I Shall Survive Using Potions!

"That's right, I'm getting a little nervous..."

Marial, who has been acting quite thick so far, seems to be getting weaker as the main entrance to the Royal Palace approaches.

After all, no matter how temperamental you are, you're only a fourteen-year-old, pre-adult girl, so can't you do it? Here's one thing, suppose I inspire you......

"It's okay! Master Roland taught you a lot, didn't he?

"Yeah..."

Because the Marquis Celidrake is in the same carriage, he has to talk like a servant.

And Marial blushes a little when she hears Roland's name.

Yeah, Roland joined the journey in the name of an escort, but that's only nominally, yeah. The truth is, "Make me the guardian knight of the goddess Caorle, a certain noble person," he introduces Marial. The francette feels the same way.

So for Marial, Roland is much better than himself.... No, the fact is, you're right.

And because it's something that sparkles in vain, Marial says, 'Poop!' Or something like that, I have no choice.... Yes, there's no choice. Even if the francette gets a little grumpy because of it......

So, what Marial taught from Roland, naturally, is a number of "The Depths of the Showdown Against the Royal," such as "How to Embrace the Royal Family," "How to Take a Quality from the Royal Family," and "What the Royal Family is up to in these cases".

There's a Roland presence that's useless in these tokos and when it's going to help!

It's your only turn, make sure it helps!

That's what I said and encouraged you to say, you were so hectic, Roland.

I wonder why. I said I expected you......

Anyway, that's why pre-education and Q&A simulation training is perfect. Roland is still leaving messages today with Emile, Belle and Layette, but when she said, 'I'm sure Master Roland is watching you from behind the grass leaves,' Marial snorted and tightened her expression.

... No, it's nothing. Roland isn't dead, but Marial doesn't know anything about rhetoric in Japanese, so I guess he just received it to the point of 'watching over me from somewhere'.

And here we are, the royal palace!

The main entrance, by means of a carriage with the family crest of the Marquis and the Marquis family, is a facial pass.

You know what it feels like, and then at the head of the Marquis, go to the waiting room for a glimpse.

There are a few clients in the waiting room, and apparently we'll be the last.

... I guess the others are going to just get it over with and spend the rest of their time on Marial.

Today, Fransette, like me, is a good samurai. Divine Sword 'Xgram' is inside my item box.

Well, you can't take an armed escort to see the king, can you?

One second is enough for me to get my sword out of the item box and give it to Francette. Exactly, it won't mean things change dramatically within a second.

... Here, Fran, you're a samurai now, so don't be so flimsy and wary!

pretend to be a topo samurai......, topo samurai (j) - woman (jo)...... shut up!!

And the sight of the others is over, Marial's turn.

Marial and Marquis lined up, me and Francette lined up a little rear of it, looking down so as not to see the king's face, shrugged......

Ma, this is just an oral exchange event, and they're going to have real talks in a separate room after this.

...... of course. I don't think a conversation plays out with someone like this, fluttering in a lavish chair on the stage, and having fun with one knee on the floor.

And a while later, a real face-to-face meeting began, not a stereotype exchange, in a relatively small, calm room that didn't seem to be much of a use for official bee talks or anything.

When we were passed to the room first and waited as we stood, then the king and a few people… the minister or something… entered the room and sat down. The order of entry is the opposite of when you look at it, but is it obvious? You can't keep the king waiting.

"Well done for coming..."

And then, after I sat down, I hung up on him and said something about us... or the king who saw me and Francette standing behind Marial and the Marquis and let the words cut off.

Yeah, there are unexpected people, so I guess I was surprised.

... Naturally. There's no way a samurai can follow me here. It is normal to wait in the waiting room.

Of course, the guards who guided me tried to lead me and Francette to a separate room.

But when Marial refused it and the guard insisted that it was no good, he tried to return his heel (bits) and go home, telling the guard who was in a hurry to hold him back, 'Report to Your Majesty that you' drove him back at my discretion '...

No, it's the most hasty dialogue that people work in these bureaucratic places have, 'I guess you take responsibility' is...

When the guard, told Marial so, turned to his colleague in a hurry, … the guard of the colleague had already taken a distance of a few meters to become acquainted.

No way, you won't be able to go talk to kings and ministers about where to guide the samurai. Or even if you go and ask your own boss for instructions, 'Think for yourself about that!' They'll just say.

... Yeah, because you wouldn't want to take responsibility for it. 'My men did it on their own,' because I would be able to avoid responsibility. I know you're going to get a little slapped for your people's lack of education, but it's far better than taking full responsibility.

… so in the end, the troubled guard chose to lead us all to the room as if nothing had happened.

The guards in front of the room were totally through.

And the Kings, who do not know such circumstances, did not think deeply, thinking that they would have adjusted it beforehand to the person in charge for some reason.

That's right. Who thinks that there are aristocratic girls who, without any prior rooting, threaten the guards to forcibly take the samurai during their meeting with the king, etc!

Anyway, Marquis and Marial are urged to take their seats. Me and Francette, naturally, refrain from standing behind Marial.

Francette seems to be thinking, 'When you sit down, pulling out your sword and slashing you is a one-tempo delay' or something.... No, I won't! If the king slashes me, I'll arrange a nomination...

In the first place, the sword is in my item box, though.

"... I'm sorry to hear about your parents and brother. As a nobleman, he was a fine man..."

I have heard from Count Maslius, a foster parent, that the king has said appropriate things, but that his predecessor Viscount Raifel had little knowledge of the king.

Well, maybe we've met face-to-face with greetings when we replaced them, or with a big ceremony or something, but it's something suspicious whether you remember the lower nobility of the region or not, too.

But, well, I wouldn't feel bad about being complimented by my parents. Even if you know that's just the right compliment.

With a strange looking face, Marial lowering her head.

And after having an unusual conversation for a while afterwards, the king finally cut to the point.

"Its determination to inherit the will of the Father and protect the territory and the people while being a young woman, Heaven and Heaven.... But isn't that a little heavy on you now? I wonder, then, if this monarch will be the guardian of this monarch and protect the House of Viscount Raifel from the elephants!

I'm here, I'm here...

But the Viscount Raifel family belongs to a faction led by the Marquis Celidraque with his foster parents, the Earl of Maslius, which means that, unlike the royalty and the temples, he is a faction of merchant proximity.

… which means that this king is making a grand pull in front of the head of the faction to which the Viscount Reyfel family now belongs.

Do you also think that the little girl, who is still oblivious to politics, is weak to the authority of 'king' and must jump when she gets the king's back shield?

But that's all I expected. So Marial's reply is......

"Thank you very much, thank you.... but I would like to decline the matter. The guardian has been the foster parent of my Viscount Raifel family for generations, we ask the Earl of Maslius to do so (therefore) …"

Naturally. Whatever the Marquis Celidraque is, there is no way Marial can betray Count Maslius.

But the king, too, even if he did not know about the relationship between Marial and the Earl of Maslius, might not betray the sending parents and factions so easily, perhaps as much. Until then, the next attack arrived.

"So, what do you say we get engaged to Non's son?

... I haven't heard Marial at all... or I'm going to ignore Marial's will and so on and gobble up what I want. You insult me with a junior nobleman's little girl. And, no matter how weak, even assuming total disregard for the existence of the Marquis Celidraque, the head of one faction and head of the Marquis...

"Your Majesty, Viscount Raifel has just lost his family..."

Exactly, no matter how much his opponent was His Majesty the King, the Marquis, who seemed muddled by his too much fortitude, insanity, sandwiched his mouth, but the King completely ignored the Marquis' words as well. And I tried to keep talking more...

"My name is His Majesty's son, and surely His Royal Highness the King, who will be 48 years old, and his brother, Your Highness the Second Prince, who will be 45 years old? I thought you were both already married...

Is it a mistress or some kind of invitation?

Smile and give it back Marial.

Yeah, of course, I'm looking into the king's body.

Even when it comes to princes, if the king lived long enough, then some princes are middle-aged or old.

Speaking of princes, not everyone is, like, young and cool, you know. A bald, belly-up, middle-aged prince, or something...

And Marial's right index finger is bent.

Wow, he's angry. He's angry! I feel like I see blue muscles in the comet...

So, you're gonna do it?

No, that's right, the explosion will be bad on the king opponent here.

It's gonna be a coup, isn't it?