With a smile on his face, Mr. Nicholas slowly corrected his posture as he took my hand.
Overall, is it a slight impression…? I think the expression "supple" suits me rather than the feeling of being a sprouts child.
He is a man with a skinny, mysterious atmosphere, somewhere glossy or colourful.
Is he a little taller in Aldar? I suppose, but it's never low.
The fact that His Majesty the King is entrusted with the exclusive butler of His Royal Highness the King on his own instructions may be strong by appearance. Or, like His Excellency the Chancellor, brilliant in brains?
There's something I don't know about you, but if that's the case, I'm sure of your identity.
By the way.
He smiles, but you know what?
"... a little short distance? And I'd like you to take your hands off me."
"Oh no, no! The head samurai of the princess's house. Of course I know, but I'm waiting for your name from your mouth, right?
"My name is Yulia von Fundid. Mr. Nicholas, do you mind?
"Yeah. Yeah. Satisfied!
Nico, and that smile that deepened my grin.
I can see you're trying to irritate people, but malicious, because I also feel a little different, I pulled my hand without saying anything.
But without letting go, Mr. Nicholas lifted it gently and dropped another kiss on the back of his hand.
"... what are you going to do?
"No, no, it's a lady rumored to be an iron mask, but we talked about growing up in a royal palace, so I thought you were just very beginner. But I was struck by the fact that not one of the upsets could be done."
"Really? Again. Hands off, please."
"Yes, sir."
If I say it slowly, he finally let go of my hand.
How creepy of you to inadvertently take a step back, two steps back and laugh at Ni again, but apparently Mr. Sebastian intimidated me.... What is it, like a boss cat intimidating a wildcat who plays pranks?
I feel very different.
Mr. Sebastian took a brand new handkerchief out of his chest and wiped my hand.
Yeah, how about that, too? Thanks, I'll borrow it, I'll wash it later!
Totally... strong, his guess hasn't come off, but it's not an exaggeration to say that I grew up in the royal palace, and it's also true that I'm a beginner. There is no reason to tell you, so we decided that it would look good without putting it on your face as usual and without wasting any words.
"Awful, I can't believe I treat you like I'm dirty! Hey, Grandpa."
"Bug spit runs.... Well, that's why this guy is still like me. Please don't hesitate to let me know if I can do anything about it. We'll sanction you here."
"Yes, sir."
"Nevertheless, this one remains a dedicated deacon after His Royal Highness Prince Wang reigns over this. There's also a reason why Yulia bothered to give us an introduction."
"The hero father and daughter (Oyako), that is very difficult to handle. I hope His Royal Highness Prince Wang will remain calm until he enters the Baum family, especially without his sister Princess getting caught up in strange things."
Without breaking his grin, Mr. Nicholas spins his words like an actor who even utters something in front of me.
I don't know if that's frigid anymore, maybe on purpose... but he's this kind of person with a habit.
I can see in the atmosphere that you're Mr. Sebastian's grandson, and you couldn't explain it in detail around there, and that neither of us seems willing to talk, but he seems like a better person not to be very close anyway.
"But the hero's son, who would otherwise not have been so close, wanted to contact Sama, the head samurai of the princess's palace, for a moment. So the reason is apparently in her lover's Kingsguard knight or something? Besides, the Kingsguard is the fiancée of Her Royal Highness, her brother! This already sounds like a fate prank, hey!
"Nicholas, come on. You're going too far around."
"Heh heh, good. So isn't it, because this is such an interesting cot. It wasn't? Well, I'm proud to say that I'm basically a man who does everything for the royal family. Therefore, depending on the behavior of the hero father and daughter, I was wondering if you could help me, and I wanted to say hello first through Ojiisama."
Put your hands on your chest and lean your little neck, laughing beautifully sturdy.
The glossy black hair put together in the back is more than just the women's hair there.
Maybe if I didn't know anything, I'd get the impression that you're a handsome, constantly smiling butler with threads, and as far as I'm concerned, I carved this guy into the odd category because of this first contact.
"And aside from the heroic father and daughter thing, as far as I'm concerned, I find you personally interested! Yeah, actually, my hero's daughter, I was just getting interested in her, too, and I wanted to talk to that lady who looked close to her, but, oh, I was interested in something different."
"... Really?"
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I have no taste in people's things. [M] But call me whenever you feel like it? I'll spare you as much as I can for you!
Nicholas, come on.
"Hi, good. So isn't it important that we deepen our rapport a little bit like this?
"Yours, that's more about watching your opponent's reaction than about deepening rapport."
Nothing seemed to move in Mr. Sebastian's harsh voice either.
Why is he so weird because he flaunts his shoulders and laughs at me?
"Tough hands. Don't you think? Miss Julia (...)"
"I'm not going to be as close as they call me by name"
"Oh, no, some guys burn better if they don't twitch, right?
If you say that in a glossy voice, I guess there will be some girl who feels like she's been dictated and gets to the top.
I thought so, but I won't be fooled! I mean, there's too little element to be fooled.
'Cause it would be, in this conversation, "Oh, I'm hot...!? ♪ There's no such thing as a mistake. ♪ I'll use it. If my hero father and daughter hit me badly, I'll be in trouble. It's a situation I'm told.
"... I understand what you're doing. Now you've greeted me, and now I'm going to apologize. Is that okay with you, Mr. Sebastian?
"Absolutely."
"Good day then. I hope I never see you again."
"I'm always looking forward to seeing you."
Hilarious, his hand waved.
I felt like a smiling face, but I'm sure it won't, and I wasn't funny inside, but I was told to put it on my face, to put it in words - and I decided there was nothing there, and I walked forward.
I didn't look back when I heard voices containing laughter.
"But I might come to see you. Julia!"
Don't come.
I just have a feeling there's gonna be some extra rubbing!