Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

"-... and white... Huh!?

Oh, my God, the dress that had been "stained" removed had even lost the colour of the dyed tea because of it and turned it into its original glossy white.

(Because my whole tea dye is treated the same way as the wine dye. Ooh!

It took me five days.

I haven't sold it to the Empress yet -!

Leo thought this time he could cry.

But earlier than that, I lost a lot of complexion to what Emilia shrugged in an awfully bright voice.

"That's a pure white dress!

(Huh............?

White dress.

The word evoked the sight behind Leo's brain.

"I'm sorry. Looks like the recoil caged too much magic. But you look lovely in a white dress."

Leo is in charge of the dazzling prince.

(Ha, only... like a dead suit, white clothes...)

While stunned, it was the balcony in a high position that was taken and lowered.

(I wore a white surcoat, there was a prince...)

Glimmering his dazzling blonde hair into the sun, the torn prince gently turns his hand around Leo's back.

Raise your empty other hand high, - ahead is the cheerfully shouldered crowd.

(whispering, crowd, but…)

At that moment, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Long live the King of Gold!

- Long live His Royal Highness Prince Alberto!

Leo's throat rattled.

This.

This sight.

(Gaephardt's, Cursed Picture Awwww!

It did not differ in the sight of that little painting, which was to be entitled "Victory of the King of Gold", or "Triumph of the King of Gold".

(Hi... Hii, good! Hey, hey, hey!

No longer could Leo afford to spin words, not even in his brain.

Again, that was ominous.

It was a cursed and disastrous painting.

Whether to push a hot, despicable church with a college instructor or tear it to bitterness.

I can't believe you predict the future so accurately.

The fact that it's not actually the scene of the execution is different from the interpretation - no, no, it's the same, because this is how we're letting the masses crack their faces.

I was exposed to this face at a level where I wasn't seeing a human being, and it was no longer the same with Leo's escape plan and his social life over.

and discover the source of a disastrous aura ahead of wandering blurry gaze in the comfort of soul leakage.

If you look into your eyes by accident,

…………

It was Lena who was confused by the crowd and watched this one as she shot him with her gaze.

(Hit me, hit me, hit me!

The other side seems to have noticed that Leo faded toward her.

Lena slowly lifted her raised thumb as she seeped an extraordinary dos and killer in that mediocre boy's face -

I shook it down luxuriously.

(Grrrrrrr!

Lena's anger is perfect.

By the Spirit Festival, I was saying that I would undo it, but I would like to prioritize this errand, and I am exposing this face to the public by an impeccable level.

(Yabe! Yabe! What am I supposed to do!

In the end, the appreciation for the prince came and went hard between "good people" and "scared people after all," and is now swept away by the latter.

Besides, it's a accomplishment, and I've approved my engagement.

It's even scary to imagine how much of this is scratching the prince's anger.

(Oh, me, can you go back...!?

A terrible and ominous concern crosses the back of my brain.

"Come on, Leonora. Say hello, too."

The prince has said something beside him, but Leo was no longer that close.

(Dear Kaka Kar! Golden Spirit! Spirit of Light! Lady of the lake! Whatever you need already! Whatever, just help me!

That's when Leo seriously prayed to spirits other than the Golden Spirit for the first time.

(Help me, please!

Simplified, a girl like the Spirit of Light, wearing a pure white dress that pairs with the Prince.

The sight of her lifting her thin arms softly and holding her hands together hard in front of her chest was like a single width of painting.

"Let... it's the Spirit!

Someone screams.

But sooner than it spread, a low and attractive voice echoed around.

"No, the Abnegation Virgin!

Eh, the voice of a woman overlaps words as if it were a penetrating heart to a people that blinks her eyes.

"That's the Abnegation Virgin, Leonora, who brought us the grace of water"

Abnegation Virgin.

I see, dressed in a pure white dress and posing as a devout prayer, she seems worthy to call it that.

"Abnegation Virgin......"

"Abnegation Virgin, Leonora......!

Whimpering, for sure.

Sure enough, to scream.

The words stained and twisted as they widened the circle to the waves of men, and rose up.

- Long live the Abnegation Virgin!

- Long live Leonora!

The same cheer that was dedicated to the prince, or maybe even bigger than that, rocks the square.

And the wine, and the air of the feast, and the sight of the beautiful young man and the girl, were drunk: and they began to pour out the flowers of Torpe, which were in their hands and in their breasts, and to sprinkle their petals in the sky at the same time.

- Long live the King of Gold!

- Long live the Abnegation Virgin!

Red, white, yellow.

A colorful torpedo petal rises high in a clear blue sky announcing spring.

Torpe flowers, with unusual large petals, were as if they were celebrating this young prince and the girl sitting beside him.

- Long live the King of Gold!

- Long live the Abnegation Virgin!

"Phew... The people offered you torpedoes before I gave them to you."

At the Spirit Festival, Torpe flowers are used to tell love to the opposite sex.

The prince, dressed as he had been overtaken by the people, smiled slightly bitterly - but in the next moment, he held the girl beside him high to respond to the cheers of the people.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Show your teeth and laugh, Reishi Prince.

And the crowd boiled greatly at the unusually beautiful girl, who was gently held up by him and was amazingly solidifying her expression.

- Long live the King of Gold!

- Long live the Abnegation Virgin!

The voice that glorified the two of them sounded all over the castle, forever and ever, and never stopped until the sun fell.

"Baltic, too, is that people are bad. I'm glad you taught me too if I'm being struck with such a hand."

Alexia glanced slightly at her husband, who sat next to her, in a lightly soundproofed magic chamber, to the cheer of shaking her eardrum hard.

"Yeah? But you and I didn't think I was going to banish my son as much as we put our hands on the people, did you?

He gets his cold tea brewed back and sips it loosely, only swallowing.

When Alexia took the cup herself, she pointed her slicing eyes at her husband.

"What do you think? Because you were the one who cared most about her qualities as king."

"- Huh."

Balthazar laughs bitterly.

"It's troubling. I know I suddenly succeeded to the throne, and because of the scattered beatings, I went for the 'perfect prince' that he went for. As a parent, that filial piety is a jerk, but as a king, I don't want you to break that shell."

"... the King of the Puppets doesn't want to."

That's right.

The role of a prince is to show excellence as a spare and to kill personality and will so as not to invite unnecessary flattery.

But Dawn, who became emperor, was required to show harsh leadership and move this huge empire.

To do this, we don't need to worry about overstepping rights, or being submissive in trying to sharpen our power as our parents command.

So I tried to make Uncle Hagmeyer like me and hunt down the girl the Crown Prince cares about in front of me in order to hang up the blast.

Nice work and glad the prince woke up to independence.

To inspire him, it was worth fanning the crowd.

"But even though it's the king's life, I'm not sure the people will gather this far on a massive scale."

Apart from the royal life, the emperors just didn't grasp that Chris and his men were using the network of churches to fan not only the poor, but the general public.

Luckily for my son, he stroked his chin, and then Balthazar sipped another sip of tea.

"He's also seventeen years old. Adults are close. Breaking my shell at this time is really superimposing. It's Spirit Festival today. A new season will come."

"And it's the day to tell your dear woman to love, isn't it? - I'm really glad you got a fiancée who loves and supports you in person, not that child's power or gold coin charm."

The Empress is also pleased.

She liked the beautiful, intelligent, understated girl from quite the beginning of the tea party.

but at that point, the prince still thought there was a possibility of deportation, and the girl also feared that she might reject the prince who became a commoner.

But when I opened the lid, my son splendidly broke through the discernment set up by the Father Emperor, and let neither the girl nor the Empress waver in the ill-intentioned questioning, let her pierce her love for her son.

What the hell are you not happy about?

"Hehe. You never thought you'd say" Aoyagi "to us or anything like that. It's been a while since my heart trembled."

"Oh, she's a perfectly rigid girl. Some of us are so deserving of the Empire Queen."

"Really."

Supporting a huge empire requires not only kindness but strength.

They were completely in love with the girl who had mercy on the hunted down princes and made the hunted emperors poke a harsh impeachment.

"- In fear, Your Majesty. We're not happy to let go of this engagement, are we?

and there, Emilia, who watched her granddaughter standing on the balcony with her eyes narrowed, turned her face.

"Well, why?

Alexia opens her beautiful ice blue eyes.

If you take it to the Marquis, your engagement to the First Prince should be an unparalleled honor.

Even though, minus the desires of his parents, Alberto is a beautiful young man with excellent literary skills, and even though he seems to love each other.

But Emilia, messing with the fan with a graceful trick, sighs at the thought of it.

"Though I have chosen no words, I wonder how your aunt or uncle would like to make such an ill-defined distinction."

"Well!"

"Mm."

Always, the Emperor and his wife panicked a little to Lady Emilia's such words, speaking in multiple wraps of sincerity in the veil of words.

This is evidence of a considerable loss of mood.

Not only is the Marquis of Harkenberg an ancient patriarch, but Emilia's influence in that social sphere is immeasurable, so they can't leave the Lady without her.

Besides, if you're offering your granddaughter a great deal, it's the way you want the girl from here to be your son's fiancée now.

So they immediately changed their attitude and got out poorly.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, Klaus. This is it."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Emilia. Please, spare me the ancient favors."

Even if two people come to apologize from the top of the country, Emilia won't shake the room for the moment.

When she sighed softly into the sparkling open fan, she stared first at the Empress with her worry-containing eyes.

"Leonora is our precious, lovely granddaughter. I am afraid to believe that it is our duty to remove all of her worries from her life. To date, we have made every effort to ensure that her information is not passed on to the lower town, but if so many people see that child, its existence will be known at once. I was worried that the little girl would not be blinded to the despicable."

Earlier, it is a statement that I do not consider to be a human being who moved on and had the prince show off his proud grandson.

But Alexia, who was good at reading the paraphonic of this hand, let her nod momentarily and forcefully, without poking at the contradiction.

"Of course I do. I also hear from Bianca about Leonora's past of misadventures. As her future mother, I want you to take care of Leonora."

"Well, it's an honor. But does that mean...?

"I mean, for example, when the engagement is officially in tune, let Leonora put the Knights on as a natural protection for the future queen."

Big out of the way.

It's an anomaly, such as hitting a knight's regiment on the protection of every man, and the thickness of even surpassing the king of a small kingdom.

Klaus, who was listening beside him, peeled a little, but Emilia still didn't break her grin.

"Well! We were the most heartbreaking to her safety, so I'm very heartened by her words. That's right, Your Majesty. But I guess you still call this kind of stupid kindness. I was worried that she might still be in danger."

"No, silly kindness would say something like me earlier. All that adorability, Madame's worries are better. I don't know, dare to fill the brigade."

Klaus also opened his eyes to the paranoia Balthazar uttered in his face.

Brigade.

Just covering that number is large enough to lightly devour the small kingdom's annual armament budget.

"Division...... so there's just too many people out there, nothing that won't help you turn around?

"Oh, what do you say we pull out of your parents' house a covert unit with excellent assassinations and workmanship?"

"Well, you had that hand."

Alexia's home is the Duke's home in charge of the dark parts of this country, known for having excellent undercover detectives for generations.

"Well, it's nice"

But still, Emilia can afford a laugh - and doesn't break her gaze that she doesn't seem to have enough.

She used the engagement card so brutally that she could use all the power, power, and power to protect the girl.

The vibrancy of that negotiation, and the greediness, prevails over any staff member the Marquis has dealt with on the battlefield.

(And... he would have said that if he didn't like it, he was going to let Sakuri and his engagement go away and end the prince with a bug...?

Besides, in Klaus' view, engagement or not was something like a quinquennial.

Because in the invisible part of his wife's bedroom, he had discovered that a "list of things he wanted to do together", spanning fifty sheets of parchment, had been hidden before sending out my love Leonora to his wife.

That wasn't exactly what I could do in a few years.

(This one...)

Klaus shuddered himself.

He was a fierce warrior, glorified as a ghost general on the battlefield.

His gaze was sharp, and even now that he had left the battlefield, he did not give up the praise of his strongest warrior to anyone else.

but.

"Ugh, another voice"

With one fan tilt, to his wife, who would let her draw as much as the annual armament budget of a slightly larger country, he found out the fact that the Empire's strongest warrior was in the same mansion on this day.