Outaishihi ni Nante Naritakunai!!

"Sister! This treat is so delicious!!"

"Dear Lydiana! Have this tea! It's a great delicacy!

"Oh... yes. I'll take it..."

... How did this happen?

In front of you, Charles offering sweets and Marianne advising herself to bring tea to counter it. Behind it is Migliaria, who puts her mouth on tea with elegance.

The year dawned while I was blurring. The location is one room with a balcony on the ground floor of a royal settlement.

I was surrounded there by three ladies, with a tight grin.

◇ ◇ ◇

The other day, for some reason, I was inadvertently missed by Miss Charlotte, Count Vidal's second daughter. It was triggered by the fact that she looked like a small animal, frightened by Fried, and accidentally sheltered herself.

Though I was called your sister, etc., but this must be temporary, my thoughts that I thought I would soon forget were sweet.

Surprisingly, the next day, she just received a thick sentence asking for permission to visit.

After reading it, I spilled a dry grin, showing off as much enthusiasm as ten notes.

"haha... wow..."

"Yeah. She really likes Liddy."

From behind me sitting on the couch, it was Fried who snooped in. He looks at me with a disgusting distortion in his face.

With a bitter laugh back at it, I carefully re-tapped the letter and put it back in its original envelope.

"Fried, bad attitude towards Char"

"Will looks better on Liddy than I do, because what kind of woman is that? You wouldn't have to be nice to a woman like that, would you?

I'm not very popular with Fried, which I just don't take for granted.

"Charles is only 16, and he's a girl. Whatever it takes, I think it's narrow minded."

"Whatever. I can forgive you for anything else, but not just about Liddy. I'm confident they'll be jealous, even if they're 5-year-olds."

"Don't be proud..."

Fried, who complains grandly that he is jealous of the child, is too clean and weak.

Just a little bit, I'm sure it's because I'm glad.

Otherwise, it would be too stupid.

"Remember. I'm not giving up a millimeter because of Liddy."

"Uh..."

In Fried's words, I didn't like what happened last night.

It was morning when Fried, who was totally mean to me, continued to hold me in his arms.

It's ruined a lot to say that I had to forgive you well here and about three times.

Still getting used to it? Since I started staying here, more and more days have come when I don't feel sick even if I keep getting held. I wake up in the morning with little pain. Sleep deprivation is a little hard. Inevitably, Mr. Derris' use of the medicine was also decreasing.

It's a good thing, but it makes me want to put a scratch on myself about what I'm getting used to. By the way, I didn't declare this unpleasant fact to Freed.

"... I heard that Prince Wang is nice to everyone?

Well, I tried to recall the rumors I'd heard before.

But I'm actually half-hearted.

I've tried all the frieds spitting hard words on my female counterpart, so I can't really trust them.

That's why I thought it was just the right opportunity, and I just asked if it was here.

Freed, questioned, said naturally as he hugged me from behind.

"It's decided differently before and after I see Liddy. Honestly, I didn't care about women then. I can be gentler the other way around if I'm not interested.... but now I have Liddy. Forgive me for wasting so much time with Liddy."

……

"I never want to make a weird mistake about it and make Liddy sad."

"... Fried"

The voice color suddenly became gentle.

I'm just Liddy, and I can hug her with all my strength.

I think I trust him while he quietly opens his body like that.

What Fried thinks of me is that I understand enough to say I don't like it anymore, and I don't have to doubt it. So I don't think anything else where he's been nice to other women.

... just well, I'm a woman too. I'm not happy with his words, I'm not saying.

I knew it felt special that you would be just nice to yourself, and I feel tickled somewhere.

Though I was so frightened of myself, I thought back to what to do now.

In front of me is a letter requesting permission to visit from Char. At best, I had two letters in hand with the same intent.

One is Marianne, a close friend. The other one is... from Miss Migliaria who apparently hated me last time.

I don't know why she bothered to send me a letter asking for permission to visit, but I had a letter for three anyway.

Arranged all three of them in front of themselves, I thought a little.

Now, how should we respond? That's what bothers me.

"Liddy."

"Hmm?"

Face up to Fried's call from behind.

He's been suggesting, keeping me in his arms.

"They're all letters asking permission to visit, aren't they? If you want to see me, I'll allow you to meet me at the castle."

"In a castle... do you want me to meet you in a room in the general district?

asks even as he leans his neck against Fried's words.

As far as I'm concerned, I wondered if I'd do something unsolicited, and thought I'd say no, or temporarily go back to the Duke's house...

Tell it as it is, Fried said as he took a room of my hair and wrapped it around his fingers.

"No, I have a room for royalty visits, so you can use it there. There's nothing wrong with Liddy because she's already been recognized by everyone in the castle as my righteous queen. I feel so much safer than a bad place... and more importantly, I'd be in trouble if I didn't come back to the Duke's house and stay put"

"If I hadn't come back..."

Looking back at what I was going to say, I met Fried with a serious eye.

"I knew my parents would say it was better, and what if I didn't come back? Of course, in that case, I'll pick you up right away... but I hope you won't let me worry about that."

Bring the curly hair closer to your mouth and drop your lips softly.

I wanted to cry because I was too pitiful to inadvertently cling to such tricks.

"Ugh..."

I couldn't bear to look back.

Fried is behind it, so I don't see my expression. That's the only salvation.

Otherwise, I'm sure it would have turned bright red.

Fried has dropped his lips in his ear without even knowing my mind like that, slipping them straight into his neck muscle and crawling his tongue. He whispers in a low voice all over his hot exhale to me trembling at the feel of his rough tongue.

"Hey, will you? Liddy."

"Ugh, yeah. Okay."

"... good"

I nodded, blinking my eyes, at the sound of some hot plea.

At some point Fried, who came around in front of me, kneels down and blocks his lips, naturally.

I was quickly held up and taken to the bedroom by Fried, who had been deepening the kiss as it was, and who was unwilling to resist.

Of course. And then it tastes as good as you promised? They gave it to me.

... Oh, what am I really going to do now? I had predicted, but I've been unable to reject him in earnest.

I'm afraid I'm going to slip away like this.

... uh, hon. That's what we talked about in a weird direction.

Well, I'm surrounded by three young ladies.

But Charles, Marianne, Miss Miriaria, and the members were too chaotic.

Marianne is observing a room dedicated to the royal family with her eyes shining, and Charles is lukewarm as she looks at this one. Miss Migliaria... I wonder what. Am I being asked how it is? Anyway, it was hard for all of us, past the Trinity.

"Sister, this is the first time I've had this new treat called Yookan. That's so delicious! Which one was in your hand?

She liked the lamb she tried out as a tea treat quickly, and Char asks where to buy it.

The lamb was successfully completed the other day, with great success, but it was decided that this recipe would eventually be placed under the control of the Royal Palace. As far as I'm concerned, I don't care who makes it, but I know from experience that it doesn't.

At the behest of my father, the Chancellor, I only registered the original recipe and later opened the recipe to two trusted people, Baltic and the Deputy Chef. They're going to spread it as a special treat offered at the Royal Palace. My brother moaned that he had more extra work, but I guess his expression didn't look like an unpleasant job because he seemed to enjoy it.

When I mentioned chestnut lamb, water lamb, etc. as derivatives at the end of the story, it was noisy to just make them.

At that time I said it again and ran away, but I feel that the Balts who were listening with me are more likely to stick with me first than my brother.

As I remembered them, I relented at the shalls I had come up with.

"Look, take it easy. The lamb was made in the kitchen of the castle, so I don't sell it to the store. If you like it, I'll get it for you, so you want to take it home for a souvenir?

"Yes! Please!

Schal smiling with joy.

With her pink brown hair tied up from the side, she just tries to be cute and heals. In fact, if I spoke to her, I would find that she was a very honest child, although her thoughts are a little sweet as an aristocratic lady. Seems like a lot of flushing personality for better or worse.

Talking to Shall makes me feel like I have a sister I can't do well, and I want to burn to take care of her. He strokes his head around and wants to be adorable.

Marianne, who watched us interact still, opened her mouth to not seem funny.

"Dear Lydiana. When did you get to know Miss Charlotte? Besides, sister... what a rude way to call the future queen."

I laugh bitterly at Marianne, who doesn't hide her muffled expression.

"Well, there's a lot going on. Besides, I don't care, so don't say anything more about Marianne. So what happened to you? It's rare that I want to see you on purpose."

"Um... that's..."

When I asked her why she was visiting, suddenly Marianne got upset with a troubled look on her face.

I'm concerned about Marianne, who doesn't have much to say, and I speak up.

"Marianne? What's wrong?

"No, if you think about it carefully, it's a big deal. If I hadn't told Lydiana that for some reason, I would have regretted what I had done in such a hurry. What a nasty thing to come to a castle like this... so suddenly I'm sorry..."

"That's not true. I was just bored, so I'm glad."

Not a lie. If you say so, Marianne looked relieved. Still asks me to peep.

"Um, wasn't Prince Wang angry?

"Huh?"

Marianne put her hand on her cheek and gave her a lukewarm look if she asked why Fried's name came up here now.

"It's a famous story that anyone already knows that Prince Wang is drowning Lydiana. I also hear rumors that you won't even try to let go for a moment. This is how I took away my time with Lydiana today, and I wonder if I bought Prince Wang's unhappiness..."

"... Your Highness told me to use this room, so I don't have to worry about it."

I found my face caught on the contents of rumors that it was spreading.

Drowning. What's that?

I feel dizzy about my first words.

Is such a strange rumor spreading? But why?

In retrospect, I don't remember imitating, imitating, spreading rumors like that.

I wanted to hold my head wondering how the hell there was such an inexplicable rumor spread.

"Rumors are spreading like that... you have a headache. So? What was Marianne trying to tell me?

I can't help inquiring about rumors.

If this happened, just shake the subject to listen to her, and Marianne nodded correctly.

"Yes. Lady Lydiana did leave early for the fold of the last royal palace-sponsored ball, right?

"Yep... Yep"

I remember Prince Maximilian at the potato ceremony and frown. Marianne kept talking to me like that.

"It's what happens after that. The last time Lydiana had a tea party, the singer we talked to, he appeared."

"... there's been talk of that."

The singer and I were going to see it in our original plans. That's why I switched to bath play.

"Well, it's him, but the song he was singing..."

"Song? You do sing a rare song, don't you?

"Yeah, it is. But the song looks just like the song I heard from Lydiana before..."

"Did I sing?

"Yes, just once, it's a song sung in front of a cherry blossom. I think it was just the lyrics that..."

"... no way"

I heard the lyrics Marianne had spoken and it hardened me too much to my astonishment.

The song was certainly sung in front of her only once.

But the example singer sang that?

I wonder what you're talking about, Marianne.

... There's no way that's happening.

Because the song I made Marianne hear belonged to my previous life's world.

It doesn't exist in this world.

"... that the singer sang it?

If you can't believe it and check again, Marianne nodded quietly.

"Yes, remember Lord Lydiana used to say it was a song nobody knew. I wondered how he knew. I think I should inform Master Lydiana of this, and this is how I've come to shame..."

I smiled at Marianne clouding her expression wondering if she would have taken extra care of her, saying that was not the case.

It's not extra. Much appreciated information.

There is no way Marianne is lying. I guess that means he's the same reincarnator as me.

Besides, the fact that you sang a Japanese song is from the same country.

I'm not necessarily a reincarnator from the same era, and I'm not going to blah blah blah, but I thought I'd like to talk to you.