Risou no Himo Seikatsu

Sanjiro, who broke up with both Prince Francesco and Princess Bona in Shia in the courtyard, was once again returning to the royal palace's office.

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Except for Sanjiro, who is indoors, only Secretary Fabio. It's a hot and humid office compared to Shia, but now that I've freed myself from the heavy responsibility of meeting the two royal families of the great powers, even its hot and humid air feels comfortable.

Put your hips shallow with a large strand opening on a leather sofa and take a deep breath out of your shoulders.

The secretary Fabio turns his gaze over here chilling, but he's just not saying anything right now.

You understand that when there are no eyes around you and there is plenty of time, the body and mind don't have to be somewhat full.

What's even more obnoxious about this middle-aged secretary is that this one takes a breath and manages to anticipate and speak to that exquisite timing of his strength and strength back.

"Well, Master Zenzilow. May I have a word? Earlier, on the way, we moved the place to Shia, but with the realization that there was a story we couldn't get into our ears?

Hey, isn't this guy seeing numerically how his health and strength are recovering? He was even such an unrealistic suspicion for a moment, but there's no way he wouldn't answer that word that was asked.

One gently shook his head and sat back on the couch in good demeanor, when he deposited his back on his back, he looked up at the middle-aged secretary standing in front of him and opened his mouth.

"Oh, yeah. Things touch the secrets of both kingdoms. Honestly, it was completely out of my imagination that Prince Francesco would inadvertently mouth all that information.

Not very much, but I can't put it in your ear from my mouth.

Details of this matter will be shared with His Majesty Aura. If you think you really need to know, ask Your Majesty. "

"Hmm...... I see"

To Sanjiro's answer, Secretary Fabio does his right hand on his thin chin and often contemplates.

It is unusual for this middle-aged secretary, who owes it to Aura, to enter a long-tested state.

Would there have been something wrong with my response now? Though not on the look of his face, Shinjiro, freaking out a little inside, waits for the secretary to respond.

Eventually you got your thoughts together, Secretary Fabio nods one thing and squeals like a soliloquy.

"Maybe this is, like, 'I got hit' after a while."

To his ominous sentiments, Yoshijiro wrinkles between Pickle and his eyebrows.

"Did they do it? What's that supposed to mean? Explain it."

As for Sanjiro, I don't remember stepping on a dodge like they say, "I got hit". Instead, it feels like this one unilaterally gave us diplomatic results, even though the other one put it on its own.

The middle-aged secretary, who still doesn't change one expression, answers, taking the obviously insurmountable gaze of Sanjiro from the bottom.

"Yes, it is a big problem in this case that the confidential information of the Shalova royal family came directly into Master Zenzilow's ear.

I just want to confirm one thing, did Prince Francesco, who leaked that confidential information, not stop talking afterwards?

"Oh, they did. Tell me to keep this to myself."

Secretary Fabio nodded one thing more than just saying, "Again," to Yoshijiro's reply, which he honestly returns while confused.

"Then we fool ourselves that whatever our intentions are over there, this one has no choice but to do as it is.

Because this is classified information from the two kingdoms of the great Shalova Jilbaer. I don't know how much benefit it would bring if I made the most of that information, but it wouldn't mean no profit.

And the fact that Lady Zenzilow and Prince Francesco set up a venue for talks today is also on official record.

This is a great diplomatic achievement. There is no doubt that "His Majesty Zenzilow's Fame" will rise dramatically, "

"... ah"

I also forget to note that Yoshijiro was called with the honorable name "Your Majesty" because he was nasty, and I raise my voice flashly.

What Secretary Fabio is trying to say is simple.

The more shabby and effective use is made of the information obtained today by Yoshijiro, and the more profitable the Kingdom of Karpua will be, the greater the merit of Yoshijiro will be highlighted and its fame will increase even if it responds.

Needless to say, that's an inconvenient development for the good guys.

The values of the karpu kingdom's actress position are deeply rooted. Even this degree of 'merit' can suffice as a pretext for the extension of the powers of Kojiro.

Even if we acknowledge Queen Aura's ability as a trader, there are many aristocrats who have an aversion to standing in the wind of women as a mood.

Exactly because of the issue of the legitimacy of lineage, I am often asked the 'truth argument' that there is no idiot who wants the throne/crown to be delegated to Sanjiro, but that only one adult male royalty should be given the authority it deserves.

Of course, some are saying it out of pure favor or outrage, but more are saying it out of the intention that it is' easier to give 'good jiro power than Queen Aura.

"I mean... what? Even as things stand, the lead is still over there, you mean?

Is it still confusing, the secretary gives a small endorsement to such a good jiro in an unconfidential tone that explores.

"Yes. If things get out of hand, profits may be generated, but also confusion. If that happens, it needs to be transported confidentially. You really need to deal with it in a receptive manner."

"Why should this one, the one who heard the leaked information, be careful to carry things confidentially... don't feel a little unreasonable"

While acknowledging the correctness of Secretary Fabio's allegations, Yoshijiro leaks such dissatisfaction.

But while we are exchanging words that way, the initial consternation also leaves, and the ability to think returns as usual.

"But did Prince Francesco aim and cause trouble so far? I know it's unnatural that just some idiot's rampant behavior coincidentally created the situation."

To Sanjiro's inquiry, the middle-aged secretary shrugged her thin shoulders small,

"Well, I do think that everything is a coincidence, too much can be done. But even assuming Prince Francesco's attitude is fictional and the reality is a more intelligent person, I wonder if the buyout is too much to assume that he created it aimed at the current situation.

Anyway, if Master Zenzilow is a man who sticks to his own handles, then the situation will change. It won't be possible to create this situation by targeting it. "

I answered that.

Indeed, this is also true of Secretary Fabio. There is usually no such thing as a royal family of men who reluctantly and secretly try to carry things around with their wives while keeping this much confidential information at their disposal.

Normally, the two kingdoms would suffer enormous profits and losses if confidential information were used as soon as it entered the ears of Yoshijiro.

"Hmm. Sure. But it's also unnatural as a coincidence caused by a fool. It is unnatural, even if it is an inevitable guided by a wise man who is simulating an idiot. If so, what's the right answer?

Such a question leaks out of Yoshijiro's mouth, but the tone is close to solitary and there is no way to expect an answer.

"I don't know. If everything is either coincidental or not inevitable, is coincidence and inevitability intertwined? Is there a big enough purpose behind not even putting confidential information in your teeth?

Either way, there's too little information to speculate. "

In fact, Secretary Fabio's words contained nothing that could be called an answer.

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Prince Francesco and Princess Bona, returning to the South Hall when Yoshijiro and Secretary Fabio were in depth discussing a serious topic, were turning up their fever for a totally classic, unconfirmed conversation as they walked down a long straight aisle.

"Your Highness, Francesco! Trouble, things like today. When you meet with His Majesty Zenzilow or Aura, speak to me too."

"No, I'm sorry. Bona seemed busy lately, so I was worried. Instead, you annoyed me, yeah. I'll be careful from now on."

To be precise, Princess Bona is the only one raising the fever, and Prince Francesco replies with a persistent smile that is as human as ever.

"Please"

From the standpoint of being an eyewitness, I can't avoid saying a novel, but I also hesitate to say how much to a man who is older and better than me. Princess Bona gets a spear once she gets a complicated look on her face.

While you're doing that, you two get to the front of the room.

Prince Francesco is the only one who has a place in this building, and Princess Bona's place is next door, but we have things to discuss as soon as possible now.

Princess Bona made sure to chase Prince Francesco's back and the soldiers of the escort knocked at the open door.

Inside the room, it was cool enough to tell just by taking a step.

As a matter of course, at a stage when Prince Francesco and Princess Bona have decided to stay in other countries for a long time, the Shalova royal family has allowed some of the magic tools to be taken out to smooth out everyday life.

It is one of those magic tools that carries coolness into this room.

Its large silver basin, with "fog generation" and "wind manipulation" spells, is always built so that a white smoky mist gushes out of it and a pleasant breeze blows through it.

The magic of operating the water temperature does not exist, so it does not take as much dramatic cooling as the air conditioning brought in by Yoshijiro, but still brings as much cooling as the "shade of the tree by the creek".

Freed from the unfamiliar heat and humidity, the exotic prince and princess leak a sigh of ho relief, while trying to face each other and sit back in the chair.

All the chairs and wooden tables they sit in are made in this country - the Kingdom of Karpua. I'm not saying it's uncomfortable to sit down, but I still feel uncomfortable.

Prince Francesco opens his mouth as he shifts his buttocks on the chair, sitting somewhat ill-fitted.

"Ugh, cool. No, I'm really sorry, Bona. But don't you even need to be too blind? Look, both your father and grandfather (the current king) said," If you want to get the treasure ball, you can talk about it all. "

"His Royal Highness the First Prince and His Majesty the King said," Ultimately, priority will be given to obtaining treasure balls. In the worst case scenario, there is no need to divulge confidentiality. "Nobody said you could throw away the classifieds, take defenseless tactics, etc."

Princess Bona corrects Prince Francesco's conveniently tampered with memory in a serious tone.

But the blonde prince doesn't flinch.

"That's a sweet recognition, Bona. You have a sweet look at your father and grandfather's understanding of me. I'm almost ready to reveal everything right away, beyond giving me permission to reveal my confidentiality.

Anyway, I'm not smart enough to remember the details. Your father and grandfather will understand that very well. "

Princess Bona drops her shoulders disappointingly, as opposed to Prince Francesco, who stretches her chest with the opium.

"Your Highness... that is not something to brag about"

Princess Bona, who endures the blunt pain that strikes her head, still puts a penetration in the face with a fine voice.

What comes to mind behind Princess Bona, who hurts, is the scene when the king of her native land and the First Prince asked her to do one thing this time.

Princess Bona was presented with a surprisingly large budget when she took on this "go-to role". At that time, he was entrusted with so many major roles, something that shook him up at the expectation that he would be called, but wasn't that huge budget just a "nuisance fee advance"?

Princess Bona with such suspicion on her ass, Prince Francesco did not break his grinning smile,

"Well, I don't care, I don't care. More than that, Bona. Look at this. I was taken by His Majesty Zenzilow. That's good."

That said, remove the red fabric that was wrapping the bottle of distilled liquor on the table.

What shows up from the inside is a colorless, transparent whiskey bottle. Sanjiro handmade 'distilled liquor' close to unlimited colourless transparency in it, but its contents are not important for now

"Ko, is this!?"

Princess Bona changes the color of her eyes and embarks on the table. On the clap with his hips up, the chair he was sitting on made a rattling and disobedient noise, but instead of noticing it, I didn't even notice it.

"It's good for your hands, but be careful. Because His Majesty Zenzilow says it's incredibly fragile. Hey, I'm listening, Bona?

…………

Princess Bona, who shimmers her eyes in shitty ways, does not even reply to Prince Francesco and reaches straight for the whiskey bottle. Around holding onto it with both hands to avoid knocking it down or dropping it, Prince Francesco's words also seem to be in his ears for once.

Pulling the whiskey bottle up to her front, Princess Bona, who sat back in her chair, fixed her gaze to the front, not saying that it was a shame to blink.

"Beautiful...... what a brilliant make. Is the material the same as that transparent jewel? And the pattern on this surface, from the size to the depth of the groove, is perfectly uniform. Of course I don't see any distortion at all. How can we do this?

"Um, Bona? That's what I got for His Majesty Zenzilow, isn't it? Don't forget, it's not yours."

Prince Francesco speaks softly from across the table worried to Princess Bona, who holds the whiskey bottle with both hands so disappointed that she worries that the distilled liquor inside will warm up.

"Your Highness, Francesco!

"Oh, hey, what?

"Could you give this away?

That was a word as expected, but it was also an unexpected word from Princess Bona on a daily basis.

Usually, Princess Bona is humble enough to be teething and show no desire, but her attitude apparently changes towards objects involved in jewelry technology.

"No, you just can't, that's... I gave this to you directly from His Majesty Zenzilow. It's rude to give it to people so soon."

"So, then, just the corner part of this end is fine"

"No, no, if you scrape it there, it's all over the contents. If they make holes like that, they'll be useless."

"If it's useless, I'll take the rest!

"No, no, no, that's why I'm talking about being useless if I scrape it, and if they do that, I'm in trouble, you know? Hey, you know what, please."

Should I call it an offense or a mess?

Either way, the offensive between Prince Francesco and Princess Bona, which rarely changed their positions altogether, lasted until Princess Bona regained her sanity.