I Want to Become the Hero’s Bride

"The fog (haze) won't go back forever. Do you have any idea?

Sometimes I try to bring tea with me, if I come to the office on an invitation from my sister.

The moment I relaxed into the tea served and the tea treats, I was asked such a question.

If I cut the white (Shirah) with a slightly dodgy but “sorry I didn't know" smile addition, I'm sure there's nothing wrong with that.

"I'm sorry. I have no idea."

He's my sister's important katana. Hopefully I'll be back soon...

Even switching to the look of worrying and continuing the line well, as I thought, my sister exchanges her gaze with the minister and looks sorry.

This is usually the end of the story, but eat rarely today.

"According to his men, he went to do your request and never came back..."

Still not going anywhere?

My sister speaks out to blame.

"Isn't that a mistake in the memory of someone named that subordinate? 'Cause I asked you a long time ago, didn't I? It was a simple favor, and he said he'd let his men do it if it was to that extent. Though I can't imagine him going all the way..."

Let me make an impression that my favor was an "easy one”.

How dare you doubt me? And now I look sad.

Then she sighed and said, "Okay. I'll try to get confirmation from his men again," he mumbled in the queen's face.

Fairness and enlightenment, my sister, who is said to be the queen of reason, is quite sweet to me now.

Even if I get confirmation from my men and my story comes out again, the story won't come around again. If I deny that I'm "different," then my sister will decide the rest and handle it well without bothering me.

With a smart sister, I'm a very happy sister.

No, that's not the end of happiness.

Born royal, I can spend my life in a glorious place, from an early age and until I die. Wishes are for the most part fulfilled, just smile indefinitely into the occasional duties, admired by the nobles by the descending people, reverence.

Everywhere they go, they treat them politely, and some of them weep that they're just happy to see each other.

The kings of other nations only breathe in the patronage of the born goddess, and send eager sentences (fumigations) to themselves or to their sons' wives.

Of course, I ask my sister to officially say no to that.

I can't accept it, but if I gently return it in another sentence, I can easily have a good relationship, and the honest and serious appearance of the “princess” attracts more.

Such a modest effort has united, and it is also a glance among the nobles of other countries that now have no face.

—— Oh, now it's on that guy. If I can help that guy.

I saw that one day in the carriage, that very riddled one.

Leave that man alone, there's no one else to be my husband.

The perfect “me” opponent dropped in love at a glance.

I beg him to be generous with the kings and lords he visited so that he would not struggle.

To be bound to myself one day when I want to be in this country.

If anyone else stinks of the fringe at all, I'll get rid of it promptly by means that I'll never get my feet on.

When a civilian, not even a beautiful, weird woman, was nearby, she had received a report in advance...

He's so pathetic, such as wandering around by a weird woman.

The more you ask, the easier it is to turn it off. That's what I asked for, but I don't have any “over” reports.

“Not yet”? Not yet? And if I was in a hurry, it would be a hassle, said Fog (Hayes).

I'm coming, so please keep this clear for each of these troublesome favors.

Come on, my sister will blame me for my passing, the last memory that I gave back a grin when I was a goddess to a man who gave a bullshit about, etc.

Good, my sister trusted me, so relieve me.

Leave the tea served and stand up in an elegant position when it's time for all.

"It's been a long time since I've seen your sister's face. If you're free again, I'm sure you could invite me to tea, right?

At the end of the day, if you've got a sister's face to think of, this farce is over.

"Please, love yourself, sister... no, Your Majesty"

If you hold the breath of those on the spot with the gratefulness of a perfect minister who is respectful and beautiful, you will unwind the open door and return yourself to the world of freedom.

- Oh, I'm looking forward to it.

It seems that this corridor tells the story of the future of the world you are accustomed to seeing as if it were… glorious.

—— When will that fog return?

The sky you plug in is clear everywhere.

—— Regardless of his men, it's impossible for Hayes to fail.

If I were your sister, I would worry too much.

The Queen of Reason hears and shudders.

How sentimental you are, on one of the easy pieces to insert and replace.

Every time I walk, I know beneath my feet that makes me lighter, Ugh, my grin leaks unexpectedly.

Then he saw "Princess of the Goddess” and smiled at the aristocrat who drowned his head in panic.

The king sister princess of Lagunesia (Ito-hime) awaits the return of the fog----.