How To Live In A Different World

The time goes back, about three months ago, just before George headed to the dungeon.

The location is one of the rooms of the Royal Palace of Musfa.

Not really, a girl sighs with a cheek cane on the table in a small room that she doesn't think belongs to the princess.

"Huh. What shall I do?

A loud sigh and the voice of my heart are out as if I were talking to myself.

Convenience oriented furniture is placed in the decoration of the elegant rooms.

Her name is Charlotte.

He is the eleventh princess of the new kingdom of Musfa.

"After your work in Ares' city, I thought I'd finally put a paragraph...

One letter spreads before her.

(I don't like it! To marry an uncle like that fat gamma!)

She had a meeting with Allen, son of the Marquis of Garm.

I met him once at a royal party.

He's a slightly disgusting person in his mid-thirties who has a weird way of laughing at his beard.

We haven't set a date yet, but the Royal Family has selected a candidate for son-in-law.

(Finally, is it time to come? It's starting to work just as I imagined.

"Huh."

She has lived hard in the royal family so far.

There is a reason that the room does not feel decorated with qualities.

Although a princess, her status is low within the royal family.

From around, there are a lot of things that slap the pussy with civilian exit, concubine children, rise, etc.

I have received such criticism from my childhood.

As a result, we have tried to be discreet within the royal family.

The room is two smaller around than the other siblings, and the interior decoration is a bit better than that of a princess, which is something quite qualitative about this child.

Furniture items are also the only ones that emphasize the minimum convenience required.

The number of maids supplied was also low.

Thanks to that, I could do most of the dressing and things around me myself.

This and that is also the result of Charlotte's own thought of not making as many enemies as possible.

Charlotte thought a little and took out the pen and parchment and started writing a letter.

◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇

Dear Sir,

How have you been?

You're already in the fall sky, aren't you?

It's been a while. Mother.

There has been one bad thing and one good thing lately.

The bad news is, he was kidnapped again.

The moment I suddenly thought my security was diminished when I went on an inspection of the city of Ares, I was exposed to a threesome.

However, this time, if I'd been quiet, it would have helped for now.

So, there's a good thing.

One adventurer-style cool man helped me on the move when I was exposed.

Plus, he left on the spot without a name, without a reward!!

Ha, how nice of you.

I'm looking for that person right now, but it's a situation I've never found.

It's been a lot of trouble lately.

Sincerely

Charlotte

◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇

Hey, it's the content of a letter that seems retarded, but Charlotte regularly writes and sends recent developments to mothers living outside the royal family.

Charlotte's mother was a maid who served in the royal palace.

She was a civilian, but quite beautiful, witty and resourceful daughter.

Seeing it, the king liked it and became a treat.

Immediately, Charlotte was born.

However, the royal family is full of rattlesnakes.

Sometimes the civilians came out, and when Charlotte was seven years old when she was snored from all over the place, her mother broke down.

Seeing it, the king decided to prepare a mansion in the city a little further away from the king's capital and let his mother live away from the royal palace only in the name of sick care.

Charlotte lived hard in the royal palace by herself.

The pleasure was enough to exchange letters with my mother, which I send regularly, and to send my mother the gratuity I receive from the royal family.

Charlotte basically lives inconspicuously in the royal family, so she needs very little money.

I am sending all money to my mother because I am in the way even if I have it at hand.

What is in Charlotte is about a pen and parchment, a book for studying magic and a magic wand.

Where Charlotte is finishing writing and cleaning up around,

Tons.

"Yes, which one is it?

"It's Buster. Would you like some time?

"Please wait a moment.... Please, come in.

The man who entered the room was a middle-aged, fat glazed man with slightly thinner hair on his head.

"Dear Buster, what can I do for you?

The man known as Buster is the Viscount, the boss of the image strategy for the royal family currently carried out by the Royal Palace.

He is, in a way, a thankful man for taking me out when Charlotte was living a shaded life in the Royal Palace.

"New, we've decided where to inspect. The next city is Kelm, close to the King's Capital.

"You're close this time.

"Yeah, you must be tired of traveling around lately, so this time we were close.

"Thank you very much.

"No, more than that. I gave it to you the other day, did you see what the pageant was about?

"What, yeah, um... I guess I'm still getting married early, huh? It's something that some places haven't inspected yet...

"Uh-huh, Lord Allen, son of the Marquis of Garm, is the next Lord. Perfect for the family, they think it looks good on you?

"Well, yes, Allen said that she was wonderful, but even if she said she was a princess, I probably didn't know the world, so I thought it might be too early.

"Really... Well, the next visit to Kelm is close to Garm's territory, so what do you say we meet there once? Then why don't you make up your mind?

(If I see you, isn't that the end!!!

Charlotte is heartily upset by Buster's words, but she doesn't show them to her face and continues the conversation.

"... yeah, well, you're right.

"Thank you, then, for moving forward in that direction.

(Huh. What shall I do?

As soon as Buster finishes the conversation, he leaves the room.

After dropping off that exit, Charlotte retrieves and adds to his earlier letter.

◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇

stretching

Finally, the day has come.

At the next visit to Kelm, we made a pageant with Allen, son of the Marquis of Garm.

◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇

When Charlotte finished writing the letter, she ordered the maid to deliver it to her mother.