Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

Walk often as you reach the royal palace and gaze at golden luxury buildings that soar all over the place.

Leo and the others were guided more like a cabinet than a salon.

(No, "like," or, manly, the office...? Or what do you call it, the lookout?

Looking around, Leo leans his neck unexpectedly.

The luxuriously furnished room, based on red and gold, features a fireplace, giant mirrors, paintings on a chandelier and a throne.

Heavy chairs, presumably of the Emperor and Empress respectively, were laid with cushions that could be seen as luxurious from a distance, and jewels that might be as good as the fists of a baby were still embedded in this.

It's a coveted object that shivers just to see.

Under the throne are chairs and carpets for those who worship.

And at the end of tracking that fuzzy carpet, a heavy door with both openings.

It's in a different place than the entrance. It's the door to the balcony. Usually they are closed, but today at the Spirit Festival, the doors are left wide open with curtains, bringing the voices of the people boiling down to the festival, with the wind.

Quite a sight room.

However, in its vast empty space, a table set had been brought in and an extraordinary tea room had appeared.

If you ask me, this is a bitter meat measure, taken by the emperors and their wives, who don't even have time to come and go to the room, to twist the tea party time.

In other words, after they had dropped off the departure of the parade, which began at noon, in the square of the Royal Palace, they wanted to dedicate their waiting time to greeting on the balcony, which they would then wait for, to this tea party.

On the day of the Spirit Festival, the Royal Palace will be open, so if you are a nobleman, you are free to step into this space, but they pay you once and for all.

That was Leo with a twisted neck wondering if it could be called a tea party in the strict sense, but Emilia grinned and undertook.

"It is up to us to make the public take this as being so light-hearted that they don't even need a room in a format so intimate. But don't worry, Leonora. I will try to convince the public that it is the latter of course by hanging in my name."

To that smile, Leo, feeling something irresistible and compelling, nodded heavily, "Oh, really?"

I don't care if it's light or familiar, but it's not what I found out, so think I should do whatever Madame wants around here.

Between the arrival of the emperors, Leo was lectured by the couple on a set of manners and mindsets.

That you don't need to be nervous at all because today is not just a place of format.

The Empress especially wants to talk to Leo - or Leonora, so don't hesitate to speak freely to the Emilias.

And if she behaves like tea from her hand, think carefully about drinking it or not.

"Is it better not to drink tea from Her Majesty the Empress?

"It's up to you, Leonora"

Emilia smiled gently at her granddaughter, who looked up properly.

"A mother with an appropriate-age son behaves herself with tea at such a very inner circle tea party is a signal, 'How about a son for your fiancée?' If you drink it, you will accept it, and if you refuse, you will remain rejected. It's not about the law, but it means a lot to the nobles. So, Leonora, if the pot was handed to Her Majesty, not the squire, think carefully about how you shake it."

Leo faded slightly to the smoothed explanation.

The Empress's son - I mean, his engagement to Alberto, etc., I'm sorry.

Perhaps he was also wary of this.

After all, Leo's purpose today is to sell in tea-dyed dresses and to insist that he has no will to engage.

Glad you told me in advance, stiffened his fist to go with the momentum of slapping the teacup, and Leo nodded deeply.

"Well, if you have to, we'll protect you. So you just need to relax and enjoy this meeting. What, Your Majesty, on the vicious side, if you are a weak woman, you will faint just because you see each other, but the roots are not the bad ones. Her Majesty is horrible when she pisses you off too, but she's a quiet, serene lady at first glance. Don't worry, they won't take it."

…………

Perhaps Klaus told me with intent to follow up, but I'm extra anxious to be told that.

Again, instead of smashing the teacup into pieces, Leo reconsidered his idea of politely declining.

Now, as I took my seat under the guidance of the samurai and had a conversation with Emilia and the footsteps approached me.

Apparently, the emperor and his wife are on their way over here after the parade drop-off.

Leo stood up at Lady's signal and waited for them to enter.

"Hey, you kept me waiting."

That's what I've been knocking at the door with my big crotch, Balthazar von Weitzzecker.

He looks like an emperor, wearing a ceremonial surcoat and a decorative sash.

With the addition or subtraction of sunlight, brown hair that looks golden, gray blue eyes.

Indeed, his eyes are sharp and, rarely, Leo takes his gaze by forgetting to value the jewels as well.

The seeping intimidation was so awesome that I didn't even know Klaus would call it a "vicious side".

"Please, have a seat"

Then came the woman who wrapped her luscious limbs in a light blue dress - Alexia.

She tied her blonde hair high, obviously making her feel related to the Albertos, smiling with noble ice-blue eyes everywhere.

He is kind of a beautiful and beastly couple.

Leo politely greeted the top two of the empires he saw for the first time, just a little nervous.

"First, you, too, grab, grab. Leonora von Harkenberg, my name is"

Greeting is an important element that shapes first impressions.

Even to make you like the brilliant tea dress, I couldn't admit the failures around here.

"That was it, Leonora, Klaus' grandson? Well done."

Balthazar had an unpretentious personality, and when he lowered his back to the chair, he squeezed his jaw.

That's how you stand still, staring at Leo like you're gonna shoot through it.

- I see. It's more than a rumor.

He had a sharp eye, like a blade.

Next to it, Alexia, who also lowered her back, smiles bitterly, trying to blame her husband for his misconduct.

"I'm sorry about Baltic. But go ahead, this place is informal today, so enjoy it too, Leonora."

It was a beautiful grin, like instantly melting the mind of the beholder, but Leo rather tightened his mind to it.

This is what he thought.

(Something... I'm not afraid of the king, but the queen feels stronger)

and.

It is true that Balthazar is intimidating and vicious, but he has crossed every day with the benefactor of the free trade to fuck here and there. Cancer flights of this magnitude are not farts either.

I just knew it wasn't going to take a premium or run into a cuttlefish, it was about as easy as it sounded.

Meanwhile, the Empress's floating grin had something evoking Leo's brain information.

Instantly do a search and hit it right away.

Yeah, this is, like, "Ugh, me, are you willing to buy it? But I can't afford a knife like this. Can't you study some more?" It was that of a hundred war-torn housewives, who smiled and came at the price.

(This... seems to accept the opponent once, and it feels like it's going to get priced with a twitch from there, but it sounds amazing...!

In demonstration sales, the toughest type of customer is that.

Seriously, if the first Nori talks hard just for the good, he will be induced to talk about the good things, and at the end of the day, the conversation, or the crying one, will be the feather that lowers the price.

After thousands of sales (warm), Leo sneaked up the guard against the Empress, with the eyes of the Spirit that could spot the crowd at a glance.

(To the Queen, I have to take the lead, trying to relax my feelings anyway...)

No longer was Leo's head aware that this was a tea party or a matchmaking place.

His brain was filled with how to sell tea dresses to this strong fashion leader.

An unpretentious place, as declared, the two servants promptly pour out tea with their signals, especially when public discourse begins without any declarations or greetings.

Leo just ate there because the first topic was going to be about tea, inspired by Emilia's statement of her thoughts on the poured tea.

"I'm getting it, tea, label stuff, right? It smells so good."

"Well, Leonora, you know the label?

Alexia apparently likes tea. The reaction is good.

Leo nodded to welcome his intentions.

"Light liquid color, clear aroma. Exactly, noble, that's tea. It fits well with the treats I'm getting today."

The fact that a well-oiled, crisp-tasted label goes well with scones full of croted cream is a take-away from Bernstein's eldest son, Franz.

When Ice Break appeared and Leo showed off his subtle tea savings, Emilia looked surprised when she was listening beside her.

"Well! Leonora is familiar with tea.... but alas. Yours and mine are different colors, aren't they?

That's what they pointed out, and when Leo dropped her gaze on Mrs. Leo's hand, she did drink dark tea that was more liquid than Leo's.

Apparently, each one of them is changing the type of tea leaves they offer.

That's the service of the Royal Palace, roaring in his heart, Leo ran his gaze all the way to the cups around him and told him all the same.

"It's true. Emilia's, Hanish. Master Klaus' is Cradel. Both His Majesty's... probably Stoltz's."

As a matter of fact, Leo is pretty familiar with tea right now.

Thanks, for one thing, to my inner job of dyeing tea.

We studied which products were dyed most efficiently, and then, while we were comparing drinks, just looking at the liquid color showed the general origin.

Apparently, he was right, and everyone on the table, of course, looks at this one as if they were taken aback by even the squire who was serving tea.

(Uh, can you hire me next time?

Leo quickly circled his thoughts, laughing and selling his flair.

I can take it to talk about dresses in this flow, but I also feel a little too early as a timing.

In the Empress's personality, it would be better to take a little longer to move on to the money-making story.

If so, I can only turn the subject more and more and crack it down anyway.

Alexia also praised me for familiarizing herself with tea, but cut that topic up early - because it's a waste of time, even if it's long praised - and Leo subtly brought up the next topic.

(What a wise daughter)

Balthazar stared at the miraculous girl sitting across the street, leaking a sigh he didn't know how many more times it would be.

The girl in a modest pale pink dress is as adorable as the Spirit of Light or otherwise the incarnation of the Torpe flower.

But he felt that she was the bearer of her core personality, back to back with that slight appearance.

(I didn't expect you to be frightened of my eyes at all.)

Balthazar is more of a raw warrior than a king of empires.

With the Marquis of Harkenberg hanging around the battlefield, raising the ranks of thousands of enemies, his sense of intimidation, or the weakness of his heart just by looking at each other, is enough to slip out of his hips.

Young girl even if not that. I thought I'd show you as much as a bare gesture to constrict, even if you didn't lose your hips, but the moment Balthazar and I met her eyes, she looked back at this one without any feelings.

That, with clear purple eyes.

On the other hand, it was interesting for Balthazar to see how he was squeezing his attention in front of the queen's smile, where 10,000 people were said to be distracted.

Alexia looks feminine and graceful, but the contents are quite harsh.

Especially now, there are verses that look at the girl as a daughter who may have deceived her son.

However, even minus my husband's desire, I think he was brilliantly hiding that disturbance, but apparently the girl saw it through at a glance.

No matter how gently Alexia smiled or let go to praise her again, the girl did not rise and continued to maintain her modest standing.

(Leonora, certainly twelve. If praised, it would be normal enough to rise, talk about yourself with a pepper, or even brag about your dress)

No matter how much water he turned to the girl's own story, he shook it up and, conversely, tried to lift the emperors, the marquises, and sometimes the princes and princesses, even reminded him of a talkative, old (barbaric) merchant.

Alexia also relieves her attitude a lot to the girl who mouths praises and gavels in such a way that she can reach exactly the itchy spot at the point of need.

In her case, I guess she appreciates the brilliance of the girl who can do it rather than simply feeling good about the compliments.

Not so long ago, the girl's social skills were skillful.

My thoughts on casual tea raised my surrounding ratings all at once, without being overwhelmed with compliments.

Try throwing a subtle topic at me, and I'll peek at the reaction and narrow it down to something that's easy for this mouth to say.

The drawers are abundant, and if the Empress touches on the subject of accessories, she'll still mention the handmade brand now, or if the Emperor was talking to Klaus about the price of the city well, she'd join it without disliking it.

The girl's market analysis was truly accurate and Balthazar was also a wrap around her inner tongue.

One of the things that impressed the emperor was her attitude when he gave thanks to the girl.

Balthazar expressed his gratitude to the prince for saving his life at the recent sorcery presentation and for leading Bianca as a spiritual beloved in off-campus exercises at a time when the story was interrupted.

Both of them received reports from us, but we were completely late in expressing our gratitude.

The emperor will be thanked immediately, and if he is an ordinary daughter, he will either inflate his nose in his honor, or he will have a less than full look.

But the girl did not do it, and only answered, as she was troubled, "I have done nothing."

Being humble is too far-fetched.

Balthazar thanked her on top of the other, but as the girl was truly puzzled, she just replied, "It's all, it's your help in person".

(I see, "The Abnegation Virgin"...... When Bianca or Gustav Suheiden reported it, I thought it was something with a girl like that, but this seems real)

As a matter of fact, Leo, at the presentation, he just grabbed the prince's gold coins, and in off-campus exercises he involved Bianca as he wanted, rather enough to annoy him.

but the emperor, who didn't know that, didn't flirt with his own accomplishments and on the contrary, he felt for a girl who seemed to genuinely believe that he had done nothing.

And he himself was surprised to think of himself that way.

(Involving my brilliant daughter seems to have a bit of a bad aftertaste...)

Balthazar strokes his jaw as he stares at the delicate chain the girl is lowering under her dress.

In his view, that was the dragon sign his son gave the girl - it was supposed to be a gold coin.

This means that she is still loyal to the Prince, even in this situation.

Balthazar's feelings for the girl are a little complicated.

She has the benefit of saving her son's life and Bianca's status.

Now there's also a desire to glorify the virtuous girl.

But it is also true that her son left the "perfect prince" because of her presence.

I had no intention of blaming Balthazar for the girl more than the prince had told me that he would bear all the blame, but then I let her alone spend no blame or blame, because it did not fall to him.

That's why I decided to get the girl involved.

A place where his son, Alberto, truly deserves a prince.

The role Balthazar gave the girl was - the litmus.

If carried well, it should have made it clear that the prince's truthfulness was tested and, at the same time, that the girl also deserved the prince's fiancée.

And there, Alexia, sitting beside me, glances at me.

I have not told her what Balthazar intends to do on this occasion today.

Perhaps you unexpectedly like the girl and are anxious if you were going to punish her.

(Phew, don't worry. You can't punish this girl.)

Just get caught up in the prince's disposition (...).

Balthazar glanced at the clock hung on the wall and finally realized that the "hour" was approaching.

(- Well. My son, I wonder how to get out)

He even laughed and opened his mouth, most importantly.