It was the day of the award ceremony.
This day, until then, the rain stops and it's as clear as a lie.
One day yesterday, the lady was caged in the mansion. The Earl narrowed his eyes when he saw the lady acting healthy even with her bracelet on -- I didn't say anything. Seems like he's decided not to ask about it, although I think the report from the maid is going up that I probably messed with the bracelet. I guess that means the result is Aurai.
"You're starting so early in the morning"
They woke me up an hour before sunrise, and I was baring my yawn —— even though I don't know when the sun came out because of the clouds.
To my inquiry, the maid director,
"The Holy Kingdom of Kulvern carries out many divine affairs under the auspices of His Majesty the Holy King. Divinity is something that takes time anyway. From now on, you'll have to get used to Reggie, as the lady will be joining you."
"Uhm..."
I don't want to get used to it. I don't want to participate enough to get used to it.
Events like the "budding and crescent dinner party" and divinity like this award ceremony seem to be of a completely different kind.
The gift pearl is a gift from God and is received by the Holy King on behalf of the people. The Holy King distributes it to the people —— that it is the nobility that represents them.
The founding of the Holy King of Kulvern dates back more than a thousand years. It's been a custom since the founding of the country, so there are still ancient, itchy rituals that don't fit into the world today.
"Good morning, lady --"
A lady came out with the sunrise that she had had three hot baths before sunrise. There seems to be a rule like "You have to keep all your bodies clean when the sun comes up". Because even I wiped my body with hot water and was as familiar as I was.
The clothes the lady was wearing were bright pale yellow and green in her eyes as well —— young buds.
Looks like a simple piece of cloth that just matches a large piece of cloth. Yes, it's a chiton with a Greek mythical sculpture or something. The texture of just a solid cloth and the gloss of brown leather strings wrapped around my hips make me think, "Oh, you must be so rich..." as always.
The lady weaving an empty shawl on top of it also looked like a character who had softly emerged from the mythical world, combined with my previous life's knowledge.
"... I'm not used to wearing it."
"You look great."
"They shouldn't wear accessories for the most part, but they gave me special permission for the magic props on their arms."
Undecorative styles, I guess this is from tradition again. "Because it's not decorative, what fabric and how to dye it is the show of the arm," the maid length says, roughing her nose.
... If there's a "Encouragement Eye" hanging there, that would be a violent fight...
The lady, who was then tied up with her hair, looked exactly like she was going up the stairs one by one from girl to adult, showing a snuggly nod.
"Go, Reggie."
"Ha."
It's not even 8: 00 a.m. yet, but I left the mansion with my daughter. [M] I can see how special this day is because the Count is already in St. Royal Palace.
As I rode the carriage and ran through the 3rd Sanctuary, I heard more carriages than usual. I don't know what house carriage it is because the lady was closing the carriage window because she said "cold".
"Lady, how are you feeling?"
"No problem at the moment. But... you say it's a whole day's work, right? I'm a little nervous."
"It's a day of patience"
"Yeah...... so you have to get through it.... but it's still a lot easier because you tweaked the magic props..."
The carriage went up in stone with Gotton, and I overheard half the lady's words.
"Huh? What did you say?
"It's nothing. Reggie, be a good girl and wait till I get out."
The lady said so as if the mother were to teach the child.
I watched as the carriage carrying the lady went through the castle gate. Wet cobblestones with rain until last night have accumulated water by the way. In today's weather, the cobblestone will be almost dry by noon.
The carriage and was stopped in a parking lot just after entering a section with St. Royal Palace, from which the lady seems to walk to the venue.
(I wonder if you're okay...)
Anxiety is disturbing, but some of them are counts, so I have to wait quietly.
The walls separating the 1st Sanctuary from the St. Royal Palace seemed lower and thinner than any previous walls. It would only be about 3 meters tall.
The walls were dull and golden, which is also clearly different from previous walls. And even there, there's a picture.
(... dragons and people walking shoulder to shoulder... no, they also look like beastmen...)
The dragon was very similar to the dragon I had encountered before. People have long ears that leave an elf-like appearance, while their beaked tails grow.
The painting was simplified like a mural, and I could only see it from a nanome because it was open, and I wasn't sure what the details were, such as what its species was.
The castle gate was to the point where one carriage could pass critically, and when one carriage entered, it was shaped like one coming out of the other. In other words, there are too many aristocrats attending today's award ceremony, causing traffic.
"Yeah, I'm going down. I can't wait."
"Oh, Father, be strong!
I couldn't wait for traffic and there was someone who got off the carriage in the rear.
Though wearing glorious clothing characteristic of the nobility, the figures inside were the style of nobility.
Her hair like tenderness is red, long and dripping behind her. An incredibly thick chest plate owner, a muscle that seems to lift about a light automobile can be felt across the garment.
Eyes as sharp as a beast under my crocodile's eyebrows on a tanned face. There was a wound on the cheek from Batten. He is the one who has not lived an ordinary life, no matter how he sees it.
The man who got out of the carriage stopped looking at me.
"-- well, the kid from that time"
No, we don't know a face as vicious as yours...
"Father, if you say so!
The person who came down after that, whoever it was, was like Mira.
So... this guy is a Mule Borderline Bob!? Huh - I see - I don't know that, because I've never seen him bare face before.
I drifted across the sidewalk with my head hanging over my head, thinking that I didn't care.
Mira said, "Father, we're not the only ones walking. It's embarrassing," but Uncle Borderline ignores everything. Strong.
Big shoes and thick thighs stopped in front of me.
"Lord, you're an escort to the Sullies, aren't you?
"... Ha"
"Show me your face"
I looked up when I was told. [M]
... Oh, Mira is in thin red. The style is just like that of a lady...... rustic and adorable.
"What do you say? Aren't you going to come to the Borderlands?
"... and you said"
"It means the way it is. The Holy King's capital and such would be boring. My territory is interesting. There are many handicappers, and monsters are fierce. There could even be a war. It's a great place to test your arms."
Erm.
Is this being scouted...? I can't move my forefinger at all......?
"I'm sorry, but I seem to have a heavy load on me"
"Really? Well, I wouldn't mind staying here for that... kind of bloody noisy today"
Blood noise? It's such a beautiful day......
"Ah, good morning, Master Eva's escort!
"Good morning, Master Mira. Today's meal looks very good on you."
Mira was tempered by the lady opponent at first, but she started exchanging letters and seemed to get pretty restless in a few meetings.
"Ugh... this seems to be when your mother wore it to the award ceremony. It would be amazing."
"It is. I'm sure you'll be pleased."
"Yeah! I'm in the mansion at the sanatorium now, but he's got this out for me with a great cane."
"--Mira, let's go."
"Oh, Father, wait! Mm-hmm, you're being selfish. Bye!"
Waving small, Master Mira was followed by Uncle Borderline. Our lady said something about Mira's mother... she's not well enough to get out of the Borderlands.
Still, if my real daughter is going to wear the same clothes as herself and come to the sunny stage —— that must be sunny.
Like the weather today.
(... but let's be vigilant. I heard from Mr. Zelly that there seems to be no change in the city, so I'm sure there's something more inside than the 3rd Sanctuary...... it's a trend of the nobles)
I was just a little concerned about what Uncle Borderline said.
I don't even know the mastermind behind Master Kruvschlatt's attempted poisoning. Now I guess I've never been over alert.
I thought so as I watched the noble carriage and the first sanctuary of the escort's horseback.