The next morning, Knock, who sounded like he was asking about a room in the royal castle, said he was awake, and if he returned it, he would be invited to the dining room.
It must be some kind of frontier, if you cross the door and step into the royal chamber where you can clearly tell. Unlike Her Majesty the Queen in the hallway leading up to the dining room, she is given a light morning greeting and work effort.
I would be a little narrow on my shoulders if I was invited here every time I ate, but I don't intend to blame you here, so I hope you will enjoy your stay. There were words to that effect that made me feel a little spared.
If you enter the room as recommended, Princess Lunamaria will be there dressed elegantly in the morning.
"I'm sorry I called you"
and to ask how this one is doing.
"My sister is busy on that street, so she's always alone in her meals. I'd like to pick it up with someone if I could… I'd be happy to hang out with you…"
That's what I was asking for. I didn't need permission.
Usually we dine together in an unspoken atmosphere at the house of the visiting lord, but apart from being true and false, the impression is quite different if we just say one word like this.
"If it's me,"
I also felt uncomfortable with the person who smiled like a flower.
When I managed to finish my meal time with a bad table manner, I even walked in the garden until I was ready... There are rare flowers that can only be seen at this time of year, and an inviting complaint that is not uncommon in the upper class, goes out into a beautiful garden, prompted by a samurai.
I also think it would be "sunset" if I lent my arm to a luxurious woman standing next to me on Manor Street and walked in line with her small stride. From what Rice said one day, the view of the garden is not the end if you go around. However, she loves beautiful flowers and is taught what flowers are called when she stops there from time to time. This princess has some learning… and even admiration.
—— If this is Bell, this is probably...
This flower has this drug effect. You can buy this for about this price! and. I guess I'll start such a frivolous story or something, blinking my eyes.
Some places seem surprisingly novel to be stepping on the number of places, so if you brought them to a place like this, they would be visibly stiffer and in a direction that would put heat on extra topics like that.
For some reason, I honestly can't admit to being “just illuminating," while sometimes being grand, more thoughtful than anyone else, or showing enough luxury to devote myself (one) to others for free. Because I desperately hide it from people because I feel weird and weak.
If so, would you describe the place as “adorable”...
Although this princess is a beautiful woman, no matter how anyone sees her. Even if I feel an honest favor, it doesn't get hot or anything. If I woke up to a royal woman in the first place, even if it was strange. I'm not talking about disrespect---, I'm sincerely crazy about myself.
—— Weird. Absolutely, it's a crazy story. Bell was 18 in the first place, and he should have been around a while younger.
When I put it on, this princess is definitely about 22 years old. Not much compared to her. He said he was old enough to think he was close enough.
--No. I don't feel that way at all.
I was just in a hurry on the inside, and it wasn't like this.
If you think without a clasp, the princess stops moving.
"... Princess, what's wrong"
If you rush to connect the words.
"No. It's nothing"
and.
After a little love, I left the scene so that there was something untrained.
- What is it?
And there was a gaze ahead. If you look out for this one with your consciousness, there is a single rose (Rosa) that just resembles the Princess's hair color.
Just from behind me.
"Your Rosa is a gift to Lunamaria. It was named" Mother of the Moon ”by the Eastern word."
Perhaps the princess felt ashamed to explain that to the brave, huh?
——— Shall I hand fold a room if you don't mind?
No way can you see only one strain, put the precious flowers of the royal family in front of you, and forgive Your Majesty if the brave man is petitioned, etc. No matter how sweet you say it, you will never do it.
In the first place, why did you bring your princess flowers? and. Presents to the person who apparently left in the light, etc. I don't know the intent of the samurai line on top of no context at all.
I wonder if every brave man can break royal flowers. Impossible, if I shook my head, the samurai seemed somewhere sorry.
"Would you be more pleased to receive your own named flowers to your preferred lord? The princess expects it, brave man."
and.
Even though they say so much, I gradually notice.
Then it's a story you can't do.
Making the princess of one country have strange expectations, etc. To a woman (one) who doesn't even like it in the first place… to a woman who doesn't want to be his wife, he says he can't act that meaningful. I accidentally saw Bell's face floating around, and no, nothing, so what are you going to do, etc... scratching it off. I never once told my youngest daughter that I was really crazy to hold that thought...... If you try and pretend to be calm and let your gaze flow naturally.
"... in fear. What if the brave men of the east had other thought-provoking women... is that what you mean?
"I don't understand at all." The princess's maid, with her eyes on her, shouted at me.
Shake your head (wearing) at the look of the bell floating again, no, so.
There's no such thing as a special woman.
Is it because of my mind that my voice, which I spoke of, strangely plundered and penetrated ---?
The princess looked somewhere discouraged when she saw the person she was looking for come after herself without holding anything. It will look like that too… and look at the woman (one) who has regained her mind. After that, the two of us walked down a long corridor, decorated with portraits of historical royalty, and how respectable their grandparents and parents were. Showing how she misses the past, the princess spoke of her pride.
"I miss you sometimes, but I have a sister..."
I whispered that line, and I really want you to comfort me. Though I felt a bit of an autumn wave in the gaze directed at me. That's not my role, he said. Distract from your feelings in your fortitude.
While I'm at it, it's lunch, and when I connect to finish it, I finally get to work time. An explanation is given after a determined greeting to a woman who is surrounded by a strong atmosphere: the treasure trove manager, who is invited into the room.
"This is the item of this request, found in the royal treasure."
Other items for appraisal are arranged separately.
Stunning designs are scattered, huge even in appearance. Once he takes a strong gaze, then sees the fine jewellery.
"Well, this is it"
And with his mouth, he remembers a time when he had previously touched Rice's divine spear on a princess who had been nearby. Please stay away from me because I don't know what's going to happen. Could you wait here and show gentle restraint, urging the Administrator and the Samurai to stop.
She was the first to expose the air of dissatisfaction, but the brave man comes worried about you, if the samurai explains it in a voice that sounds heartfelt worried. "Well..." he murmurs finely, dyeing his cheeks for some reason and returning to the scene in a very personal way.
You've got enough distance… and if you put the three of them behind you, step by step and close to a giant mirror. A cloudless mirror mirror mirrors itself approaching. It's not sneaky to drop fingerprints here… if you gently touched the edge of the mirror where the beautiful motif repeats itself.
[Magic Mirror (Spiegel): What it Shows]
and an explanatory notation appears.
I felt signs of slight magic absorbing from my touched fingers, and a gentle ripple spread over a cloudless mirror surface. The dim sight, gradually clearly reflected, is a familiar appearance of squatting (uzuma) in the midst of a sad scenery.
Oh, no way...
—— Belle, is that it?
If you let go of your fingers as you flaunt them, scratch off any pictures that happen to float.
I was surprised by this strange reaction, Princess, when you said, "Dear Chris...?" and noticed the sound calling with a thin voice.
"They say this is a“ magic mirror ”. It only explains what it shows."
Though marginal, it seems like something that keeps absorbing magic, so you'll need to be careful. And if you continue. There was an administrator who would immediately write on the paperwork in hand, and yes, now it's work, and he goes to the next product in line.
Bracelets, earrings, rings on necklaces, etc. A street of ornaments and some swords and shields. A portrait with a few abstract paintings and an unknown name. On an old crown, a bunch of bizarre stones. said figurine, and. Explain to the Administrator in silent reading the wide variety of items that have been collected. By the time I finished reading the last one, tea time had already passed, and it was time to tilt the day.
"Tea, if you please."
and. If you insist first that the Lady of the Samurai, who had refrained until then, guide you to a room somewhere. I heard there was nothing for you the other day, but the princess's maid stepped in.
He wants to report back to the Adventurer Alliance once to make sure there are no changes to his next job. If you talk like that, snort reluctantly. Princess Lunamaria, who has obviously shown dismay, pretends not to know, and will be back by dinner, leaving the room early enough.
—— That footage the mirror showed......
What the hell? Think so.
I don't think she's supposed to be arriving in Wang Du.
Magic Mirror... What It Shows... Such a figure should never be what you want, and if so, that mirror is not a "reflection of desire”. It reflects the truth… but because it is an inconceivable sight. I can't drink a chunk of it, but I feel sick grabbing it on my chest.
What we are about to do is transcend the power of the brave. I wonder if I can stick with it a little bit.
if you strive to go with your constant stride so that you feel less comfortable doing it.
On the red stone corridor, where the leaning day plunged in.
—— Huh!?
It was a killing spree from the wrong man.
"... what?"
Can I help you---?
and.
Looking back, if you respond.
"Are you the brave man of the east?"
and. There's a roaring voice from the bottom of my belly.
A man in a copper color, as if he were in danger of escape.
And they laid eyes on this one cold, and confronted him there.