I Am a Princess Responsible For Settling Circumstances

That day, at the training ground, the princess of our country stepped in.

His brother, His Highness Prince Alexis, reacted quickly.

Immediately realizing what Her Royal Highness looked like, she let her face shine,

"-! I'm going to say hello to my sister. You need to rest until I get back."

He walked under His Highness Octavia. To this leopard, no matter how many times I look at it, I doubt my own eyes.

Because I usually do. Hey, Alexis.

- And many of the fears, working as archaic counterpart to the sword of His Royal Highness Prince Alexis, a recruit, I decided to be exposed and dispersed from part to a fierce, apparently romantic gaze of jealousy.

Irrational......!

Hey, you guys, that's why I'm not nominated for training by His Highness Alexis!

On the way, I found a colleague who said he was taking a break, so I decided to talk to him a lot.

Even so, my sister-in-law is the one whose eyes go.

First, Her Royal Highness the First Princess Octavia. He is sixteen years old. I'm a princess from a local village. It's different from the women in the village from what they look like. Light watery eyes on silver hair. She looks more adorable than sweet and flashy.

Sounds very sweet. It seems as if the ideal princess statue has been embodied. Now, he heads to his brother, His Highness Alexis, and smiles kindly. His Highness Alexis also relaxes about his sister as much as we soldiers see what it is like not to have the usual affection.

No, with my brother-in-law.

"That. Come on... that's it, isn't it? You're the same person who was in that battlefield."

A colleague who was looking in the same direction as me shrugged.

Don't say that. You remind me of my mother back home.

My colleagues are from civilians, just like me.

Quite a difficult road awaits for civilians to be recruited by soldiers serving in the royal castle.

Conne, money, strength?

The guy who doesn't have any of them, weird story, but before he becomes a regular soldier, he just has to do some credit on the battlefield. Most civilians die as abandoned pawns, so long as they survive, they become feats.

Both my colleagues and I won this fourth way a narrow gate as soldiers serving in the Royal Castle.

A year ago, we took part in a battle against the country waged by the followers of the Sazah divinity on the side of the national army. Sazah Shinto was the first religion with many followers in the Esphere, but due to his defeat in this battle, he also discovered an unprecedented scandal, which greatly depleted his forces.

The best part is that the leader of the Sazah divinity was killed. This determined the victory of the National Army and was a major blow to the Sazah Divinity. But strangely, the country is looking for a leader killer who is supposed to be a useful actor to punish.

Well, there must have been a dirty deal between the country and Sazah Theism that the civilian population couldn't imagine.

... There was a man called 'Ongarne's Messenger' who took part in the battle. It's a self-named name. I don't know if it belonged to the country, or to the Sazah Divinity. Because he was killing soldiers on either side.

Ongarne is a hell of a thing to come out of Sazah divinity. It is also the most bitter and harsh fictional land in hell. And the name "Ongarne" is also called "Ongarne" in response to the discovery of the scandal of Sazah divinity.

Anyway, someone referred to the man as an 'Ongarne messenger'. A messenger who invites you to hell.

Me and my colleagues saw The Ongarne Messenger on the battlefield.

And - on that battlefield, the knight of His Royal Highness Octavia's escort is the two men who were supposed to be called 'Ongarne's messengers'.

I nodded.

"Seriously, you're in person."

"... How far do you think His Highness Octavia knows?

How far?

It just so happens that we know the face of The Ongarne Messenger in the first place. So I also don't doubt that you're a biological person. but there are verses where 'Ongarne's Messenger' is getting abstracted, away from the land where the war took place, and the more time it takes.

A mix of several places of work, created existence and.

Even a nobleman laughs with his nose at the story of 'Ongarne's Messenger'.

What about the royalty?

His Majesty the King, His Royal Highness the Queen, His Highness Celius, His Highness Alexis.

Then - His Highness Octavia.

No way, though, Your Majesty wouldn't know.

... It's also about whose initiative the 'Ongarne messenger' is at the helm of the escort knight.

Than His Highness Octavia knows nothing...

"You mean you know and you pulled it into your hand?... with that rumor?

It has been whispered that the leader killer of the Sazah divinity is - "The Envoy of Ongarne".

Believe it or not, it's a common perception.

His Royal Highness Octavia is a sweet, ideal princess. However, since he became a castle worker, he has heard that that is not all.

If His Royal Highness Octavia, knowing everything, had invited the worms in the lion, his heart...

I shook my head. It was contagious, and my colleagues trembled.

"As it were, well, let's not imagine it weird. Sometimes it's someone else's likeness. Maybe we remembered it differently."

"Oh, yeah."

I decided to get on with what my colleague said. Perhaps the knight of His Highness's escort is not the 'Messenger of Ongarne'.

... I don't believe that at all.

Colleagues also overlap words.

"It was either a mistake or a mistake to be an escort to His Highness Octavia!

But here I am, I'm stuck.

"- Nevertheless, Your Highness Octavia is in charge of making the final decision on the escort choice, isn't he?

"... right"

Failed. I'm going back to scary stories again. Let's not be afraid to talk about it.

"That's right. Hey, think about it. Time passes so peacefully with a guy like that as an escort?

"Ongarne's Messenger" became an escort to Her Royal Highness for a month...... something like that? It's going on.

I insisted forcefully.

"Behold, His Highness Octavia is surrounded by peace itself. There is no bloodshed. No suspicious deaths in the castle."

A colleague snorts deeply.

"... Indeed"

"For no harm, it's still good."

Anyway, right now, we're in a much closer, much worse position than the Ongarne messenger.

"Well, the 'messenger' hasn't done any harm so far."

I got my consent.

"-But to jealousy from the bastards,"

"There is a great deal of harm"

I finished the text, in the order of my colleagues. The two of us looked tired and nodded.

Our topic shifted from "Ongarne's messenger" to factional issues within soldiers.

- This is a matter of life and death.

We have no choice but to emerge here. The villages are different, but they've been sent out swinging major players. If you want to return unemployed - you will be wiped out of the village class. I rather scattered it on the battlefield, and it would be better if it were one of the sights and dancing. A splendid grave would also be made for the village.

Even if you continue to work in the castle, it is better to remain a soldier than to return to the village. Salaries are also sinister if you don't have some class. Even if I can marry, my wife can't support me. I can't really buy a house in Wang Du. I'll live in a dormitory forever.

To avoid such a daunting future, as a soldier in a castle, the problem is standing.

Where can I put them together so we can emerge as civilians?

The vast majority of soldiers are followers of His Highness Celius. That one is charismatic and you are excellent yourself.

But hey......

My colleagues and I belong to a unit assigned under Your Highness.

Even though I passed a soldier serving in the royal castle, I still have an apprenticeship period.

Once you have completed your recruiting training, you will work under the jurisdiction of your desired Highness.

Hope, if not so much, passes.

It's time to graduate from the apprenticeship period.

Two choices: His Highness Celius or His Highness Alexis.

His Highness Octavia is not in there. Because I'm a woman and I'm not supposed to fight on the battlefield in the first place.

As a soldier-led general, you can choose whether you want to serve or if you want to remember your face in the future. Normally, the average soldier doesn't even have the opportunity to speak to you.

... Me and my colleagues, His Highness Alexis, I have things to talk about, and I often work with people in training, but this is an exception. According to the circumstances of His Highness Alexis, we are, for one, a little unconscious from a soldier of aristocratic origin because of our civilian origins.

"As for the force map, it's overwhelmingly His Highness Celius, isn't it?

colleagues say.

Exactly. He's the next king, and it doesn't mean he's tough on civilians. Except.

"But His Highness Celius already has an excellent minister. Besides, the aristocratic class, the powerful."

I made the facts pale. It's not just a stretch of identity, they're in full swing.

Noble, excellent. Civilian, excellent.

Which is advantageous.

What's more, he's noble and outstanding. Civilian, reasonably normal ability. Which one will emerge?

"There's no room for civilians to devour, Lord Celius."

My colleague's blur was also my blur.

"- After all, Your Highness Alexis. Depending on our efforts, we can expect to be born."

In the end, this is our conclusion.

"Right. His Highness Alexis is excellent, too. We don't even care if we're civilians."

"Oh...... but"

I mumbled.

His Highness Celius cannot be separated into identities. But His Highness Alexis, because he cannot separate himself into identities, does not mean that even civilians do not care.

I pinched the hoard, and finally I said off.

"... the problem is... men make fine love to each other, noble class consciousness"

And from those guys!

Of the soldiers who fall in love with His Highness Alexis, the obstruction, harassment, and jealousy that is so full of harm!

If His Highness Celius already has a lover, this will not happen. Unique to His Highness Alexis.

A colleague said something horrible.

"- And if we don't get stained,"

I was trying not to think about it, but this guy who said nasty things!

Yes. Some soldiers are from nobility. Yes, but there are more civilians when it comes to absolute numbers in the first place. Civilians, even the soldiers who were born, are there.

- Common as civilian romance is heterosexuality.

When we were in the village, romance between men was a minority.

Yet this is how you come to the King's Capital.

We were a better minority!

And the soldier from the civilian... The soldiers from the civilian population who continued to work for the Royal Castle, who should not have been immune to romance between men!

Most of them have a mouth where men (or only men) can talk!

In that sense, "you guys anyway..." What a warm eye to be seen by senior civilian soldiers!

Of course, there is no such thing as a female soldier in the Esphere. Speaking of soldiers, they're all men!

Scary. Too scary.

I can't stop my body trembling.

With disrespect, I know how His Highness Alexis feels.