I Am a Princess Responsible For Settling Circumstances

Yes, it was. Meeting His Royal Highness Octavia means we have a Knight of Guards on our side - 'Ongarne's Messenger' as well.

So much so that the killing spirit disappeared. Was it judged harmless? Was it because I was an unscheduled visitor?

Ongarne's messenger slipped aside. The messenger was sheltered by His Highness Octavia.

- Is this your lord Octavia?

Is it because of the red and black dress your Highness is wearing? The appearance should not change, but the impression on those confronted was very different.

The fan story I just heard this morning with the Lev bird's wings crosses my back of my brain.

Now, if you had a 'black fan', well, that would be perfect.

Moreover, His Royal Highness Octavia is able to obey the "Messenger of Ongarne".

The goddess of hell and the way she wears it.

Seriously, they're both beautiful, so they just seem like obedient subordinates.

That's it. It's a decision in me.

His Highness Octavia deliberately uses' Ongarne's Messenger 'as an escort.

Kind, watery eyes seem to set me straight.

... trouble. I can't move. Your Highness is suspicious, isn't he? "Ongarne's Messenger," 'cause the killer's gone, but you can't be alarmed. That murderous aftertaste is still piercing my skin.

Wait, wait, wait. Even though I have the great nickname of keeping word from His Highness Alexis, am I glad to speak before Her Highness, without forgiveness?

Is that even something you can say again?

- The Savior was the chief woman. Thanks to this, I was able to name him Guy Peutz for not belonging. But they asked me to prove that I was an Esphere soldier.

"Naturally. Do you have a plaque?

Questioned by Her Majesty the Chief.

Appraisal? Appraisal? Right. Show me the plaque and we'll figure it out. "Yes!" he rushes to explore his body.

"Always... raise it from your neck...?

Here, I remember the tragedy that happened in the barracks in the early morning. Soldiers without rank use a basic, single room for two. I got ready for an early morning patrol and left the room sparingly. But on his way to the rendezvous point, he noticed that he had forgotten his bid and once returned to his barracks room.

... Back, but didn't go in.

The barracks walls are thin.

From my room, there was clearly a voice that I just thought was flirting with.

Son of a bitch in the same room. As soon as I was gone, I was calling my lover to my room...!

For once, it would be the result of your concern for me. Soldiers who normally work are still free time. Normally she is asleep. Even flirting is not a problem in itself.

And I didn't have the courage to step in there. 'Cause you were making water noises too!

I left my bare hands, shut up and turn right.

"Ho, today, I seem to have left it in the barracks..."

- Shit! Whether it's awkward or in the middle of nowhere over there, I should have stepped in...!

Even though you are an Esphere soldier, you do not possess a plaque. Suspicious. That's suspicious... I can't defend myself either.

His Highness the Lady of State let go to fetch the plaque. Is that all...? If I was going back to the barracks, I would be late to tell you all that...

- Wait a minute.

His Highness Octavia opened his mouth for the first time since I arrived in the practice room. His Royal Highness, as it were, said something astonishing. You saw me. That's why he's an Esphere soldier. I went on, what a talk to 'Ongarne's Messenger' and asked for endorsement!

You must have seen it before... No, no, no, no way.

"Ongarne's Messenger" saw me. I remember the illusion of being pierced by eye light.

Eventually, in response to the messenger's response, I drowned in cold sweat.

"Ongarne's Messenger" remembered me.

Silly. On the battlefield, you say? Have you ever seen me on the battlefield?

That battle waged by the followers of the Sazah divinity.

The messenger seemed to kill both the Esphere side and the Sazah divine side, indiscriminately. But the fact that you remember me is that you made some kind of distinction and you were killing me?

I thought "Ongarne's Messenger" was a lunatic. Some people are like a piece of shit who gets pleasure in murder. So join the fight. If the target is the enemy, killing in battle is not to blame. Because if I had caught him on purpose, the majority of the soldiers would be sinners. These are the ones who are strong in battle, for no stray.

And he said it was The Ongarne Messenger that came off.

but from start to finish, if it was sane.

When I saw him on the battlefield, he saw me again, distinguished me, didn't kill me, too?

If so, with what did you distinguish?

You weren't crazy, you had a purpose, you were throwing yourself into that fight?

For what?

Is that your will? Or on someone's orders.

"Well... that it's odd"

I hear His Highness Octavia's soft voice, not intimidating at all, or even intimate, but it doesn't come into my head well.

"Ongarne's Messenger" reminded me that I was the survivor of that battle. And now His Royal Highness Octavia knows.

Is this... are you being explored?

The cold sweat won't stop.

- Denial! All denied!

Your Highness needs to understand that I'm just a miscellaneous fish!

You heard the desperate appeal, Your Highness, and you made no further mention of that battle.

"Matilda. Have you convinced me that he is my Esphere soldier?

I'm back to talking about whether I'm an Esphere soldier or not.

It was...... I've come to convey the message from His Highness Alexis...

"- I can't help it. Guy Peutz, tell me what to say."

My Lady Chief, I am urged.

But I couldn't snort at this.

It was only to His Highness Octavia that I was ordered to tell him. I can't give this away.

As a result, His Royal Highness Octavia took care of it, and I was to undergo a physical examination for now.

"Now give Clifford a physical exam of Guy..."

Forgetting that I was disrespectful, I blocked His Highness's words.

"Because I'm afraid!

Being physically examined by The Ongarne Envoy is like being told to die. My life expectancy shrinks.

His Highness leaned her neck adorably.

"Oh, but there's no one else, is there?

"I would like to ask Her Highness the Chief!

"To Matilda? How's Matilda? I was wondering if you could do it."

"I don't mind...... You're a strange recruit."

My lady chief saw it with suspicious eyes, but I only want to spare 'Ongarne's Messenger'. As the knight of His Highness Octavia's escort, no matter how uncomfortably it subsides, it is truer in me what I look like on that battlefield. I like it and don't want to get near it. I don't want hostility.

- You're exactly like a Lev bird.

While undergoing a physical examination, however, it was also His Highness Octavia and the "Messenger of Ongarne" that really blinded me. Synergies? I have something to attract.

His Highness Octavia took the long sword that had been placed on the platform. I'm giving it to the messenger. Speaking of which, the messenger was not equipped with a sword. By order of His Highness?

His Highness normally touches and holds his sword while he looks heavy...

"Ongarne's Messenger," no anger, no discomfort, received?

Is this real?

"Ongarne's Messenger," for whatever reason, does not let others touch his weapon. That's how we knew each other on the battlefield. The powerful are generally obsessed with their weapons. That's why. I'm not sure if it's true or false, but it was credible. That's not strictly the same as touching - only by being slashed, but others don't touch weapons, he said.

Still, I know if he deposited it with someone from himself and the person he deposited touched his sword.

His Royal Highness Octavia touched the sword on the platform, didn't he? You had it without your permission, didn't you?

You're a knight of the escort, so you put up with it? No, for that...

- Now, "Ongarne's Messenger," it moved.

On the platform, there was another one that was placed.

It's the black fan His Royal Highness Octavia always has.

"Black Fan" I just found out this morning when it's made of Rev bird wings.

All in return, he is plainly handing "Black Fan" to His Highness.

Again as a matter of course, His Highness Octavia received and extended the 'Black Fan'.

Neither of us conveys a total lack of rejection of the 'Black Fan'.

However, the sight of 'Ongarne's Messenger' giving His Highness Octavia a fan made of Lev bird wings is too similar in appearance......

Is that the goddess of hell and his faithful minister?

"Sasha, look away."

"Dear Matilda, Because..."

A young maid, who was an assistant to the Secretary of State, looks at Her Royal Highness and Ongarne's messenger and sparkles her eyes, sighing with a howl.

These eyes... are just like the daughters of the village who were flowering into the story in Love Bana. An eye that brought the coveted lovers closer together, myself like that......

Samurai! You wouldn't!

It's just a strange, horrible sight.

"Really, you seem to possess only one sword"

The Secretary of State, who checked her feet, stood up and told me.

"As declared"

With my physical examination, I am offering the first and only supply sword that I was equipped with to Her Majesty the Chief. No other weapons. The guy with the money buys a better longsword of his choice at his own expense or some other spare weapon.

... I don't have any money, so I put the money on my shoes, not my weapon. We've made a new addition to the worn shoes....... although the Rev bird dropped shit on me.

of the shoe, keep an eye on the area where the shit was stuck.

Disaster……. By the end of the day, shoe, wash.

"Let's admit it's a round hips"

The chief woman nodded heavily.

"But it is against my father's will that I know this."

His Royal Highness Octavia muttered and lowered his face slightly towards' Black Fan '.

I took a breath.

You seem to have fulfilled your responsibilities. I told him what to tell him.

Magnificent music plays in the practice room. Though he speaks in a whisper, be mindful, so that no conversation with His Highness may be heard. I don't know what song it is. When I walked into the practice room, I was stopped along the way, but this song was still playing then.

... right. "Ongarne's Messenger" was removing his long sword because he was dancing with His Highness?

... the dance of death?

I'll take a look at His Highness Octavia. A soldier of the recruit, also of civilian origin, is at such a close distance with Her Royal Highness the Princess. A princess with a refined waist and beauty. Although the atmosphere is different because of the dress, the impression of kindness has also not disappeared.

But - it can't be a glimmer, can it? Behind you is' Ongarne's Messenger '.

It's not just about identity. Don't get distracted.

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My role is over itself, but what's coming next?

"You're a recruit, not a soldier under Alec's jurisdiction, but you got Alec's letter in a short period of time."

But His Highness Octavia gave me a compliment.

In a short time, a letter...?

If I had earned the strength and the trust myself, I'd be glad...

It's not, Your Highness Octavia......

At once, I lost my mind.

I guess I'll have to correct this.

I shook my words and corrected them, but I was saying it, and I've felt empty.

"I'm not dyed..."

According to one skilled soldier, a man's love affair in the military also has advantages. In times of war, cohesion increases, as does survival. Morale is also difficult to lower. You don't have to go buy a woman, even in terms of quenching your libido.

But that's why it stains. Except for the story......

That the guy in the same room was in the middle of nowhere with his lover, so he couldn't hesitate to go back and pick up the appraisal. Things like the wet spot I witnessed on the patrol all the way through my brain.

Give up your views and state the facts as they are.

And returned it to me.

Seeing it, His Highness Octavia opens his clear, water-colored eyes wide and blinks in surprise.

Lovely...... not!

Have you bought any discomfort?

"I remember, too. Guy Peutz."

Are you feeling unharmed…? Instead, did His Royal Highness Octavia remember your name?

"Oh, thank you..."

In a casual tone, His Highness continues his words.

"Speaking of which, it's strange, but when I walked into the practice room, I wondered why you blued when you saw Clifford."

"Well, o"

My heart hits me like a doddly, early bell.

Ahhhh! What a mouth-watering "Ongarne messenger" was.

- Induction interrogation.

"O?"

No intention whatsoever, in the face, His Highness Octavia urges me.

I used to be on the same battlefield as The Ongarne Messenger.

Then His Highness Octavia, naturally, should have the following questions:

How far does this soldier named Guy Peutz know?

You just don't know who it is and you just saw it on the battlefield?

Or do you know that the knight of your own escort is the 'Messenger of Ongarne'?

If I knew...... what would happen?

If I were His Royal Highness Octavia, the mutton fish that knew the secrets of the vicinity would soon end...

No, I don't! I don't know.

I don't know that His Highness Octavia's escort is an 'Ongarne messenger'.

Calm down.

Your Highness's question is only why I blued when I walked into the practice room.

Honestly. Honestly, let's answer.

Fortunately, His Highness Octavia, too, is a name that begins with "O". My neck is still connected!

"-O, His Highness Octavia. It's killing me. I felt killing myself from the Knights of the Guard. Because of that appearance, it's only natural that the Cavalier of the Guard suspects me."

It's all the truth I felt except that I didn't get the word 'Ongarne' out.

... How's Your Highness coming out?

"It's amazing how you can feel killer. I wonder if my experience on the battlefield with Clifford speaks of things."

Mixing praise for me, the subject returned to the battlefield. This is still the real deal!

And he said, "No!" He was screaming.

"I know nothing, so there's one thing Your Highness cares about...! Without any involvement with the Knight of the Guard......!

But the more I say, the more reason I feel like I'm digging a grave.

Your Highness embarrassed me.

Then, calmly, as troubled, he told me.

"I just said my thoughts, didn't I? There's no deep meaning, so you don't have to worry about it. Listen to me."

You're right...... okay? His Royal Highness Octavia?

Don't say anything extra. Isn't that a euphemistic restraint not to?

There is no profound meaning, and the expression is also profound. Doesn't that make sense?

If I flip everything...

It makes deep sense. Mind your own business.... Don't listen to me.

You mean shut up about 'Ongarne's messenger'?

That way, I'll miss it for now.

".................. Yes"

Maybe my neck is still connected.