It Seems like My Body Is Completely Invincible

"Huh? Prince summoned you?

"Yep..."

After a mild afternoon and finishing my martial arts workout in the courtyard, I'm just gracefully tearing. Zach similarly makes tea in the seat in front of him.

(You've gotten very familiar in just a few days, this guy...)

Zach had been busted every time since then, challenging me in the face when I was working out. In the beginning it was an outrage of hostility. He also started to admit about me in a few days, and now it's the end of being declared a good rival.

(A rival declaration to a girl, is that okay with you)

In the last few days of interaction I somehow understood his character. Well, to put it well, it's the type that doesn't hold it in its roots and doesn't think things too deeply, to put it badly, it's just silly. I'm only interested in fighting, otherwise I'm indifferent.

"It was two days later, I need to get my dress ready."

Join the conversation as Tütte, who was holding back beside him, poured tea into an empty cup.

"Dear Mary, did you do something to the Prince?

"Mr. Zach... I've been saying this for a long time, could you clarify if it's a tribute or a tattered mouth? It's kind of creepy."

"What's a tamegucci?

"That's how you talk to them. I thought it was a tattered mouth. It's about me..."

"I'm just calling you Mary because Father wants me to talk about you?

Is Zach what it is? I tilt my neck with all seriousness.

"Enough... do as you please"

I sighed deeply and put my hand on my forehead.

When I'm talking to a kid my age and he talks in a respectful tone, it kind of feels like they're building a wall. I don't like this guy calling me like that, but he had trouble putting his heart in place because he talks in an unexplained way called tame mouth, but he didn't seem to think deeply about it.

(Let's not think deeply anymore. This brain muscle idiot can only be left alone)

"What? Do you have any idea what they're calling you? How dare you call me to the royal palace?"

They talk back, and it annoys me.

Yes, in this country, it is rarely called to the royal palace by name. If there is, all I can think about is when I mess with something. From what I can tell, all of a sudden I feel like I'm being told to show up at the police station, and the tension is down.

"After all, is that what happened during the ritual of the divine?

Contact with the prince was only then, so it's not hard to imagine.

"Huh, I slept outside when my turn was over then, but I hear the prince came later and something happened?

(You too. Is that normal because you're the same age)

"Didn't you say something rude then?

"Excuse me, I'm nothing..."

That's when I realized it was unpleasant.

Yes, he didn't say anything. No words of apology, no words of gratitude.

(Ma ~ no ~ i ~ no! Well, no! I can't believe I got in the way of a royal man, but I didn't apologize, cite, I got help, and I didn't even say thank you! Ahhh! My idiot, idiot!

I hold my head and become stuffy.

"Oh, ma'am, are you okay?

"Oh, I see you've got something on your mind."

There are those who worry about my distressed appearance and those who grin and laugh. The latter is the next workout, busting it.

"Anyway, I have to apologize… I think I'll practice my dirt..."

"What is Dogeza?

As Tütte put it, the dugout doesn't seem to be in this country. I thought it was the most sincere act of an apology.

"Then I'll have to take the confectionery folder or something."

"Are you taking the sweets? Doesn't it make sense because it's not a tea party?

"The sweets are pre-built, because the key is the money to sneak underneath them. How much should I wrap? You may not be satisfied with my pennies."

"Oh... oh, my lady"

"... you..."

When I was seriously worried, the two around me were pulling and solidifying as much as they wanted for some reason.

(Is that? Could this concept not have been in this country either? I thought there was)

Cohon, cough up once, correct your posture.

"No, hey, I'm just kidding"

When tea was served with a clear face, the two lowered their breasts in a ho and untied their stiff bodies.

(Anyway, thank you when I go to the royal palace, I have to thank you... and get away with it before they say anything, this is the only way)

I drank tea and decided to work out a plan for the future and prepare for it then.

――――――――――

And it was time to go to the royal palace.

The squire seemed busy that day as a bummer. I'm not in the army of maids, including Tütte. Not this, or I can change my costume at the beginning. I don't know what the best outfit is when I stand in front of the royal family. I was left at my disposal.

I then embark on the carriage prepared for the front door, dressed in a one-piece dress characterized by a fuzzy and swollen skirt, while embroidered with gold thread on top of the white, which is becoming a trademark color for going out. There was only me and Tütte in the carriage, and when the carriage left, I was taking out the paper I had and repeating the bumps and what I had written down.

"Ma'am, what is it?

"I wrote down my words of apology to the prince on paper, where I practice so that I can say it properly... because I, when it comes to production, don't get nervous and turn my head around"

"I called to make you apologize... I don't think so"

The words of such a Tütte don't even come into my ear right now.

I was so full of nervousness and anxiety.

――――――――――

The royal castle was situated in the heart of the king's capital, surrounded by robust walls.

Crossing the large bridge over the moat, the carriage carrying me finally enters the royal castle. Listening to the interaction between the watchman and his lord, I entered more and more into the royal castle, in no time, and the carriage stopped.

"Looks like you're here, we're walking from here"

As usual, when Tütte goes outside first and gets ready, I go outside looking at the fit.

A few squires on the royal palace's side stood in a clean line about when they were there. I go to a certain room, guided by a maid with a royal palace.

"This way, please wait"

That said, the maid opened the door for me, so I went inside in awe.

Jabbaaaaaaa!

And a glass of water pours down the sink from the ceiling near the entrance where nothing is supposed to be. With all the timing, I was as wrapped up in water curtains as I wanted.

(What's this... development like blackboard erasure falling over my head when I went into the classroom...)

And after the water curtains disappear, I'm standing alone in the wet. Even a cup of washer is enough for me to get a lot wet.

Too much had hardened me and everyone around me.

(Is that it? Could I use this to buckle up without seeing me, the prince?

Such a thing comes to mind before you know the situation, careless me.

(Shall we calm down, Mary... from where the area is still solidified, we all didn't know anything about this. Is that a solo offender? The prince alone? No, it's magic from where the water came from. You shouldn't be able to use magic at our age... then an adult? You're too childish to do that.)

I literally wear water from my head and calm down I think about it for a while in the same position I am.

(Oh, speaking of which, can I disable "attack" magic? Then this is "life" magic. So the possibility that we can do it too, but from the amount of water, should be a fairly skilled user...)

The more I think about it, the less I know.

"Oh, my lady! Are you all right!

The first person around me returned it to me was Tütte. He approaches me and is furious to bring towels to his squire around him when he realizes he has nothing to wipe.

(Thanks for being as angry for me as you are for yourself, Tütte)

While I thanked her, I stopped looking for the killer and missed this opportunity and went into action.

"Tütte... let's go home. I can't see a prince dressed like this..."

Lie down softly, I whisper, but to the extent that I can hear it around me, I turn my heel back.

(You may be rude to the prince, but I didn't bring you any clothes to change, and it's a legitimate decision, is it?)

A squire on the side of the royal palace returns to sanity and I leave this place with Stasta before he stops calling me.

(Well, whatever... I don't know where anyone is, but thanks for the chance to buckle!

I was in a gutsy pose in my mind, but the appearance was a bit of a worrying feeling while leaving the royal palace behind.

That night, when I heard the details of the incident, my father went to the Imperial Castle in the form of anger, let's not see it.

There's no way you can get in the royal palace and run around looking for the killer... is there, My Father?