Reborn Little Girl Won’t Give Up

"Come on, this is Felicia."

I guess it's me in order, but the lead would be Chris, and I'm willing to do it again.

"Nice to meet you. Dear Blanc, Harry. And His Highness Cyrus. Felicia Remington."

Greet and gently salute in turn.

"And another daughter, Christine"

"Nice to meet you. I'm Christine Remington."

Chris greeted him with a clear voice. Wonderful. I couldn't even say a decent hello the other day. I was relieved that children seemed to have more fun with each other than nervousness.

"Then go inside."

Even though spring is near, it is still winter. Since we have successfully met, I invite you to the reception room. The boys who clearly talk about the journey, etc. feel good, but Chris is just getting tired of twitching. As we were meeting beforehand, the child was meant to interact more with the child.

"Which is better outside or ours?

Chris stood up a little happy as he said so.

"Outside."

"Harry. The outside air is still cold for young children"

Your brother Bran told me, and Harry looked stiff.

"It's okay. Because I'm always outside. You just have to stay in our house before it's too late."

To Chris's words I smiled and stood up.

"I'll follow you too, I won't force you."

Getting into adult stories is a hassle. Maybe I'll have to do that sooner or later, but now I want to be with Chris at all.

"Then so am I."

His Highness Cyrus rises.

"No, I'm enough. Your Royal Highness does not care and does not spend time with your father or mother, such as the child's counterpart"

I said no, but His Highness followed me when he greeted his father and mother. You can follow me, but I won't deal with you because I have to see Chris.

The escort also pulls, and Chris heads outside, as usual, still concerned about Bran and Harry.

"Come on, tree up, what do you want? Of course, if you want to see flowers, you can have some."

Your brother Blanc was more picky on the words flower and greenhouse, but his brother Harry was apparently drawn to "tree climbing". Fashionable clothes and everything because of it, the two of us climbing trees hard at the tree where I was just taken too. I know Chris can climb a tree long enough so I could calm down and watch.

nature and took the form of watching over the two young men with the remaining three.

"Lord Chris seems a lot more active."

"Yes, Master Blanc. I love to move my body. But academics have worked hard. We also serve as the study partner for His Highness Nicholas"

I hope this pageant doesn't succeed. But I want you to forgive me for sticking around and bragging about Chris.

"Unfortunately, His Highness Nicholas asked to go on an inspection."

"Yes, His Royal Highness Albert took you on an inspection in the north, wanting you to spread the word at a young age"

"You think you're only three years old? And because of that, I wanted to meet the next generation of Lisburn and Albans."

Sure, in Bran's years, those two will be just fine. Only one younger Bran than me doesn't seem very interested in me. I feel a little easier.

"Please be patient in Remington. I'll show you the greenhouse later, if you don't mind."

"Patience, etc."

Bran looked at me in a hurry and turned a little red on his cheeks and immediately turned away.

"Yes, if you don't mind. I'm interested in plants."

Cute. I'd like to show you Gil and Luke. I thought of the two of them that would be going north by now. I wonder if she's usually about 15 years old. On second thought, Harry is two years different from Luke.

"I have met Lord Gilbert and Lord Luke, and my adorable sister, in Wester."

"Your Highness! I didn't know. In Wester, is it?

Master Cyrus, who had been quiet as a shadow until now, put it out in his mouth as if he remembered a fu when he heard his name. Blanc looked back at His Highness Cyrus in surprise.

"When Wester had business, you all accidentally needed it."

"But when it comes to Master Luke's sister, weren't you just a toddler"

"I just turned two. But he's an unusual toddler, serving as a playmate for His Highness Nicholas and accompanying him on a visit to the north."

No matter how much Leah, being an unusual toddler is an extremely rude way of saying it. Instead of Luke, I turned to His Highness Cyrus, who had to say a word. But wait.

Indeed, the Four Horses are famous. I also revealed that I was two years old during this time. But it shouldn't be so widespread that Leah is the playmate of His Highness Nicholas, and I wonder why he's so familiar with it, not least because he serves without a shortage or accompanies him to the north.

"Lord Felicia. I have already finished greeting the King of Kingdoms."

Lord Cyrus felt my suspicions and darkened to ask a lot of questions at that time. I wonder if it's known about Chris. Then why doesn't Bran know? Because Cyrus is royal?

"That's Lord Angelique's daughter. Looks pretty good and turns smart"

I wonder why he seems to be complimenting me and getting cocky. I don't think I feel comfortable with His Highness Silas. I then focused my speech on Master Blanc and stayed with His Royal Highness Silas on the liturgical one. His Highness Cyrus looked at it funny with one mouth edge up, but I don't think it's so rude.

He then led him to the greenhouse, where he returned to his mother and father in anticipation of when Chris and Harry were tired.

"Oh, my God! That was great!

Chris, who had no Niko and Leah and was bored, didn't mean the matchmaking, but it seemed like he'd really enjoyed playing it out of his mind for the first time in a long time.

"That's good. Shall we have a little tea and rest?"

That's what your mother looked at me for. I wonder what.

"Chris was very clever, and Master Harry and Mr. Blanc are wonderful people."

As an escort, let me tell you exactly what I saw.

"Yes. That would have been nice. So, Felicia."

And you? tilted your neck like that. Me? I'm with you. I am.

I saw His Highness Cyrus as a hacker. Harry, Bran, and His Highness, who were talking to your father, immediately noticed me and looked at this one, raising the edge of his mouth.

That's it. Maybe it's the smile of His Highness Cyrus.

Somehow irritated, I first noticed when I looked at my mother and at those expected eyes.

Me.

Is that me?

Your mother wanted to hide Chris and see me and His Highness Cyrus.