Since then, Lady Nica has come to see me at a high pace like an asshole named Monday.
Since childhood, Nica was kind enough to speak to me as my brother, who was my brother's fiancée, as being in a position to support the king in the future as the same royalty. For me, who was busier in consolidating the ground than making friends in the aristocracy, in the Ladillo offensive character... no. Maybe he was the closest person in this world. From Nica's side, of course, it would be different.
Because of this, Nica has a stronger impression that she is not only aware of the offensive character, but also a kind person who took care of her. Although there is considerable imprint from other Nika-like fans when it comes to praising each other from the inside.
But Nica's presence could be too much of an obstacle to my civilian life. I'm royal and busy, so I hope you don't come all the way from school to the town at the end of the castle, far from the castle.
"I wonder if you, that often coming silver-haired nobleman, like Fee. Fee, you're beautiful, and hey."
And Michelle, the bakery owner at work, is about to misunderstand me.
I decided to solve the misunderstanding early because the unwanted flag seemed to appear.
"No, Nica comes to see me and makes me feel better... because it's a burden to me."
Nica has been nice to me for a long time, but that's because I was your fiancée. And even now, I'm guessing that other feelings of justice, disgust for Lili, etc. are driving him this far, best of all, the feeling of having to redeem me for indirectly becoming a civilian because of my brother's broken engagement.
I have no heart there to say no. I rather have trouble getting it to happen. Nica just has a nice and good impression that her personality isn't me, and the other conditions aren't very different from mine. Dear Nica, if you go on the route, my happy civilian life will not wait for the end.
"I know you're worried about me for being like my sister... sorry, it's not an interesting romantic story"
"I don't mind that... is that really all?
Mr. Michelle laughs slightly. I smiled bitterly. I'm sorry you're expecting an interesting romance story, but that's all this story is really, really about.
"Oh, you've heard rumors. I like that girl. You're noble, but you're not prestigious, and if you come near the end of the day because of this inconvenience, it's a good thing that you're going to buy us some leftovers and give us a ride home."
That's right, since then, Nica has naturally kept her minimum manners as a stranger nobleman without revealing that she is royal, and has stood around trying not to bother Mr. Michelle or other customers. I have a hard time telling you not to come any further because of that.
I have to wait with my given up eyes for someone familiar to come down from the wrong carriage that stopped in front of the bakery.
"Excuse me.... Sorry, was I interrupting?
Nica, a royal but caring person for the civilian population, sees the air more prominent to Mr. Michelle and me than usual.
… How many of the noblemen can apologize so easily to their civilian counterparts? I know you shouldn't be tasted as a nobleman, and I don't think we should all be, but I personally love people who care about people regardless of their status. Of course it seems unnecessary in contrast to His Royal Highness.
"Instead, we were just talking about the opposite."
Yeah Michelle, you're right, but I didn't want you to say the words...! Besides, the way you put it sounds like I'm welcoming Nica too...!
"That would be an honor."
I was relieved by Nica's extra social resignation-inspired reaction.
I guess we should at least consider it good for Nica. It's not hard to imagine that this would not have been laughable if it had been you or other attacking characters.
... If I had simply enjoyed Redilo as a game rather than being the type of maiden gameplayer who was genuinely in love with the game character and continued that thought even when it became reality, I would like to marry around Nica because I can throw in civilian status! I don't know what you thought... Everyone likes it except His Royal Highness, but I didn't think it was more than this adorable or cute looking good, and the reality and the game are still a little different...
"Well, your boyfriend's picking you up, and Phee can go up now."
"No, it's not that kind of relationship, and I'm not done with my job yet..."
"It's just closing time, and my aristocratic brother's going to pick up the rest of the bread, and after that, I just need to close the store about enough for work. Look, I'm home. I'm home."
I was thrown out of the store in the form of a slightly laughing Mr. Michelle kicking me out half way. Then comes out Lady Nica, who had the two escorts hold a paper bag with bread.
Royalty and escorts with civilian baked bread bags. What a mismatch.
"What's wrong?
"... no, I always wondered what was going on with that bread"
"Ha, bread will be decided to eat"
"Right, it's civilian baked bread, so I decided to throw it away...... yes?
Yes or no? What did you say, this royal?
What did you say to me, even though I was paying for it, that I was willing to leave it to my financial strength to do something I didn't have the strength to do?
"... does that mean you're giving it to escorts and servants?
"No, I make it taste poisonous as a duty, but I eat it. I like that flat cheese bread."
Hey royalty!!
I forgot to wear half a cat. Hey, what are you guys doing? Stop right there! I looked back at Nica's escorts with the thought in mind. They gave up and shook their heads at the same time with a shuddering face.
What are you giving up?! I'm relinquishing my job, it's a big problem. Hey...! For the most part, you guys, it's extremely dangerous because Nica is coming to see me Monday, so stop!! Step on it!
"What's wrong? Fee."
"... nothing. I'm glad you liked the product at work."
What's wrong with you? I wanted to say but I just can't tell the person, so I put my cat back on and smiled fluffy.
"Will Fee start making bread one of these days? Looking forward to it."
While I smiled and gaveled, I devoted myself to putting through what I just thought was a scratch-and-wait remark.
Dear Nica, you're very charming, but are you okay? The Wonko position belongs to you, Evan, and I'm in charge of the natural position, so you don't have to wear it like that? You look like a cold handsome guy with a king aura, why are you being so fluffy like you're after a gap like this? Is it stressful and a little crazy?
My concern is that Nica has begun bread rigging. Where is this guy headed...