In a Different World with a Smartphone

"Ha, nice to meet you, Your Majesty! King of the Kingdom of Paloof, Ernest din Paloof, sooo!... Ha, I could tell..."

In the courtyard of Paloof Castle, the boy, who stood so at once to tell him his thoughts of death, exhaled as if he had lost his mind immediately.

You seem very nervous.

"Nice to meet you, Your Majesty King Paloof. King of the Principality of Brunhild, it is the Hope Moon Winter Night. Thank you for allowing me to make this sudden visit."

"No, what, this way!

A gentle token, the boy king of Parouf shook his head with a bumble as he panicked. You're one big reactionary boy at a time.

I heard she was 10 years old. Is that lower than Su? He's about the same height though. The boy king had cut off his blonde hair and wore an incompatible dress and a bright white cape on his body. Clearly, it doesn't look good. The feeling of being dressed is bursting.

"King Parouf was looking forward to seeing His Majesty the Duke. Because you always listened to me."

When King Leanier Cloud, who was beside me, spoke that way, the boy king hid behind the woman who was beside him as he turned bright red.

I smile with a troubled face, and the woman lowers her head to me smaller.

"I'm sorry. She's a little familiar... so please don't be offended."

"No, I don't mind."

This woman is Lucienne Deere Palouf. As the sister of the present King Paloof boy, he is in the midst of King Leanier's Cloud.

Same blonde as my loosely wavy brother and jade eyes. To be honest, I'm not the very type of beauty. Okay, but someone with a hobby vibe somewhere.

There is no rose-like mess, no sunflower-like strength, no lily-like-like sophistication. Shall I say a woman with the simplicity of a tampon, if I may? Wouldn't you notice if you were walking under the castle dressed as a town girl?

"Look, you have a favor to ask His Majesty the Duke, don't you? I need to say it from my own mouth."

"Please?"

My sister tells me. Besides, the boy king moves forward. What the fuck?

"Ah, ahhh! Can't you show me the giant soldier!

"... Giant soldier? Oh, you mean frame gear. I don't mind... can I call you here?

I can't just call in another country's castle, and I turn my gaze to the Paloof ministers who were lined up in the corner of the courtyard.

One of them, a gentle looking man in a nearly fifty white robe, opened his mouth. Surely that man is the Duke of Donovan Rembrandt, the Regent...... the brother of the former king, and for both of us it was someone who would hit my uncle.

"I don't mind. Please show it to His Majesty. I was looking forward to it."

I got permission, so I snap my fingers and open the transfer gate in the air.

From there Zung! Chevalier, a gray frame gear heavy knight, descended into the land of Paloof, which appeared with the sound of Unequipped, Normal Mass Production Model.

"Wow...!

Paloof's Boy King looks up at the heavy knight Chevalier and solidifies.

Operate with a smartphone to let the heavy knight Chevalier kneel on one knee and open the cockpit hatch. A lifting wire hook on the side of the chest came down to the front of me.

"Do you want to see it on board? It's just annoying, so I can't move it."

"... Huh! Ha!"

Hold the boy king, put his foot on the wire hook, and automatically ascend to the cockpit. Ernest, king of Paloof, sitting on the seat, was squeezing the frame gear joystick with his sparkling eyes.

Is there, after all, a boy's longing for these robots and vehicles, even in different worlds?

"Now His Majesty the Duke defeated giant beasts and crystal warcraft, didn't he? I wonder if I can fight on this..."

"Excuse me, but you can't do that. It takes a lot of training to get through this frame gear. It would be tough not only to manipulate frame gear, but also to have basic martial arts training of its own."

"Ugh..."

King Parouf looks like a typical sprouter from his luxurious body. In fact, he prefers reading books to moving his body.

It's not like we're on the front line because we're kings, and we may not need that much force. But I still think you should have enough power to protect yourself.

"... Isn't Your Majesty afraid of hurting people? Isn't it hard to buy grudges or people hate you for that? I'm scared of being beaten and beaten up."

"... right. I don't want to hurt anyone if I can. But there are some things I can't protect if I don't. I'm more afraid of that. [M] I have no power when I should fight and I cannot protect what is important. I absolutely don't think that's all I want. King Parouf would have something to protect, too, wouldn't he?

"... Yes"

The boy king nods his gaze slightly to the ground. There was the appearance of his sister, who joyfully colludes with King Leanier.

"Is your sister important?

"... Yes. I want my sister to be happy. I know that King Leanier wants his sister as his queen. But I'm anxious. That my sister will be gone. Can I do it as a king without my sister..."

Oh, my God, doesn't this kid know exactly what it is? You're more grown up than you look.

I know that anxiety comes from a lack of confidence, but there's no choice there. I'm just a kid. No, I know kids can have unfounded confidence, but you seem weak. So, this king...

Connecting the castles of Leanier and Parouf with a mirror gate that only Princess Lucienne can get through would seem like a solution to the problem, but it also doesn't seem like such an easy story.

Although dating is progressing on the friendly route, Leanier and Parouf have repeatedly had small clashes on a hundred years basis. If you know that only Princess Lucienne is free to come and go to the two countries, it is not always possible that there will be people who do not feel comfortable.

There could also be rumors from both countries of traitors and spies who said so. It's possible in Brunhild, but it doesn't necessarily work in other countries. Although it is only a matter of possibility.

The best part is that His Majesty the King will be independent, but just can't you do it yet?

I think I have a dependable subordinate. He said he knew people, and maybe he just got the throne and isn't used to it that much yet. Still, he seems to trust his uncle, the Duke of Rembrandt, the Regent.

If I had any confidence in myself, would I be a little more like a king?

"Is King Paloof good at anything, like swords and magic?

"And are you good at it? I'm not very good at swords, and magic is only aptitude for one attribute..."

That's what I said. The Boy King got soggy and depressed. Shit. On the contrary, what are we gonna do with you losing confidence!

Ernesto turned his attention to the outside footage shown on the external camera as he toured his thoughts about how he had followed.

"Ah."

"Hmm?"

I also turn my gaze to the monitor on the side of the cockpit to the voice the Boy King leaked. There was a view of the Duke of Rembrandt, the Regent, and the little girl, standing beside him. Was she there just now... that? Are you staring up at me?

"What about that kid?

"My uncle... a maid from the Duke of Rembrandt, Rachel... he's my fiancée candidate."

Ho ho. I can't even put the boy in the corner. Well, wouldn't it be strange if royalty had such a presence? It seems to hit Itoko as a relationship.

The girl on the monitor had blonde wavy hair, and the black Katyusha was visible all at once. Sometimes Itko will be with each other, but he looks a lot like Lucienne, the sister of King Ernesto by his side. It's like my sister.

but apart from the atmosphere, it looks less sharp and more winnable than the hospitable Princess Lucienne. I've been staring at you the whole time with my hands on my hips.

"How old is she?

He's my age.

Even though I'm younger than Su, that force is amazing in a way...... Wagamama, Tenba, bounce back...... Those words crossed my mind.

"Rachel is amazing. Magic aptitude has four attributes, and sword arms are strong enough to beat adults. As much as they say one genius every hundred years..."

That's amazing. Have you been a gifted child and a Duke's wife, plus a fiancée candidate for His Majesty the King? Well, I'd be tempted to win personality, too. I feel stranger.

Even so......

"Why are you staring at me?

"The... maybe it's my fault. The truth is, I was planning a tea party with her today. But His Majesty the King is going to pay you a quick visit..."

Wait a minute! Does that mean you're mad because they canceled the tea party? I mean, isn't that the spearhead of anger for me too!?

Hmmm...... maybe even doing this here just adds to that kid's anger. Do you want to get off now? I hit the ground with my foot in a tan. Are you upset?

As I descended to the ground with His Majesty King Parouf on a wire hook, a graceful son of Kathusha came over and stood before me, pinching the hem of his skirt with both hands to show gracefully. You're a Cartesian.

"I'll see you first. His Majesty the King of Brunhild. My name is Rachel Rembrandt, the eldest daughter of the Duke of Rembrandt. I am the fiancé of His Majesty King Ernest."

"This is polite."

Fiancée? Ernesto said fiancée "candidate" though. I wonder if it's a decision in this kid anymore.

"We apologize for the unexpected visit and the busy welcome. This wouldn't have happened if I could have contacted you a little more sparingly."

"Uh... haha, shall we decide to do that next time"

Your face is smiling, but you're still mad at me. Damn. Looks like I see a togette on every end of the word. Whisper, you're about to get hungry for interrupting a fun tea party with your beloved Boy King? Well, it's about kids, even though they're genius children, and smiling makes me smile.

"Les, Rachel, the way you put it..."

"What? Is El on His Majesty's side?

"Ugh... it's not like that..."

Akan. If these two marry, the king will undoubtedly be laid on his ass. Isn't it this kid's fault the king isn't confident?

She's a winning lady to watch, and she seems to be strong. What will you do if you atrophy the king of your place?

Rachel was angry with the cloudy boy king, but eventually he slapped his hands on the pong and turned his gaze toward me.

"That's right. Surely His Majesty the Duke is also an adventurer of the Golden Rank? For one thing, I wish you could guide me to Me."

"Huh?"

"I'd like to show you the strength of the famous rumor. Can you do me a favor?

The girl smiles furiously. Are they selling me a fight?