Risou no Himo Seikatsu

Months later. Queen Aura had set up a place for talks with the messengers of the two kingdoms of Sharova Jilbaer in a room of the royal palace. This is the coolest time of year. A soft sun, not exceeding twenty-five degrees even at midday, plunges through an open window and lights up the room comfortably.

Aura, whose fetters have subsided and whose abdominal size has instead become more pronounced, dresses herself in a loosely made red dress that she does not wear very often on a daily basis, leaving her body on the couch and speaking softly to the fearful messengers of the two kingdoms in the opposite seat.

"As you can see, it's a weight. Excuse me for the shattered outfit."

"No, not at all. Your Majesty has no vision, and I know it with great pleasure."

To the Queen's words, the messengers of the two kingdoms returned the words as they had been moulded and bowed their heads in courtesy.

He's a middle-aged man, hardened himself into a double kingdom outfit based on purple and white. He is a Ping nobleman with no title or territory, but he is entrusted with this great task, so I guess he places a lot of trust in his personality and abilities.

The fact is, even if you look across the street from Aura, the king of the great powers, the man has so far remained tattered and calm.

This is the fifth time Aura has set up a meeting place with this man. Considering that the man entered the Karpua Royal Palace two months ago, the fifth face-to-face meeting feels slightly more liberal than the weight of the agenda, but because confidentiality is a top priority, we can't do that either.

It's like how Aura, the queen of one nation, is frequently in one-on-one meetings with a human being who is nothing more than a knight, no matter how messenger of the great Shalova Zilbert Double Kingdom, "something so much has happened" around him.

Mutual claims are bumping into each other's heads of state, but only the desire to carry things in secrecy is consistent.

"I know you understand, but I can't take a long time to talk to you. Let's get this over with. The two kingdoms were given the Word of Blessings during the marriage between me and my son-in-law. You're not gonna turn that around, are you?

As Aura first said no, she hits the intimidating word for direct access in an intimidating manner.

"Ha, no matter, my country sincerely congratulates His Majesty on his marriage. Never lie or lie."

The envoys of the two kingdoms answered without fear, even as they bowed their heads.

I am not willing to take down words celebrating the marriage of Aura and Yoshijiro. That is a sign of will from the two kingdoms that they are unwilling to interfere as regards the son between Aura and Good Jiro.

I could just draw out this word and say that as Aura, it served a minimum purpose. At least now the rightful lineage of the Karpua kingdom doesn't have to worry about being allowed to lay down. It's a natural story to take for granted, but the clearly qualified Aura leaked a sigh of inner relief.

But soon, reassured, the messenger cuts into Aura with polite words.

"Master Zenzilow is a recognized member of the Karpua royal family. There is no sarcasm for human beings from other countries to talk about the way they shake themselves. I understand that. But we also want to understand where our country stands."

"... sure, yeah. I don't know what you're trying to say."

At one turn, Aura nodded with a difficult look.

Today, already recognized by countries all over the continent as Kings of the Kingdom of Karpua, the two kingdoms should have no justification anywhere for interfering with the blood muscles of Kinjiro.

But it is also true that the magnitude of the problem of blood-magic spills is in some cases just a substitute for kicking the apparent legitimacy. Moreover, the two kingdoms of Sharova Zilbel are a fingerfolding power that conquers the centre of the southern continent.

In the unlikely event of an outburst, you can't push it overwhelmingly, even as Aura.

It is a business belly, but somewhere you will need to give in a step.

Aura suggests placing her combined hands softly over her belly, with a deliberately toned voice.

"My son-in-law understands your position and says you will not have children with a woman other than me. If you're telling my kid not to interfere, isn't that enough?

For the Kingdom of Karpua, which currently has only two heirs of pedigree magic, deliberately limiting the spread of blood is too much of a concession. As for Aura, I'm not going to give in any more.

But the messengers of the two kingdoms have different values again.

"That's very kind of you to say. But royalty marriages don't stay. Or if something unexpected occurs, and Master Zenzilow welcomes you to the side room, and your son wakes up to the" Giving Magic "?

Without being distracted, Aura punches her inner tongue without breaking her spare grin to the man who expresses her penetrating opinion.

In fact, the man is right. There is no guarantee anywhere that royalty will be able to keep promises of not marrying siderooms, etc., forever in the future. It's like there's no such thing as a covenant that doesn't set the penalty for breaking it.

Naturally, Aura is not going to continue to take care of that for the rest of her life either. Regardless, I am not willing to work foolishly to stimulate the twin kingdoms, but at times of need, I was thinking enough to break a promise with just the right words of apology.

I honestly didn't think they'd stab me in the nail so far. At least, he looks like a man with enough guts.

Nevertheless, Aura is not as easy a woman as she is to take her opponent's word from the front.

"That's a hypothetical story. I can't find a reason to have to answer that much at the moment?

To the truncating Aura, the man eats down with a calm voice.

"But isn't it an assumption that it's not strange to be real? It would be foolish to say that it is better to keep in mind the possibility of becoming a source of momentum at a later date."

"I see, it makes sense. If so, what if the Shalova royal family were to break the promise not to interfere between me and my son-in-law? If the identity of the son-in-law leaked to the branch royal family and the branch royal family that learned the information went into the earlier action. It's a story of overlapping assumptions into assumptions, but it's not weird to be real?

"Mm..."

To Aura's cut back, the man mumbled for the first time this day. Simple return of interest, but very effective. Unlike Aura, who is at the head of the country, a messenger who is just a spokesperson for his own country, has a set range of advices to make.

Aura folds into the gap.

"Well, you might as well say it. There will be room for thought. Just like the words I suggested."

It's a roundabout, but he's finally saying, "We should get this proposal going in parallel with that one." It sounds like an equal proposal when it comes to parallel progression, but the facts are different.

Whereas Aura is a queen who can decide everything at her own discretion, a man is just a single diplomat with only restricted powers.

"... Got it. Contact your home country as soon as possible."

In the end, the man had no choice but to answer that on this occasion.

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At dusk, when Aura returned to the rear palace after her meeting with the envoys of the two kingdoms, there was still no sign of her beloved husband there.

"With that said, was my son-in-law's face in the ceremony today instead of mine?"

As Aura shrugged so she remembered, she took the orange bath towel out of the soot cage in the room and lowered her hips on the couch.

And I softly hung that bath towel on my undressed abdomen.

"Ugh..."

By saying that she is pregnant, Aura is choosing a dress that does not tighten her body as much as possible, but due to her position as queen, quite a few outfits are required when she goes outside.

Thus, loosening the hips string makes me horny. Bath towels are a precaution to keep your abdomen cool, which has recently begun to stand out.

Aura, who sloppily deposited her weight on the back of the couch, remembers her thirst and raises her voice.

"Who?"

"Yes, Your Majesty"

In the wake of the Queen's words, a samurai, who had refrained from appearing in the next room, immediately appears.

Aura orders, keeping herself on the couch, toward a young maid who fears only her gaze.

"I'm thirsty. Serve me a drink. Oh, and get me something to pick lightly."

"I'm in awe"

To the queen's instructions, the young samurai bowed her head small and, with a tedious trick, opened the refrigerator of the room's soot, poured water flavored with sugar and fruit juice into the glass and placed it on the table in front of the couch.

"Please wait a little longer for your picking. Do you have any requests?

To the samurai's words, Aura thinks only a little and answers.

"Mmm... right. Something sweet is good. Oh, stop being such a fruit. Nothing. We don't need to hurry."

"Yes, I understand. Please wait."

When the samurai gave her a token, she left the room.

The remaining aura takes a glass of glass from the table and puts her mouth on its contents.

A well cooled sweet and sour drink refreshingly moisturizes her throat, and Aura leaks another sigh of relief.

"Hmm. My son-in-law seems to have gotten used to being a samurai lately. It's easier this way."

Previously, Aura was careful not to call a samurai on trivial business in the backyard, reluctant to her son-in-law, who hates other people entering her private space, but since she became pregnant, Seijiro has instead become more considerate of Aura, allowing a constant samurai to refrain nearby.

For the sake of the safety of the mother and child, Okijiro compromised, but lately it seems that Okijiro is also getting used to the routine that the samurai refrain from in the next room. As for Aura, who has spent that as a matter of course, it is a pleasure.

Regardless, Kojiro said, "I knew I wouldn't get used to it. Let the samurai out," he said, willing to accept, but during her weight she could be sweet to her husband's favor.

When she put the glass back on the table, Aura heard the rattle and the back door open on her back.

For a moment, I wondered if the samurai who asked for the knob had already brought it, but if she was a samurai, she would always knock before entering the room. There is only one person who opens the door of this room without a knock or a name.

With her hips on the couch, Aura looked back and there was a face as she thought.

"I'm home, Aura. How's it going?

As Aura's deputy, Sanjiro, who was attending the event, stands at the entrance to the room with a white jacket with many decorative buttons and a well-dressed fat trouser, which hits the man royal attire of the Kingdom of Karpua.

Aura, who sees the face of her returning husband, Yoshijiro, naturally flaunts her mouth and answers in a bright voice.

"Oh, no problem. Recently, the symptoms have healed, and there was nothing to interrupt the operation. Thanks to you, it's going very well."

"That's good, most importantly."

Sanjiro, who replied so with a smile, closing the door with his back hand, proceeded early on on to the carpet and headed to the clothes pieces in the corner of the room.

And Yoshijiro, lightened by hanging his undressed jacket on a hanger, lowered his hips with Dosun next to Aura as he removed a silver vessel with fruit water and his own glass from the fridge along the way.

"Hmm."

Temperatures shouldn't be that high, but you're tired of unfamiliar outfits and official events, and you're sweating tightly all over your body. Yoshijiro sends a patter and wind with his index finger caught on the collar of his skin.

More than two months after Yoshijiro started attending official events as Aura's substitute, he still can't seem to say he's used to it.

Staring at her husband throwing his relaxed body on the couch, Aura opens her mouth, as she was relieved of stress.

"How was that? Would you have attended the ceremony? Anything bothering you?

That's an inquiry I've been making every day since Yoshijiro started moving outside the rear palace. I know I'm a little too worried, but it's better than it being too late to confirm. Fortunately, my husband agrees with that idea, and there's nothing like revealing it on an evil sword. He always smiles and says, "No, I didn't have anything in particular".

But when Sanjiro suddenly looks at him today, he returns a different answer than usual with a serious face.

"Yeah, that's it. Something's bothering me."

"Mm...?

Is there a problem? Aura, who heightened her nervousness about her husband's condition, re-sits on the couch and waits for her husband's words with a serious face.

Yoshijiro glances at his wife, who sits next to him, and begins to speak in a slow tone.

"Actually, when my name was called at today's ceremony, they said, 'On behalf of the royal family'. Not" on behalf of His Majesty Aura. "

Regardless, I corrected it right away, Yoshijiro added.

"That's... sure, that's a bit of a problem"

In the words of Yoshijiro, Aura also had the same sinister face as Yoshijiro.

A few months after Yoshijiro began attending ceremonies and night clubs on behalf of Aura. I am no more than a substitute for His Majesty Aura of Weight, a good jiro who has not broken his stance, but if a man's royal family becomes present alone in a public place, it is inevitable from the cultural point of view of this country that a human being who values a man more than Aura, who is a woman, even though he is a queen.

Whether you are pregnant or not, Aura has a far higher number of faces in public events. Only some ceremonies are represented by Yoshijiro, where less important events or addressable responses are not required.

Still, the word "transfer of power" is whispered when a man's royalty is to replace the queen.

After all, when we see where work lags with pregnancy, anxiety and dissatisfaction will erupt in the presence of a woman king.

Aura and Yoshijiro stare at each other and open their mouths almost simultaneously.

"If that's on purpose, it's a problem."

"If that wasn't on purpose, it would be a problem."

The couple, who uttered the exact opposite word at the same time, a little similar to what they heard, tilted their necks in alignment after a constant silence.

"... what?

"... Huh?

It was Yoshijiro who opened his mouth before breaking the silence.

"Uh... why would it be a problem if it was on purpose? Can you explain that to me?

"Mm-hmm. That would be so. I made a mistake on purpose, which means that you are clearly willing to work separately from me. That move can't be a problem. Why did you think it would be more of a problem if you didn't do it on purpose?

Having communicated her own sentiments in clear terms, Aura then goes on to ask what Sanjiro intends.

Nor was Yoshijiro questioned as hazy as Aura, but still firmly put his thoughts into words.

"Yeah. If it wasn't on purpose, it means that the royal palace people are unconsciously starting to regard me not as' Aura's surrogate ', but as' one royalty ', right? If that's the case, because of the values of this country, I think there might be people who are unhappy that I'm doing Aura's puppet."

Even though the queen and her companions are the Karpua kingdom of the men's society, they do not like the relationship between women and men obedient. Until now, it has only been missed because of the track record Aura has built and the quarrel that Yoshijiro is from different worlds.

If you do poorly, there could be a confrontational structure in the Royal Palace called 'Queens' and 'Kings'.

What is even more troublesome is that I say that there is both reason and reason for the human words that try to lower the Aura and raise the Good Jiro as a real problem.

In this world, he is a user of royal equals lineage magic. The number of royalties will remain the power of the country.

At present, however, the only two royal families of the Karpua kingdom are Aura and Yoshijiro. It is inevitable that more children are desired between the two, and then Aura, the mother, will repeat her pregnancy and childbirth for a long time.

Then Kojiro is in charge of apparent government, and Aura is more efficient at focusing on having a healthy child. I see, the muscles are through. It would be nice if there was one of Aura's levels of political ability.

Either way, I understood what you were trying to say to Aura.

Aura sighs heavily when she deposits her weight body on the back of the couch.

"I see. So the overall change of consciousness that makes an unconscious mistake is more problematic than the leap of some human beings who deliberately make a mistake?"

"Yeah. I don't think so. Well, either way, I guess it was just a matter of whether it was too late or too soon than I was on the table."

Sanjiro answers that and shrugs his shoulders small, leaving his body behind the sofa without hesitation.

"Sure. So the countermeasure is to keep the exchange of information confidential so that you and I can't beat the separation and reputation."

"Yeah. And I guess I'm not in a very free position to exercise authority and financial resources. When I suggest this from Aura's side, 'I'm inhibiting my husband's rights' is a bad idea, so you should totally push the 'sorry for the trouble' stance out of me."

Sanjiro, who also wore mud on the side chamber issue, ran out of words in a very flat tone that he would wear mud here and again.

"Hmmm... though that's certainly the easiest thing to do"

Although Aura looks reluctantly sinister, it is difficult to argue because it is understandable that it is best for the royal family to do as Yoshijiro says.

But then, we will even impersonate the notorious husband, the lazy man who hates his job, with the notoriety of "the man who has fallen in the color of the queen" to turn down the side room at the moment.

Together, they are "lazy people who don't work for women". Well, if you think of the actions of Yoshijiro, who fell in love with Aura at first sight and has fled to another world to get out of his salaried life, it may be surprisingly a 'legitimate assessment'.

Sachiro adds words so that he pushes his wife's back, which he can't honestly say nagging inside.

"On his way back here, I talked to Secretary Fabio, and he said," That would be easy. "

If the parties say it and the belly acknowledges it too, we cannot say no from Aura's point of view. If Aura ignores her guilty feelings, she understands their effectiveness.

As she leaked her sigh, Aura eventually shook her neck vertically.

"Okay. Also, let's say it's sweet for your taste. But in that case, you seem to be doing well with Fabio. I'm relieved. I was a little worried because he was capable, but not a human being by mistake."

On the topic that was changed, Yoshijiro looks away softly and answers with a blush as he looks that way.

"Yeah, well, I'm doing 'well'. I didn't 'get along'..."

Aura can unwittingly flaunt her mouth at the look of her husband, who has not been able to hide her reluctant expression.

"That's more than anything. I can't resist being able to" get along "with that guy. In the workplace, at home, if the man with the hand was waiting, wouldn't there be room for me to rest?"

At first it was Aura, who started to say it in a joking tone, but at the end it would be like throwing up and throwing up. Apparently, more than I thought for myself, there was an accumulation of things to say that I couldn't clothe in my belly teeth.

From his wife's story, Seijiro loosens his expression and turns to his wife, apparently realizing to a man named Fabio that the couple have the same emotions.

"Sure. That's good to be alone."

"Uhm. But I need one. Honestly, people who want to pull it off once in a while, but don't be afraid to deliver offensive words to the royal ears, are precious. I want you to hang out as well as you can."

"I know. I'll get along as well as I can."

There seeped a colour of bitter laughter on the nodding Sanjiro's face that could not be hidden.