Risou no Himo Seikatsu

When Yoshijiro was enjoying a DVD viewing party on his own while cooling down on the fan, his wife, Aura, was performing her duties as queen in the office.

The majority of Aura's duties at the head of the country are meetings and meetings.

With no prime minister, the head of politics, and no marshal, the head of the army, in the Karpua kingdom today, Aura is having an extremely busy day.

The gap time that arises between meetings and interviews passes simply by looking at the reports that are to be submitted.

A bunch of dragon-skinned paper (a beast-skinned paper made from runaway dragon leather) turned randomly, and Fabio's secretary standing beside him hung up on Aura, who was looking through him.

"Your Majesty, it's time"

Speaking to a fine middle-aged man, Aura raises her eyes, which she was dropping on dragon-skinned paper.

"Oh, no more. Who's next?

There's no exact clock like modern Japan. It's probably a roomy world in time, but still within the royal palace, it's the smallest and a quarter of an hour - to measure time in fifteen minute increments, it has precision against time.

The Queen of the Day is busy without modern Japanese politicians as much as most of her work has to be done during the rising hours of the day.

"Yes, the next visitor is General Pujol Gijen of the Knights"

To the name given by the secretary, Aura blushed openly.

It is the name of one of the two most prestigious son-in-law of Aura, until the summons of Yoshijiro.

In the war ahead, Aura sees him as an inaccurate person as the queen's son-in-law, although he is undoubtedly a capable soldier who raised numerous martial arts young.

What did an ambitious man come to say when he was deprived of the position of 'husband of the queen', which was within reach, by a critical and inexplicable otherworldly man?

Just imagining it, Aura accidentally leaks her sigh.

"Your Majesty, a military officer in the rank of general and a civilian in the rank of minister have the right to offer a direct message to the King. Sir Pujol is merely exercising his rightful rights."

The words of an overly calm secretary make Aura even more frustrating. Still, I understand that the words of Secretary Fabio are true in reason.

"I know. That's enough, let me in."

After a deep breath to exhale frustration, Aura orders it so with the majestic look and voice of the usual.

"Ha."

The middle-aged secretary, courtesy of Aura, headed to the door leading to the waiting room and walked away with the cuttlefish at an exact pace.

"Sire Aura. First of all, once again, I congratulate you. Congratulations on your marriage."

"Thank you, Sir Pujol. If you say that to me, it lightens my heart a little. Between me and you, there seemed to be no male or female fringe, but the fringe of the Lord is something I want to take care of in the future."

"… Ha, that's an unbearable word"

In the king's office, the conversation between Aura and Pujol, who met and sat across the street, began with a social dictionary to the whites.

If it is easy to describe a man named Pujol Gijen, it becomes the term 'typical samurai'.

As a woman, she has one body that is bigger than the big Aura. Deep digging, tough face. Multiple scars are engraved on both arms peeking from the hem of the short sleeve, and on both palms as large as those gloves, you can see a hard, large sword dako.

Sanjiro and Pujol. On the look of it, if you ask if Aura's partner deserves it, perhaps a hundred out of a hundred will answer Pujols.

If red hair is lined with a wheat-skinned aura and dark hair with brown-skinned pujols, it will fit in visually. I am just in tune with my long Aura as a woman and my long Pujols as a man.

He is an excellent samurai, a competent general, and a hero who was younger and raised many medals in earlier wars.

The hero who had lost the queen's companionship turned to the queen, who was the object of loyalty, and told him to go straight in.

"Do, Your Majesty. As I'm sure you know, I have a sister who is ten years younger. It is as thin as mine, but it also draws royal blood, is highly magical, and is in order to the point where personality and upbringing are not embarrassed to put it in public.

How about that? Could you add your sister to Master Zenzilow's side chamber, even in the sense of increasing the royal blood? "

…………

Aura desperately embraced the urge to carry her crisp and aching head at the abrupt and straightforward offer of an ambitious man.

This is it. With this overtly obvious ambition, this man, no matter how capable he is as a samurai, was extremely inappropriate as a queen's companion.

Since Aura herself, is not a character spoiled by her husband's puppet, if Aura and Pujol had entered into marriage, the Kingdom of Karpua would have had a fairly high chance of being divided into queens and kings' distributions, causing internal divisions.

Nevertheless, suddenly bringing the story of the side room to my new wife, who just finished her wedding, is not a story that had both consideration and heftiness.

Aura asks without breaking her laid back expression.

"Hmm, that's an interesting story. So, what does my sister herself, who is in charge, say?

"? I'm the head of the Gijen family?

To Aura's inquiry, Pujol leaned his neck in a heartfelt wonder.

It's the parents' job to decide where a woman is to marry. Pujols are only making common sense decisions that follow the traditions of this country.

Instead, Aura, who has lived to this present year while retaining her typical queen temperament, is out of the common sense of the Karpua kingdom.

That said, the vast majority of men decide where to marry their daughters and sisters, to some extent also taking into account their will, but this pujol seems fully willing to decide where to marry his sister solely for his own convenience. And I don't believe and doubt that it's my legitimate right to do so.

Realizing that she had taken the story the wrong way, Aura continues the story next with a spare smile.

"Right. But my son-in-law has just transferred to this world, and I still can't afford it physically and mentally. So far, my opponent is all I have."

To the rejection of a clear Aura, Pujol narrows its sharp eye area softly.

"… is that truly your own word, Master Zenzilow?

Aura answers the question of her subordination, which may also be taken as disrespectful and doubtful of the Queen's words, with more chest than necessary.

"Whatever. No way, are you suspicious?

"No. Excuse me. But it is frankly true that I too, as one kingdom nobleman, would like to take a peek at greeting the newly ruled Master Zenzilow.

Would you please tell Master Zenzilow that I said so? "

"... ok. 'Without differing from word to word', let's be sure to put it in the ear of your son-in-law"

"Please"

Finally, Pujol followed the Queen's office with a knightly courtesy with his right fist on his left shoulder.

Aura sighs heavily, making sure an ambitious general leaves across the door.

"Damn, I didn't expect to send my sister next time my marriage fails. Same, peeling ambition. It's so clear."

Behind what is said there, secretary Fabio, who until then stood like a statue, answers the queen who abominably throws up and throws up, in a flat voice.

"But General Pujol, for being frank, is very helpful in foreseeing the movement of the entire nobility. Perhaps a similar offer will arrive shortly. If you keep saying no to it like you said earlier, it's inevitable that there will be a rumor that 'Your Majesty wants to protect her own power, but therefore her husband's freedom'."

Aura glances at the secretary's words, which are painful in her ear, and disproves them.

"It is the will of my son-in-law not to come out locked in the rear palace. I didn't say anything."

"Yes, I know. That one, because he's smart, so far so good, and superficially extremely cooperative with His Majesty. But even the relationship between His Majesty and Lady Zenzilow cannot be passed on to the royal palace nobility without being drawn to the rear palace."

Aura has no choice but to sigh at the words of the most powerful secretary.

"Then again, to some extent, I will have to ask my son-in-law to come out to the royal palace and appeal directly from the mouth of my son-in-law that the couple relationship with me is going well, right?

I don't think my son-in-law is bothering me. "

Pushing an unplanned hardship on a partner who is so honest and loving is a little distracting.

I kind of really, really feel like I've become the bad girl that binds my husband's freedom because of power.

But a secretary who can't care less about such a queen's depression doesn't even move the fine iron skin with a pickle and keeps talking.

"I have no choice. In fact, what General Pujol said, 'Master Zenzilow has a side chamber', is an extremely reasonable proposition given the survival of the royal blood."

"Well, that's true,"

The legitimacy of the word must also be acknowledged as Aura.

Aura and Yoshijiro, as monogamous as they are, no matter how enthusiastically they love each other, there is a limit to the number of children born. Well, Aura is a fierce queen. That's right. I can't pull it off just to give birth.

"In fact, what do you think? After all, do you think General Pujol's offer should be accepted?

Aura asked the secretary yes, as she thought.

The opinion of this middle-aged secretary's emphasis on efficiency alone by the cold end is very informative as a guiding principle for the whole.

To Aura's inquiry, Secretary Fabio rarely shrugged his shoulder slightly,

"I have my own opinion, but that can be taken as an insult to the royal family, depending on what you hear. I can't judge whether it's something to put in His Majesty's ear."

Yes, I bowed my head.

But Aura doesn't fit in, and when she waves her hands flat with Hiraki, she urges her to continue.

"I don't mind. Your disrespect would have been your business at first. Speak with no regard, because there is nothing to be angry about, there is no punishment."

"Yes, I did," the secretary, with the Queen's permission, said in a token.

"First of all, in conclusion, I disagree with the inclusion of General Pujols' sister princess in Master Zenzilow's side room."

"Hmm?"

Aura embarks on the words of the secretary, which came from an unexpected conclusion, as she was intrigued.

"Put a nobleman in Master Zenjilow's side chamber who inherits the precious royal blood. That way, at first glance, the next generation of royalty will appear to increase and the future of the royal family will seem cheaper, but in fact, it is a trail, considering the next generation.

Because everything that drains the blood of the royal family will be Zenzilow's half-brothers and sisters. "

"Oh, I see"

Aura nodded like she was good at it. Sure it is. No matter how many more people draw royal blood, in half-brothers and sisters, all of whom have one father, successive generations of matrimonial policies become extremely difficult.

Marriages such as half-sisters and half-sisters are not very recommended in the Karpua Kingdom, although they are not prohibited.

"So if we simply consider the survival of the royal blood, it would be best if General Pujol's sister Princess were to be married around Sir Raffaello of the Marquez family, another husband candidate of His Majesty's.

Also, at the same time, I have nothing to say to Master Zenzilow if he was a magician blessed with magic or if he was able to welcome the proper aristocratic daughter into the side room and create a division of the bloody royal family. Oh, no matter, it's a big premise between Your Majesty and Master Zenzilow to have a mainstream son. "

To the words of Secretary Fabio, who spoke pale, Aura smiled as if she had drawn her mouth to it.

"If you hang on to me, the royal and aristocratic marital policies will be like talking about 'dragon walking' hybrids."

Ironically for the Queen, the fine secretary doesn't move at all.

"So I declined to be the first to be disrespectful. In the first place, this is only a story seen from the direction of surviving the heirs of 'space-time magic'. Marriage involves people's hearts and minds, and if powerful aristocrats like the Gigens and Marques are married to each other in marriage, the harm of creating domestic aristocrats who are too powerful for the royal family arises."

"I know. I'm the one who sees those situations and makes the final decision.... but in any case, will my suspicion only increase if I do not put my son-in-law somewhat on the arrow of the aristocracy?

Fabio, if your son-in-law stays tucked away in the rear palace for how long, can you keep the nobles under suspicion?

The secretary answers Aura's abrupt question without precipitation.

"Right, is it the shortest month, the longest month and a half, etc. If it seems to be longer than that, then, no matter what Master Zenzilow says, the reputation of 'Your Majesty is making you say it' will be stuffy."

"A month, well, that's the place. All right, all right. Fortunately, my son-in-law has offered me 'I want to learn the courtesy and common sense of this world'. Have a tutor in your son-in-law."

"Teacher, is it? The hindquarters are forbidden for men...?

Aura smiles and answers meaningfully to the words of an exploring secretary.

"Regardless, candidates for tutoring are limited to women. I want you to teach me the basics of magic, so I'd prefer to be a magician."

A highly magical woman tutor. If that's all you ask, it just sounds like an Aura approved sideroom candidate. But Aura adds to stab the nail.

"If there doesn't seem to be a 'suitable candidate', ask your wife to do enough. I just hope there's no one out there to behave carelessly."

A woman is Pasquara, the wife of Espiridion, the leading magician whom Aura trusts. Even when I hear that she is already an 'tutor candidate' over seventy years old, if anyone still recommends an unmarried woman of her age as a tutor candidate, it is either a blur that cannot even read Aura's intentions, or an ambitious person who takes precedence over the Queen's request to expand her powers.

The middle-aged secretary shrugged her shoulders as small as trouble and advised the queen.

"Your Majesty. If we try His Highness too openly, the hearts and minds will be separated. Attention."

"I know. But you're right, and given the future, there's no way you can ignore the possibility of welcoming your son-in-law into the sideroom and creating a division. Then we need to keep the Dangerous Side Room Candidate alive soon."

In fact, even as Aura, who so far is smoothly turning her special honeymoon as her new wife, is a bit of an unwillingness to talk.

Even though political marriage is a royal duty, even royalty has romantic sentiments and a desire for exclusivity.

"Damn, even if it entertains a little bit of a waterless newlywed life, the punishment won't be enough."

That's what Aura said, shrugging her shoulders like it didn't seem funny.