Outaishihi ni Nante Naritakunai!!

... Doesn't Master Hélène like kings?

Just for a second, that's what I thought.

'Cause I'd love to wear that if they told me it was Fried's preferred dress, and although it's embarrassing to wear it at night, I'd put up with it if Fried would welcome it.

If you think someone you like might be happy with it, wouldn't it normally be something you would accept?

I know it's a different way of thinking, but Master Hélène asked me if I was still surprised.

"Is Master Lydiana different?

"I... yes, that's right. If Your Highness told me you'd be happy, I'd wear it honestly, and I'd be glad to tell you."

When I told her how I felt, Master Hélène's eyes narrowed gently.

"Hehe... you really like your Highness. But you, Your Highness's only righteous queen, and I, His Majesty's concubine, are in a different position."

……

Master Hélène laughed, not to misunderstand, not knowing how to return to the word.

"I'm not saying anything I don't like. What it really means as it is. I'm convinced of myself now, and I don't think I'm unhappy. I just want to be free, at least when I'm in this hall. So Emma alone is enough.... Oh, here we are."

Open the door of the southernmost room and Master Hélène smiles.

"Go ahead. It's my room. Except for Emma... you're the second person to walk into this room."

"Excuse me......"

I stepped indoors thrilled.

I'm the second. Naturally, the first person is a king... so I guess there's still very little for people to visit here.

Though it may be natural to assume that it is in a royal settlement.

I enter a room where even my mother-in-law has never been, and I look around.

The large, well-organized, south-facing room was bright and very open.

The veranda was opened and the garden was full of various herbs.

The room is simple and has only minimal furniture required.

Nor was the furniture extraordinarily luxurious, just like any aristocrat would normally get.

No carpet is laid in the main room. Instead it was on the board and it seemed to me like it was flooring. They weren't apart from the bedroom, and there was a bed with a canopy on the edge of the large room.

"Sit down. Let's just make it tea, shall we?

"Yes."

Master Hélène urged me, and I sat down on the couch. In front of me is a used low table.

Above it was a vase, lived by a stunning white lily.

"It's a beautiful lily"

I didn't think the summer flowers were decorated.

It was unexpected, so I put it to her mouth, but Master Hélène laughed fluently as she shifted her gaze.

The look on that face is so natural and gentle, I fall in love for a moment.

"I like this flower. So let me just be selfish and replace it with something new before it withers. If you're in the courtyard of a royal neighborhood, you'll be blooming all seasons, right?

"Speaking of which, right"

It seems that the courtyard of the royal neighborhood is temperature-controlled by magic, with all sorts of flowers blooming in the spring, summer, autumn, and winter.

How dare you see roses blooming in the meantime.

Convinced she was sourcing from it, Emma walked into the room laughing, apparently preparing tea in a separate room.

"Master Helene really likes these flowers."

"What, Emma? If you have something to say, you can say it."

"No, I don't know anything... hehe"

Emma laughed again at Lady Helene, "Excuse me," she said to me, handily arranging the tea preparation.

Pour some tea into the cup, and I'll talk to you.

"I was just about to burn my scones. Do you think the Queen will cook if you ask? If you don't mind, I'd like to know the trick."

I knew I could change the subject openly, but I also responded in a good mood.

"If you're a scone, you're a better head chef at the castle than I am. Besides, I think people can taste different flavors. Wouldn't it be funny if it was all the same?

"So is that. Tea, is sugar for you?

"I don't need it. I wonder if I could get it straight."

"Yes, sir."

Great aroma of brewed standing tea.

Freshly baked scones were served on a large plate, about three types of jam and honey served with butter, and crouted cream.

"Then please take your time and relax. Please don't hesitate to call me if you need anything."

That's what Emma says when she's finished preparing her tea and she goes back. It was just me and Master Hélène in the room.

Master Hélène is in a good mood and scones.

Because of this, I also decided not to hesitate to take it. Place the scones on the removal dish and sip with croted cream first.

"Ah... delicious"

The moist texture was my favorite scone.

Unexpectedly spilling the words, Master Hélène laughed happily.

"Isn't that right? Emma's scones are great. Sure, scones made in the Royal Castle kitchen are delicious, but I like Emma's scones the most."

"Yeah, really. The slight sweetness is very delicious."

I thought it was just too much to say than a chef, but each person. But it was really amazing. The black tea leaves are refined, but they taste exquisite.

I don't like the flavor of bergamot. If I noticed, I was reaching for the second one.

As I cheeked the scones in a good mood, Master Helene spoke to me.

"I was just wondering, but Master Lydiana is a lot more comfortable with female officers. I didn't think you'd talk to Emma like that."

"Huh? Was something wrong?

I think it was as usual, but was something strange?

Tilting his neck, Master Hélène also said as he reached for another scone.

"I think there are a lot of young ladies who don't like to be approached by women. Most girls don't talk too much, they just want to do their job."

"Really? Not in my acquaintance..."

"I'm sure the class calls friends. But unfortunately, it is."

That's what I said, Master Helene, who eats scones when he puffs.

"Emma is also my nanny. That's why it's like that, but it doesn't seem to go well with the royal castle ladies. I've been advised many times to return the king's concubine to her home."

... I see.

Perhaps there was a reason around that Master Hélène got rid of the ladies.

When I thought my concubine had a lot of things to do, Master Hélène came forward.

"More than that, Dear Lydiana. Let me hear your story. I just wanted to know what really happened!

"Uh, talk? Is that it? I'm sorry. Which story?

When I inquired because I really didn't know, Master Hélène said it was supposed to be less distant.

"You've decided that. I'm talking about His Highness! Talk about His Highness Friedrich!

"Ha... Your Highness's"

What fun is it to talk about Fried?

I encourage you to talk because I didn't know what Master Hélène wanted to hear.

I slowly grabbed a cup of tea and listened to Hereine-sama, who was a little excited, enjoying the flavor.

"That's right. Talk about His Highness Friedrich! That's the only way, isn't it? 'Cause lately the Imperial Castle has been filled with rumors about you and Your Highness. I heard you're so close, and you're flirting all the time, but is that true?

"... eh"

I want someone to compliment me for not blowing out the tea I was drinking.

Why are you saying that?

Staring stunnedly at Master Hélène while holding a cup of tea, Master Hélène, unaware of my gaze, began to speak even more.

"I hear you always stick together, and when you two are together, you get a pink aura and it's not very, but you can't get close, there's something going on. I also heard you were kissing..."

"And I didn't!

I put the cup back on the table and hastily denied it.

I just didn't do that.

I may have slipped about a tu on my forehead, but my lips should only be in the room.

If you categorically deny it, does Master Hélène really? And he asked again, blinking his eyes.

"It's true!

"I was actually at Knights headquarters before you came. I cuddled with His Highness in the practice area and saw him about to kiss me now..."

"Huh!?"