out from behind to welcome Valvulga.

"That cold-blooded guy really only hires people he can trust. That's why this mansion has been understaffed for 10,000 years. Sometimes I think you ask me to do the kind of work that a samurai wouldn't do. I'll give you a raise for that... I'm sorry."

Millet shook his head.

"I don't mind that..."

Floor polishing, laundry, boiling and cooking, I feel confident about that. But Millet was reluctant to learn from himself.

As he spotted Millet's anxiety, Valvulga smiled gently.

"Even if you can't be polite or read or write, you should be proud of yourself. That's all you've got. But if you want, I'll tap into all the manipulation and study. Be prepared."

to Valvulga's words, Millet finally lightened his heart and smiled

The beginning of the winter that year. Lady Leena gave birth to a beautiful prince.

King Albuquerque was delighted with all the jumping up, and he said that the prince named 'Rutvias' cried and slept the most fussy.

"That was a hell of a beauty!

As Lady Chancellor and in the name of Queen Wang, Valvurga, who had seen Lady Leena and Prince Rutvias, spoke that way with excitement.

"It's true that a jewel child is a jewel!

"... Could it be about the frog?

Millet's point, Valvulga flamboyantly ignored and shouted.

"Babies aren't like monkeys!? It wasn't! I was born and never stood, but it was perfectly beautiful!!

Then about a year later, Valvurga caged himself.

"If the baby is a woman, let Rutvias have a wife," as King Albuquerque wished, who had troubled Fanias by saying something so quick, that Valvulga was born with a round, energetic girl.

"How cute"

Millet was mesmerized at a glance by the crushed eyes of the baby held by Valvulga.

The baby smiled, looking lovingly at her little daughter, too, the monkey, what Varvulga had said.

"I named him Adeline. I'll take care of the nanny, but I'm basically going to raise her on my own. Can you help me, too? Millet."

"I'll take care of your daughter!? Do you mind?!?

Valvulga nodded loudly.

"If you will be by this child's side, you can rest assured"

Millet was happy to fly up, but Valvulga looked a little complicated.

Later on, I learned that by this time, Queen Wang, whom Valvurga had grabbed, was feeling a little worse. Occasionally, Queen Wang, who suffers from memory problems peculiar to the old man, had seizures and troubled her surroundings due to the absence of her favorite Valvurga. There was talk of putting her out of the palace, and there was talk of wanting Valvurga to accompany her there. "Grandma" and Varvarga had called Queen Wang a little evil, but to Varvarga, Queen Wang seemed to be close to her mother.

Eventually, after getting lost scattered, Valvulga was to serve Queen Wang again. Go, Fanias said. Don't worry about it.

"... Mother, when will you be home this time?

Millet leaned over to Adeline, who dropped off his mother's carriage to the outhouse.

"You'll be home for your daughter's birthday. Be a good girl and wait."

"... yeah"

"... do you miss me?

"... yeah. What Millet is."

That said, Adeline turned her hand around Millet's waist.

Millet couldn't wait to jerk off as the young girl endured the loneliness in her temper to keep her busy parents out of trouble.

The 8th birthday I've been waiting for.

But Varvarga could not return to the king's capital. Queen Wang said she had a terrible seizure.

Under disappointing Adeline, an envoy came from the royal palace.

Adeline was leaning her neck, but both Fanias and Millet knew beforehand of the Apostle's visit.

Sincerely, Fanias welcomes the messenger.

Before Adeline, the messenger offered a sumptuous square of silk with stuck feathers.

On top of it were small, leafy shoes embroidered with crystal beads.

"Hey, Millet. Will His Highness Rutvias play doll games with me?

Finally, tomorrow is the night of the engagement ceremony with Prince Rutvias.

Millet was clumsy to Adeline, who could hardly sleep.

"Your Highness is a boy, so you may not like playing with dolls"

"But you're kind, aren't you?

Glitter, Adeline's eyes were shining in anticipation.

Those eyes, as well as love and marriage, do not clearly understand the distinction between men and women.

Of course, you can't be aware of the great responsibilities attached to the engagement.

(Are you all right...)

Adeline is a good girl.

Smart, honest, straight.

But there's something a little weak about it. Isn't the position of 'queen' too heavy for such an Adeline?

Prince Rutvias, to whom Adeline is engaged, was praised for his beauty from all over the country, not unlike the words of Valvulga, who said, 'The son of gems is a gem'.

He said he was 10 years old, but he learned to read and write the language of the Empire, and he would do well to study other things. He was also good at equestrianism, bowing, and many called him "The Prodigy" and "The Resurrection of St. Saxony".

"So what does Your Highness like to play with?

Adeline looked in trouble and tilted her neck.

On that pretty face, Millet blows up on me.

"Millet?"

"Excuse me. The lady is so cute."

Apparently 'fiancée' for Adeline is not very different from her playing friends.

"Why don't you show me Tenma?

"Tenma!?

Adeline jumped up on the bunk.

"Yeah. Your lady would love a Heavenly Horse, wouldn't she? Please, why don't you let me see you?

"I will! Hey, can you ride a Tenma?!?

"What do you think? Her Royal Highness's Heavenly Horse is a pony that still doesn't have wings."

"You must be adorable!

smile and Millet narrowed his eyes to the delightful Adeline.

Millet never thought that young, pure black eyes would eventually stain the color of pale love.

Having fallen in love with Prince Rutvias, Adeline began to make more and more efforts by then.

Courtesy originally included imperialism, economics, and history. Every effort, Adeline did not fail.

But things changed after the war when Prince Rutvias, who studied in the Empire, said he would dissolve his engagement with Adeline. The surroundings mocked Adaline, and Adaline trapped herself in her own shell.

(You can dissolve the engagement)

I looked at Adeline leaning down and circling her back, and Millet thought so.

It would make Adeline happier to take her son-in-law out of the clan. Millet knew that Aurio, the son of the dead Aurey and Adeline's cousin, was putting his thoughts to her. Aurio would make Adeline happy. I knew Adeline was still thinking of Prince Rutvias, but if that thought didn't pay off, you'd better throw it away quickly.

In the meantime, Millet consulted Valvrga. Why don't you marry Adeline to Aurio?

Varvarga, who was more worried about Adeline than Millet, talked to her husband many times in favor of Millet. But Fanias didn't give in. Make Adeline queen. Fanias seemed to think that was the only atonement for the late master.

Millet continued to look after Adeline, trapped in the room like a shriveled flower, with the thought of her chest crushing.

Adeline looked pathetic, pathetic, and adorable.

But then things started rolling in unexpected directions again.

"Is it possible that Aurio is not close to Ruto... because he has an uncle?

Adeline sitting in front of the mirror table drops her shoulder like she's in trouble.

Adeline, given intelligent black eyes and depth of thought by her father and chestnut hair and upbringing by her mother, is almost 18 years old.

On behalf of busy Fanias and Valvulga, Millet has taken care of her like a daughter, like a sister. In response, Adaline honestly grew up kind to me.

Millet smiles vaguely as she carefully smiles at Adeline's glossy chestnut hair.

"That's... how does that seem to you?

"Your uncle was murdered by His Majesty the former King... by Ruto's grandfather, wasn't he? So maybe Aurio hates royalty more than rut... What do you think, Millet?"

"Come on... what do you think"

Millet lay her eyes down and gently rubbed the fragrance oil against Adeline's hair. Then the room starts to smell sweet.

Aulay, who laughed softly that his family mattered, is no longer in the world. His son Aurio grew up to be a young man much more like his uncle than his father, one way or the other. Not that there would be any attachment to royalty in the Aurio at all. But there will be other reasons why the relationship between Prince Rutvias and Aurio is sinister.

Millet stares at Adeline in the mirror. Adeline noticed the gaze and tilted her ankle.

"Millet? What?

"... no. It's nothing."

Millet secretly sighed.

Adeline tends to think about things a little more complicated. But things in the world can be simpler than she thinks.

(Cause... must be Miss Adeline for sure)

Why Prince Rutvias and Aurio's friendship is sinister, is.

According to Adeline's story, Prince Rutvias and Aurio, who became his secretary, are clashing frequently. It's hard to think of a diagram of that gentle and serene prince arguing with the secretary, but if it's really Prince Rutvias and Aurio hanging out, then it must be a tense of will between the men touring Adeline.

A few months ago, Prince Rutvias, who had studied in the Empire, returned home.

People rumored that Adeline and Prince Rutvias, who were about to break into business once, couldn't have worked, but betrayed the rumors, Adeline and Prince Rutvias are having a smiling time together.

If you look at it from scratch, it doesn't seem very much like a couple to be politically bonded. Adeline doesn't seem to have noticed, but Prince Rutvias is definitely in love with Adeline.

For such a prince Rutvias, the presence of Aurio, trusted by Adeline and always by her side, would not be interesting. Even for Aurio, as a tutor as a cousin, you must be in the mood to be sidelined by Prince Rutvias for the Adeline you have protected and cherished.

It is inevitable that Prince Rutvias and Aurio will stick together, rather it is unlikely that we will get along, but there seems to be no idea of Adeline.

Adeline assumes that the favor directed at him by Prince Rutvias is obligatory as his fiancée, and mistakenly assumes that the favor from Aurio is a affection for his brother's sister. The humble girlfriend will never think that she is envisioned by both Prince Rutvias and Aurio.

Millet glanced at the flowers decorated by the window. The red orange flowers were given to me by Prince Rutvias to Adeline.

(…… Trouble)

The morning that flower arrived from Prince Rutvias. Adeline said a hell of a thing. They want us to find Prince Rutvias' former lover.

Apparently, Adeline thinks Prince Rutvias still thinks of his former lover. And I want to find that lover for Prince Rutvias - which means I'm trying to get Prince Rutvias and his former lover together again.

(Really... the lady thinks a lot too complicated)

Even if Rutvias was in love with someone when he was in the Empire, it's Adeline he loves now. That calorie in Prince Rutvias' eyes staring at Adeline. What do you call that without calling it love? I wonder why Adeline, who is supposed to be looking at Prince Rutvias more than anyone else, doesn't know.

"So, Millet. I knew Aurio would rut about his uncle..."

Adeline is still seriously worried about Prince Rutvias' relationship with Aurio.

"... it's all right, ma'am. We don't seem to get along because we don't hesitate to tell each other."

"I wonder..."

To Adeline with the thought face, Millet smiled brightly and showed it.

"Yeah, I suppose so. Come on, what do we do with the hair today? If you're riding a Heavenly Horse, should you put it together?

Apparently, today, Adeline is promising Prince Rutvias a ride on the Tenma.

An inner Adeline but unexpectedly active side, I've dreamed of riding a Tenma since I was a little girl. The dream finally comes true today.

But Adeline looked more and more troubled.

"... isn't that annoying?

"Huh?"

"Congress is off... but it doesn't matter that Ruto is busy, and if he can't do it for his promise to me... I knew it would be better next time..."

Really, Adeline thinks too much. Such is the bad thing about Adeline, as well as the good.

Millet grinned bitterly, sighing.

"Your Highness promised me you'd give me a ride, didn't she?

"Yeah. But..."

"If His Highness had been unable to do so, I think it would not be for the lady, but for yourself."

As Adeline thinks, even if Prince Rutvias was doing some pushing for today's promise, it's not necessarily for Adeline. Probably because Prince Rutvias himself wanted to have time with Adeline.

But Adeline didn't seem to understand the meaning of Millet's words, which made her father concede black eyes puffy.

"What do you mean?

"Anyway, I'll keep your hair together to an undisturbed extent."

Millet smiled and began to tie Adaline's hair.

Far away, I hear Adeline cheering.

Millet narrowed his eyes as he looked up at the heavenly horse rising high with Adeline and Prince Rutvias on board. Far-sighted, but I could see Prince Rutvias laughing with pleasure as well as Adeline.

"Friendly things"

"It doesn't look like a political marriage."

Next to Millet, Deo shrugged as he looked up at Tenma in the same way.

Meeting him, a knight dedicated to Adeline, wasn't a very good thing, but Millet now thinks of him like his brother. He talks to me a little bit about whether he thinks Millet is like his sister, and sometimes he invites me out. He also plugged me in a treat that was popular in Wangdu the other day.

Speaking of which, Deo turns back to Millet.

"Ma'am, you've recently begun to nickname Your Highness."

"Oh, yeah."

"Well, it looks like Your Highness told me to call you."

"Really!?

Given Adeline's character, I thought it strange to nickname Prince Rutvias, a prince though his fiancée. But if Prince Rutvias urged me, I'm convinced.

Deo fingered, with his own nose head.

"When the lady says' Your Highness' by mistake, Her Highness says she pulls the lady's nose"

"Your Highness did that!?

"I think Lyle saw it."

"Well..."

Surprise. Will Prince Rutvias do such a childish thing?

I feel that Prince Rutvias' words and actions, which I hear from Adeline and Deo recently, are a long way from the 'perfect prince' statue that Millet had in mind.

No, that's why I don't have a millet in my capacity...

Deo looks up to the sky again.

"Wow - I thought you were the perfect prince... something cute isn't it? Feel how much you like the lady."

"Hey."

'You' and other disrespects, but Millet decided to listen to you. This deo has a lot of gossip, and if I was pointing it out one way or another, I'd have to be preaching all the time.

"... what about Mr. Millet?

Millet saw Deo.

He lay his eyes down and was blushing a little. Is it a cold?

"Me? Me? What?

"Is Mr. Millet here without a girlfriend or something?

Why? Millet laughed.

"What do you do when you ask me if I have a lover?

"Yes, no... I don't know if you're here,"

Boso Boso, says Deo.

"Lover hey......"

Millet put his arms together and thought about it.

Millet, too, is 32 years old if you realize it. If you look at the public in his late teens as being of the right age, it's totally up to you.

The younger brothers were all married a long time ago, and their sister, who apprenticed to the tailor with money sprained by Millet, married her trail son there. My parents still work in a whorehouse, but the kids seem to be independent and relaxing as a couple. Millet doesn't have to work for his family anymore.

If you look, someone will give it to my wife this year. But Millet didn't even want to get married that far. I like to hear love stories, and I admire bridesmaid costumes. It's also nice to be someone's wife. But Millet's best is Adeline, and I can't think of anything else. The only thing I can think of is that it hasn't changed for a long time.

Besides, it was worth the effort and along with Adeline's marriage, Millet was also to be able to work as a woman in the Royal Palace. Now that's what I'm looking forward to anyway.

"Adeline is more important than her lover. When I get married, I'm gonna have to quit my job."

For some reason, Deo has eaten up on Millet with desperate shapes, Millet said.

"Fuck, some people go on even when they get married!

"Only people with wealthy parents like that. I need someone to look at my kids."

Most women find someone to marry while working in the royal palace, marry later in their due age, and leave the royal palace. It's not like I have to quit when I get married, but the woman who goes on is a minority.

"So, but! I think it's okay if we work together as a couple! We may have to hire babysitters, but if we work together, we can afford a little financially... Huh!

"Hey......"

Indeed, with the cooperation of her husband, it is possible to continue to be a female official even if she marries. But anyway, if it is the imperial commonplace for a woman to work outside, would there be a man who would show an understanding of his wife's work with this rude succeed?

Millet returns to me. I wonder what the hell I'm serious about.

"Deo. Some people care about women officials?

"Huh?"

Deo rounded his eyes and solidified.

Millet stuffs up to Deo in the mood of his mother.

"Sure, you seem accustomed to treating girls, but seriously, my daughter (this) is a little nasty. Carefully honest, sticky. Okay?"

"... ha"

Watching Deo snort naggingly, Millet pulled himself back satisfied.

"Well, call me if you need anything"

Millet's head is full of when Adeline and Prince Rutvias came down from the sky.

I'm sure you're thirsty, so let's get you some tea. I might as well put a round table in the garden because the weather is nice and make it tea there. We need to get a big umbrella so Adeline can't burn to the sun.

With that in mind, Millet left Deo behind and started walking Stasta.

A while later, Lyle, who was away, approached Deo, pounding, slapping him on the shoulder.

"Clarify me... Deo, you're not even in Mr. Milley's eyes"

Remarkable and trembling, Deo shook his opponent's hand abusively and glanced at him.

"No! I'm not giving up!! I'm gonna flip you 8 years old!

"You liked being older..."

"The only good thing about Mr. Millet isn't that he's older (there)! That face! Character! Perfect!"

Deo looked back in momentum at the building where Millet had left.

"'Be polite, honest, sticky'..."

Spell like a spell and squeeze your fist all the way.

Not even knowing the young knight was renewing his determination, Millet was sorting the tea leaves as he sang his nose.

Then a few days later.

To the Marcelio family, a man came to visit Millet. Called a guest, the person grinned as Millet went to the back door.

Long time no see, Millet.

The hair was full of white things, wrinkles that could not be deluded in the mouth or in the eyes, but the bright smile and voice remained the same.

"... Mr. Dahlia!!

Millet accidentally jumped onto Dahlia.

"I looked for it!! Where have you been?!?

After Millet became the maid of the Marcelio family, Dalia was entrusted to a merchant. As an example, Millet spoke to me so that I could work in the royal palace. Millet had heard from his parents that Dahlia had married the person and became the lady master of a small store. There was a war with the Empire while I wanted to go see him, and then I lost track of Dahlia.

"See, there was a war, wasn't there? My husband's business partner got hit with that, and I can't collect my receivables. Come on. Well, that's how I went back to my husband's country."

"Then... then you can write to me or so"

"You can't possibly read a letter to me, can you?

Saying so like I was angry, what Dahlia took out of the bag she had was a bunch of letters Millet sent to Dahlia at a young age.

"I'm sorry you couldn't write back. But I was looking forward to hearing from you. I can't read it, but I know you're doing fine. But my daughter."

Dahlia looked back.

Once upon a time, a girl the same age as when Millet worked as his youngest in the royal palace rarely looks at the servants who go out with him.

She looked a lot like Dahlia, she seemed smart. I guess he was born between him and a remarried merchant.

Look at the child, Dahlia narrows her eyes.

"She's my last daughter. I have two guys up there... anyway, he's well made. I can read. So I read this letter, and I came to see you."

"So you came!

"No, I'm sorry, but I'm with you. My husband opened his shop in Wang Du again. Yes! Flyers!

The fliers offered by Dahlia are lined up with the type of liquor and the price. Apparently, it's a liquor store.

Millet received the flyer with a laugh.

"Will you make it cheaper?

"The lady in this house will be the prince's queen, won't she? I'm not saying it stinks!

Dahlia shook her shoulders and laughed.

"Here you go!