Muimui-tan

- One...

Come to dinner with the prince. A prince stands on the edge of an elongated desk, and I stand opposite it. Behind the prince stands a slightly long silver mask and muscles, and behind me, type 14 refrains. So, why is this country standing and eating? Wouldn't it be easier if we sat down? Hmm, is this also a cultural difference?

"I tried collecting Tallis dishes today."

The prince will explain. Tallis is a place name, I guess.

"Mist Avan is the capital of the Holy Nation, so you get all sorts of things together. But local cuisine doesn't taste too good."

That's what the prince laughs at. You said you called in a Taris cook because your country's food isn't tasty?

Hmm. The dishes arranged on the long desk steamed some kind of meat? Things with red sauce on top, fresh vegetables and oil that you think is meant to soak and eat in it? Lots of white bread, whole fish nibbles with clothes and liquids, cold weather with snake fillets? It was something like that. Hmm, none of them seem deliciously delicious. I can't have it cooling down to that. After all, I wonder if royalty feels like I don't eat warm food or anything. Don't let it cool down while it's poisonous.

"It's not poisoned."

The prince smiled and said such a thing. Uh, did I make you suspicious because I saw the dish as giddy?

"If you're anxious, you can feed the squire behind you."

Yeah, to type 14? I mean, you gave me permission to let it taste poisonous? Really, it's from the top. Because it doesn't make sense to make the machine's type 14 taste poisonous. Well, do you eat normally?

Take the prepared pick and knife, cut the meat in front of you and transport it to your mouth. The prince looks at it with pleasure with Nico.

Momogu.

Um, normal. I wonder if it tastes better than a cold convenience store lunch box. I wonder if the Shinto kingdom doesn't have an extra high level of cooking with royal dishes.

Next time, eat the fish in pieces.

Momogu.

Hmm, that's a dish that feels like a flour coat, steamed and dipped in salt and oil. When they ask me if it's delicious, I feel sick.

Momogu.

Is the drink wine? Because I don't know what the ingredients are, do you have a saying about wine? Something like wine! Right.

Momogu.

"Hey, Noalgie. I wonder if Noalgie knows where the key to the labyrinth is?

The prince himself has not got his hands on the dish and has cut out the story to that effect.

"I hear the key is interchanged with Cecily?

The prince laughed when he heard my words.

"Who? Who told you that, that?

And then a silver mask closes his face next to the laughing prince, whispering something.

"Prince Valentine, in an arrangement with Uncle Borderline for once, to talk like that"

The prince nods at the words of the silver mask. I see, that's how it feels to be a wack.

"Let's get the keys here. So why don't you wait a year? I want Cecily to be safe in the meantime."

Take my word for it, and again the silver mask whispers to the prince.

"It would be good to have the keys ready. But a year is too long. It's a good idea to say you won't be able to make it to the next goddess' day off and expire in January."

The prince is listening to the silver masked words with a nod of yeah. Hmm.

"Noalgie, a year is a long time. There will be damage to my people when the next goddess rest day comes. Let's do it in January."

Hmm.

"It's gonna take a while to get ready. At least give me six months."

The prince leaned his neck to my words.

"Hang on. No?

Is that it? Doesn't make much sense? Oh, well.

"I want you to wait for the first half of the year"

I'm just finishing my goddess's day off. It would be the first half. This should get through.

"Okay."

The prince replies, blocking the silver mask from trying to get in and wisdom. I could see the silver mask surprised even over the mask at the Prince's quick reaction.

"Promise."

"Uhm. The king keeps his word."

This is how the dinner party with the prince ended without being sure. Um, the food was subtle. This is going to be awesome when our Chamber of Commerce enters. But I don't know because there's too much distance between HQ and Shinto. That's the problem, right?

- Two...

The prince who stays in the dining room, moreover breaks up with the Omake silver mask, and goes outside the room. Then, for some reason, the muscles followed.

"Can I borrow your face?"

Trying to grab my arm just because my muscles say no questions asked. It then snaps and circles behind the muscles.

"What can I do for you?

You didn't see me spinning around behind your back, your muscles looked right back and pointed a surprised face at you.

"You, what have you done?

What can I do for you?

I'll ask again.

"I need to talk to you, come"

Hmm. Well, you can go and do it.

"Okay. Take him."

"Mm, you look great"

My words had my muscles scratching my head.

A feather cat who rendezvous along the way, walks behind muscles with the type 14 holding back behind me. And out in a place like the Great Hall behind the castle. That's huge. Is it a place to hold a ball?

And there were many knights lined up there.

"More than this, we impose sanctions on imperial nobles who have entered our holy kingdom"

My muscles screamed that out. The knights around them answer with their weapons up to it. Um, imperial nobility? Whose cotto?

"Besides, it is. This one is an emperor who tries to be a prince while he is there. That is, there is also the possibility of imperial spies!

Hmm. I don't think a spy would stand out. There's no connection between the front and the back, that's a lame story.

As the knight began to move, Model 14 began to laugh at Nico somehow.

"Type 14, don't you move."

Type 14 in my words seemed dissatisfied for a moment - and still quickly returned to the usual faceless expression,

Copy that, Master.

He said.

"So, what happens to me now?

"Have them sanctioned by knights"

My muscles laugh.

"Do that, and I think if the prince finds out about it, it's gonna be a big deal?

"I will report to Prince Valentine that you fled back to the Empire."

Hmm.

"The knight wanted to attack me in such a weak way."

I'm in a no-algie state now. It's a normal girly pseudo.

"Hmm. Don't underestimate the knight. You'll get a one-on-one duel."

No, no, I don't think you can force a duel to look like a normal girl. You're gonna underestimate me!

"I don't see any benefit in that."

"Not at your convenience."

Muscle answers my words with a rough nose like I made a fool of myself. Hmm.

Sounds barbaric.