Mochiron, Isharyōseikyū Itashimasu!

Julius followed me.

He came in as he was led to a temporary office set aside for me.

Some of them were already Roland, and he greeted me with a surprised face that I had brought Julius.

"The scene of His Royal Highness's encounter is two volumes"

What she put out was still a novel with a joke title, and I turned to pieces when I laughed at it.

A good read made me want to tremble.

"Am I bad as it is?

"It doesn't suck! Just flirting with her for a second...... so far"

Julius doesn't know that my complexion sucks.

"I'm not taking a nap here."

"I fixed that there. 'Cause it's too common for His Royal Highness to fall asleep on the ground, isn't it?

I feel kind of sorry for you.

"What are you talking about?

I heard Roland seemed concerned.

That's right.

Because I, the prince of this country, read such an embarrassing novel.

"Does this also say something about Roland?

"Of course! Because your brother is a good face, smart, honest and proud brother"

"Are you Bracon, too?"

I saw Julius paralyzed through a different page.

"What's the story with Roland?

"It's the second half of a roll. Well, your brother's a countess, so he'll be out of range soon."

"Did you just try to help Roland?

"............ no ~"

Julius, your eyes are swimming.

Roland has a keatonic face.

"What are you talking about?

"Brother, did you not see a woman soaking her feet in the fountain?

"Oh, there you are - though you were oddly busy that day and pretended not to look at it?

"... brother, do you remember your face?

Roland smiled at Julius after thinking a little.

"You don't remember your face. She had blonde hair."

"You can forget it."

"You mean it's better not to get involved"

I squealed unexpectedly.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Julius gave it back when she heard it.

"Think it's funny"

What a poor quality return.

"His Royal Highness the Prince and Lady Ramor are lovers in this novel."

Scared!

How could you do this?

The woman who was holding Ramor bumped into me this morning.

Glittering my eyes, my back was zoomed when I saw her say I was sorry.

I just said, 'Never mind,' but I immediately thought I had to read that prophecy that Julius had.

I thought something I didn't know was working.

"Who writes this prophecy?

"This is Mr. Matilda."

I doubted my ears.

"Matilda's my nanny's?

"Yes."

"Wow, Matilda is the woman who inherits Banshee's blood."

"Banshee is the fairy who tells you the Lord's death, right?

You're letting me write without knowing?

"Banshee also makes prophecies. That power makes this novel like a real prophecy."

Julius shrugged as if I was explaining.

"That's why Mr. Matilda will always be young and beautiful, and you have a son that's the same age as the prince even though he's that age! Envy."

Unravel what envies you.

"Matilda's son is also a beauty worker."

What, are you in love with Matilda's son?

"Are you in love with Matilda's son Meiger?

"What?"

Roland's complexion got worse.

"Right! Mr. Meiger works for me at a Lower Town store where I design and stuff, but the ladies in Lower Town drop money on my store for him because he has a good face! Excellent! I need him to work long! It's delicious to have a beauty that doesn't fade into it. As an employee, you can't help but fall in love!

I wonder why.

I think I saw something I shouldn't have seen.

"Horn on the rabbit, I want Matilda to stop writing this"

"...... I absolutely don't like it!

"Why?"

"Because it's the number one piece for sale!

"Money?

"For me, gold is everything!

Oh, no more.

I don't feel like I can change her mind.

... No, wait...

"How much would you give to keep me out of range?"

"............ Huh?

I felt her eyes sparkle.

"What, but... no, it's fatal that His Royal Highness won't leave if you think about the sales... I can't!

She's really smart and troublesome.

"But I can empathize with a protagonist who wouldn't be more power-driven to hook me up and stick with Ramor"

"... Prince, it is Matilda who is writing this"

I slammed into my desk.

"Well, I'll just tell Mr. Matilda that His Royal Highness wanted to be the horse to hit"

"............ helpful"

It was then that I understood that this was the only choice I could make.