Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

"Huh..."

Offered a cup of tea poured by the Empress's hand, Leo shook his eyes in confusion.

Emilia's explanation comes back to life.

I mean, this is, uh, an engagement interview.

"Hey...?

Why should I be seen as the prince's fiancé? And in this situation.

Towards Leo, who was solidifying, Alexia smiled glossy.

"I like you, Leonora. Its brilliance, its integrity. Thou art worthy of my son's wife."

So, and she lifts her red-drawn lips to the shape of a beautiful arc.

"So even if this child is pursued by the throne of the prince, and falls to the civilian population, - As your fiancée, would you follow me?

"Mother!"

"Sire!"

Alberto and the Marquis quickly raised their protest.

Among them, Emilia did not hide her anger by dyeing its elegant facade in bright red.

"Play! You call this child a traitor to the civilian body!

For Emilia, who once lost her daughter similarly, that is a trick that should also be called backscaling.

She shook herself, seeping through the signs when she was an angry lion.

"Mother, please take down that cup. She doesn't drink anything like that."

Nor is Alberto just shut up.

For him, this is what I wanted to avoid.

It was something that should not have happened, such as being caught up in one's own disposition and the girl being chased after the aristocratic society again.

He scorned his true mother with indisputable anger in his eyes, which were continually deprived of his magic and were about to lose his power.

The girl is just standing there clutching gold coins.

That would be so.

If she drinks tea and accepts her engagement, she will finally throw away the blessed life she has gained.

Because if you refuse, you will betray a prince who loves you enough not to let go of Dragon Qi even in this situation.

The calm air of the chamber of sight now conceived so much anger and tension that it swirled.

When the hustle and bustle of the festival, heard from beyond the balcony, began to unnaturally sound bright.

"- Oh, hey, hey! Ladies and gentlemen, come on!

A cheerful voice in the wrong place struck the same ear.

Alberto quickly turns his gaze on the sudden intruder.

but when he admitted the identity of the person who had come with a thousand feet from across the door, he gave a bewildered look.

"... Sir Hagmeyer"

Tailored tunic, shiny trousers.

It was Count Joseph Hagmeyer, who covered his plentiful fat body with luxurious clothes and fluttered with a glass of wine in one hand - who was responsible for Richiert's water treatment.

He made a grin with loose cheeks as he dyed his bald scattered gray hair red.

He seems a lot drunk on the wine he behaves at the Spirit Festival.

"This is, Your Highness! Be in a good mood!

They are stopped by the samurai and guards who stood in front of the door, but Hagmeyer cares not and casually steps into the lookout room.

"... disrespectful. Now His Majesty and Sir Harkenberg are enjoying their tea. You should be able to drink some other wine. Welcome home."

"Ho ho? Your Highness, be stern! Didn't you know? Today, many royal palaces are free to enter and leave. If you are a noble nobleman, like us!

This is true of course in the prefecture, but nevertheless, if we were to show up in front of the emperor and his wife, the corresponding procedure would be necessary, and now, well, people are paying for it, albeit unofficially.

Nonetheless, Hagmeyer had ignored it under the barbaric courage of drunkenness.

Since he is the Count at first, the guards, too, are unarmed.

"... Sir Hagmeyer"

No matter how rude the festival day was, Klaus' eyes narrowed to sword swallowing, to the overly grumpy Count.

But that's...

"Good."

What a Balthazar emperor that person stopped.

"My uncle is right. It's a festive day. It is a blessing day when the season begins anew. Joseph, are you ever in the stomach? Then why don't you spit it out so you don't bring your obsession to the new season? I'll allow it."

Wouldn't you say that?

The surroundings, except for the Empress, were faint, but Hagmeyer, who melted his brain in alcohol, gave a delightful colour to his cloudy eyes.

"Oh... Your Majesty! Forgiving words, thank you, we will!

He waves around, spilling wine from the glass in abundance, while approaching the prince with a bad pattern.

Then, when I put my face so close that its liquor-smelling breath hung, I had a dirty grin.

"Hmm, as always, you have a beautiful face! You look so beautiful, you don't know the dirt, looking down from the heights, that our lowly subordinate works!

"What..."

Alberto glanced at his stinking breath, but he didn't mind.

"Oh, that bracelet is a rumor! How are you feeling? I wonder if His Highness also understands the feelings of the weak who are exploited and regarded as useless for quoting?

Normally, it was rambling like it wasn't strange to be captured for instant disrespect.

But the Count, who mounted the Emperor's permission, now felt invincible.

Moreover, the opponent is a powerless young man who is visible to be sealed with magic and also chased by the throne of the prince.

Good thing there was no stopping it, Hagmeyer kept stripping out his daily depression and his disproportionate jealousy of the beautiful prince and blaming the twist and Alberto.

(Hey, why don't you say it back, prince...)

Leo, a little to Hagmeyer, who suddenly appeared, after having done the surprise, turned his eyes even more round in his thorough disrespect.

This is terrible just because how much booze seems to be in it.

Why don't the surroundings, and the person, stop the Count?

But that's where I notice.

(Maybe you can't stop it, not stop it...?

Leo also found out what he had said around him so far, and how he connected his attitude, and possibly that this person was the man who would be Count Hagmeyer, who had been outrun by the princes this time, who had been in charge of Richiert's water treatment.

If I may say so, he is a victim of this commotion, and that is why does it mean that he has the right to pack the perpetrator's prince as he pleases?

Moreover, I am so strong because I know that the prince's status is now a wind lamp.

(What the heck, that...)

I don't know why. But I don't know, Leo sneezed.

This one, I just wanted to make some money.

It is the rules of the market that only fast, cheap, good goods and services will survive and those that do not will be eliminated.

It's a place where a man can't even blame his victims for being in a position where he can't resist them.

I wish every gray hair that clings slightly to my scalp would slip away.

Rarely did Leo remember his righteous anger, and he smiled with a humble grin, surely staring at Bald Meyer, who scorned the prince.

But the Count's one-handed wine speech, which decayed his hair, still doesn't stop.

"Ha! But don't be worried! Assuming they chase that seat, I'll get you a job! The construction of a well in Lower Town, which His Royal Highness has been saying since his death. I've kept it that way for about a decade now, how about digging that one? The road is full of horse shit and there are only hungry orphans or floaters around, but what, a life lost on them is sure to be fun too!

But the moment I heard his delightful paranoia.

(.................. hmm?

Leo opened his eyes.

For it also seemed reasonable in his words.

(... wait?

Leo quickly turned his thoughts around, forgetting that it was a pressing situation.

(I thought it would be a big deal for the prince to cease to be a prince... but surely living in Lower Town would be more fun, huh?

Well, you must have earned more for life than a prince, but even if you were from Lower Town, this is how Leo joins the formation business, and some fierce people make gold out of consulting work and doing things like Lena did.

With wisdom and skill, it must have been so much more fun and profitable for the civilian population than for the constrained royal family.

That's why Leo, because this is how we always try to escape downtown, to escape.

(And)

When he regained his slightly sober thoughts, Leo could not help but be very careless.

As for myself, he said that it would be happier if the prince ceased to be a prince.

(The prince, he's smart, he's good at paying money, he's obsessed with making money, and I'm sure if we were civilians, we could get along, but, you know, suddenly he had a beautiful personality and the power to execute me depending on his mood was a necklace)

That's right.

Leo was greatly afraid of his physical strength and his power to hang Leo's neck with one pinky finger as soon as he took advantage of his stature.

But suppose you take away from him the power of magic and the prince's identity.

(Ooh, ooh! That's smart and paid, you're just a good guy!

Leo's eyes unwittingly float with joy.

- I see it.

Somehow, I see a glorious future.

(Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Leo's brain, seeping through the excitement, creates a wonderful flash.

If you keep doing this, "engaged" with the prince, you will soon be corrupted by the common people.

Doesn't that mean you can leave the Marquis house without fixing it and waving a major player?

Whatever it takes, it's a royal life. That doesn't mean Leo will betray the couple.

More convincingly than suddenly disappearing, Leonora von Harkenberg can be written off from the aristocratic community.

(Nice! Great!!

What, when you get back to Lower Town, you just have to destroy your engagement or something.

'Cause at that point, the Leos aren't noble, and when they get their bodies back in the first place, they're guys.

The prince may be furious, but he and others without magic or power are not afraid enough.

Of course I feel responsible for him before Leo dragged him into formation business, so let's adore him as an older disciple at Hannah Orphanage.

Ex-Prince Augusto seems to have struggled after his deportation, but the situation should have been much better for not having trouble sleeping or working.

(Excellent! No cloudiness at all, perfect muscle writing!

- For the most part, when he thinks like this, there are horrible holes waiting for him.

Leo didn't realize that, and he glanced back at him as if he was a punk.

"Ha, what's up! Don't you have any words, Your Highness? Whoa, I wonder if you'll ever call me Your Highness again!

Ahead of staring, Hagmeyer is still showing off his one-sided rhetoric.

He seemed completely intoxicated by his standing because the more he spoke, the more excited he was, and also by the fact that he couldn't stop it from anyone.

"Good. Let's end with a final gift for Your Highness from me, a senior in my life"

With a sloppy tongue, he tells you he's distracted.

Leo guessed his intentions when he saw Hagmeyer shake up the leftover glass of wine high.

(Come on, you old man!

It was not Leo who now condoned such outrage, having defined Alberto - no, in orphanage-style terms, Alfo - as his own disciple.

Half the excitement that your own ideas bring and the sense of juvenile justice, let your body softly break in between.

As a result,

- Shit!

Along with the light noise, Leo was set to let the wine suck into his dress in a grand way.

The person, whose surroundings breathed simultaneously and threw a glass of wine, also peels his eyes at the sudden appearance of Leo.

He must have been surprised by the little face that suddenly jumped in front of him because he had only seen about the prince so far.

"hey... what the hell..."

But faster than Hagmeyer spinning words to the end,

"Guards!"

Along with Klaus' sharp screams, a soldier who was guarding the door rushed and seized him.

"Nah......! What...! Get off me! It's in front of His Majesty! Who do you think I am! - Your Majesty!

Hagmeyer, who was brutally pressed to the floor, leads to the emperor as he retreats.

But the emperor just moved his gaze.

Tie him up.

and commanded it short.

Hagmeyer's deafening scream persists.

At the same time, the Prince, Emilia, and even the Empress, who returned to me, will speak out in unison.

But Leo didn't answer any of that, and when he grabbed back to the table, he took up what was often momentum.

A cup of tea with a delicate design.

"Leonora......!?

Whose was the voice that cried out?

Leo smiles invincibly,

"- Thank you, I'll take it"

Very throaty, all at once.

I drank up the Empress's brewed fine tea.