Risou no Himo Seikatsu

Princess Bona is Prince Francesco's visitor.

Since Prince Francesco is overwhelmingly above both his blood muscles and his age, for once the representative has become Prince Francesco, but three days after coming to the Kingdom of Karpua, no one brings the administrative story to Prince Francesco.

For that matter, the cumbersome work creeps onto the shoulders of the young Princess Bona.

Besides, there's no way Prince Francesco can pull me off quietly. He makes things go smoothly every day when he attends luncheons over there to get people's names wrong, or when he attends dances over here to step on the hem of a participating woman.

Fortunately, thanks to Prince Francesco's age-appropriate innocent personality, he hasn't taken care of it, but things are still so frequent that he wouldn't be dressed up unless he dropped by at least one of his letters of apology or, in some cases, some hardware.

In conclusion, Princess Bona had so many days of being pursued by duty that she could not afford to indulge in the exotic jewellery culture she was looking forward to.

There are people who are concerned about the plight of Princess Bona like that. Nothing else, Aura I, Queen of the Kingdom of Karpua, is that person.

"Uh, I mean, what? It looks like Princess Bona is having a rough time and the limits are close, so let me give you a little twist over here, huh?

One night, Sanjiro, who was already in a blue pyjama, returns that word to his wife's suggestion as he lays on his back on the bed.

"Uhm. Approximately. Definitely with such recognition. Prince Francesco, another royal family, is too difficult. In case Princess Bona falls, the point of contact for the Double Kingdom Mission will be closed"

Meanwhile, Aura, who was also dressed at night, nodded back at her husband's words as she sat on the edge of the bed.

That look, not even a little.

About half a month after that. Not as good as Sanjiro, but several times after that, Aura, who met with both the names of Prince Francesco and Princess Bona, had been reminded of the relative pointlessness of Prince Francesco from the front.

Prince Francesco's words and actions are irrelevant at this time. That's someone you shouldn't put together in four.

Sachiro also regrettably fully agrees with Aura's assessment of it.

It is Yoshijiro who stands on the arrow side against Prince Francesco. I understand how frankly, innocently, but firmly problematic he is.

"Well, it does matter now. Have you finally decided on the first demon prop?

"Um, it ended up being the 'future price'. It's going to be pretty amazing. Prince Francesco says it is also possible to" carry on ". I don't think it is possible to split the product.

Now my magic will also be effectively available "

Aura, lying on the edge of the bed, twisting her body back and looking down, answers Yoshijiro, who only brings her head on the bed and asks.

"Future price", as its name suggests, is magic that prepares the magic of one's future self to make up for the amount of magic that is missing.

Originally, it was a bitter meat technique created to activate the advanced magic of "space-time magic", which has a ridiculous amount of required magic, but when this can be propelled alone, it can be used in a completely different way.

For example, suppose that Aura used that magic today to put three days of magic into the magic prop from tomorrow.

Then Aura becomes completely unable to use her magic for three days from the next day. This is no different from the previous' future price '.

But to say that you can keep your magic in the form of 'magic props' is to say that you can choose whatever you want when using that magic.

Moreover, because it is possible to "carry on", it is also possible to activate the Great Magic a year later in order to make a little magic of a day that is not planned to use magic.

When magic is applied, there are many constraints, such as the fact that at least a whole day of inability to use magic is born, that the only person who can use the magic for it, consuming all the magic that was meant to be activated once, and so on, but there are still great advantages to keeping it for magic.

Already, the beads to be used for the propagation are given to Prince Francesco and Princess Bona one at a time, respectively.

From his leaning back position, Sachiro says as he raises his torso.

"Hmm, I'm going to work on creating that 'demonic prop', so Prince Francesco's movements will be restricted for a while," he said?

"Oh. Only a few days from tomorrow, while Prince Francesco is working on creating his magic props, is this a vacation for Princess Bona to be released from the heavy responsibility of being a 'go-to'.

Fortunately, Prince Francesco also seems to have a great deal of pride when it comes to creating magic props, which he takes extremely seriously and honestly.

So Zenzilow. Will you help Princess Bona catch her breath? "

"Hmm? But I'm a royal from another country, too, right? If I push him, let him take care of himself. Isn't that the end of the fall?

Aura nodded smallly at Sanjiro, who questioned the most

"Oh, that's for sure. But Princess Bona hasn't been in this country long. Even if you only get a vacation, if you're bad, you can just sleep in your own room."

"I think it's a beneficial way to have a vacation, though? Honestly, I'm a little jealous because I've had more work lately"

"Lie. People with such values do not voluntarily create a calendar and a list of expectations for answers the day before work to manage themselves."

"Mmm..."

Shinjiro shuts his mouth a little dissatisfied when his wife intercedes him in a naughty tone.

Nevertheless, it is difficult to argue. Since coming to this world, I have actually begun to realize that it is a quality that I feel quite painful about "the time I spend doing nothing".

Either way, put the slightly derailed story back to its original muscle, and Aura continues.

"Well, that's why you did, but it's your first day visiting Princess Bona. So, show Princess Bona the stuff from the world, like a wedding ring.

In some cases, you can lend it to him for a short period of time.

That way, you can hone your jewelry skills for the rest of your holiday and have fun. Hi, Princess Bona feels like she's making her jewelry worth living. "

"Oh, I see"

Kojiro is convinced by Aura's words.

Speaking of which, my colleagues in the company had the same race. Spend a precious day off a month or two on your hobby, leaving you at work on Monday with red eyes, saying, "Refreshments are complete! He proclaimed."

It was an incomprehensible value to Yoshijiro, who did not have the hobby that he so intensely put in, but I have to admit the fact that they were able to refresh themselves.

Even if it's not that intense, if Princess Bona thinks it's the same race, Aura's suggestion is convincing.

"So can I take the wedding ring and my country's coins and a little bead later?

"Hmm, that's the place. I'll leave it up to you to make a fine decision."

Copy that. Time to go to bed.

After anticipating where the story was over and coming up with a bit of a prank, Yoshijiro gently moves over the bed, taking the back of his wife sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Zenzilow?"

"Whoa!

And Yoshijiro held on to his beloved wife's back with momentum. Turn your arms to Aura's chest and lock Aura's hips with both legs. It is, however, a koala-like posture that grabs at the branches of a tree.

Plus, I pull my hugged wife into bed trying to roll from there.

"Let's, let's"

"Oh, here?

Aura raising a troubled voice, but there is a grin in her mouth. In the first place, if Aura is willing to reject it, it is difficult to draw Aura in even if Yoshijiro is thoughtful.

At a time when Aura is winning by force, and I can't say it out loud, but I'm not done losing weight after pregnancy, Aura is also winning weight.

"Hmm..."

Knowing or not such a fact, Yoshijiro, who embraced his beloved wife on the bed, buries her face in Aura's neck as if trying to increase her intimacy at all.

"Damn, what's going on?

Sanjiro laughs deceitfully at his wife, who only twists her neck back and turns her eyes this way, holding her from her back.

"No, you've been busy lately, getting back to the backyard late, haven't you? Because of that, I miss Sunyoshi less."

"What, am I replacing Carlos?

To her husband's words, the queen deliberately makes her mouth snap like a little shank.

To Aura like that, Sanjiro laughed back lovingly,

"No, no, I didn't say anything rude like that instead. By and large, Aura and Yoshiyoshi aren't the same size or weight."

The feeling, too, tried to continue, but the words were interrupted along the way.

Aura, who had fallen quietly into Yoshijiro's arms, quickly moved from a rear position to a horseback position (mount position) when she flipped in an instant, like a dog she was used to until then.

The topic of 'weight' still seemed a little off to my new wife, who hasn't finished losing weight after pregnancy.

"Aura......?

Sanjiro blinks with a patchy look up at his wife smiling on her belly from the bottom.

Aura laughed as if she'd gone away,

"Okay, okay. I'm replacing Carlos this evening. Daddy, hold me."

"No, that's why Aura isn't replacing Carlos..."

Without listening to Sanjiro's words, Aura quickly plunged her arms between the bed and Sanjiro's back as she fell straight into Sanjiro's chest, hugging her disappointingly.

What, is Aura kidding? Having so decided, Yoshijiro follows his beloved wife's "joke" with a laugh.

"Haha, hey me, I don't have a big girl like this yet"

If possible, I'd like to turn my arms around Aura's back and hold her hair or back, but unfortunately Aura is holding Yoshijiro's arms together.

"Daddy, Daddy, I love you ~"

"Thanks, me too. But could you loosen your arms a little? I'm a little tight..."

"Daddy."

There's no way you can't hear Yoshijiro, but Aura doesn't even show you how to loosen her powers.

"Hey, Aura? Hey, let go of me already, it's pretty tight"

A large, soft breast is pressed against the chest plate and soft thighs tangle into the feet. Plus, a mouthful to the neck muscle, so that the child is sweet to the parent.

Just kidding, my dear wife's, it's adorable sweetness. It should be.

But why?

"Aura, it's getting really painful? Hey, let go of me already, Gibb, because it's Gibb. My arms are getting numb."

"Daddy, daddy, hug. It's my dad."

In the back of Yoshijiro's brain, the badly ominous image of himself being fed by a female tiger clearly emerged, and no matter how he could turn it off.

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A few days later.

Yoshijiro was visiting the Royal Palace "Two Buildings in the South", which was rented by the Karpua royal family to Princess Bona.

In Yoshijiro's hand, a sachet containing a wedding ring, a purse used in Japan, and wipes with beads is held together.

(Still, it's hard to get used to the roughness of this time)

Yoshijiro was leaking such a blur in his heart as he rinsed the cold tea served in a room where he was passed by saying, "Please wait here".

The "rendezvous" in this world without a mechanical clock is the lousier it is from the feeling of the modern man.

Even if you intend to make it on time, it's natural to be waited for, and those who make you wait don't even consider that a vice. It is obvious because there is no more criterion for which sense of time is correct than the absence of an absolute clock.

Nevertheless, there are limits to everything.

(Just don't feel a little too late today)

Sanjiro gently turns his sleeve and drops his eyes on a wrapped watch on his left wrist.

10: 18 AM

It's just after nine o'clock that I was put through to this waiting room, so they're actually going to be waiting here for over an hour.

For once, Yoshijiro is a nobleman in the status of King and Mate. I don't know how it is Roos in time. I don't have much experience of being waited for so far, even though it's the culture of this world.

(Hmm, Princess Bona seemed kind of concerned about keeping people waiting, one way or the other? Are my glasses wrong? Or was there something unforeseen as well)

In this case, it is common to hire a correspondent to keep visitors away, but Yoshijiro says no first because it is annoying.

But when I start entertaining my spare time enough to regret that decision a little, the entrance door is knocked.

"Excuse me, Your Majesty. Your Royal Highness Bona is ready. If you don't mind, I'll show you."

Finally came a messenger to announce the beginning.

"Oh, I'm so sorry to keep you waiting. Today, you have taken the time to step in for me, and I have no words to thank you."

…………

Sanjiro, who was passed into the room, lost his word unconsciously in front of a girl who bowed her head deeply.

"Uh... Your Highness Bona, is it?

"Yes, yes..."

To Sanjiro, who calls his name for confirmation, the girl in front of him shrugs her neck and affirms with a voice that seems to disappear.

"Oh, this again, I don't know..."

Yoshijiro is aware of his disrespect and makes his gaze crawl across the body of the girl who stands in front of him seriously.

A luxurious body wrapped in a piece dress with little light purple decoration.

It's on a thin neck, neat, but a plain face that doesn't really feature.

So far, no problem. Face to face many times before, it remains the characteristic of Princess Bona. The problem is, it's better than that.

Hairstyles that are tied together from front to back hair. Strongly speaking, should I say a ponytail with an extremely low tie position?

No, this is not what you would call a 'hairstyle' no matter how you look at it. I just snapped it together because I was in the way.

If you look closely, it's not a ribbon-like superior, it's a thin hemp string. Plus, I see pimps and hair popping out of everywhere without being able to put it together completely.

Frankly, it's lame. No matter how informal and unmanageable the place is, it is not the kind of outfit you deserve to welcome royalty from another country.

If it's a little something, it's human beings who pretend not to see it, but if they know about it, they won't be able to do it again.

"Uh... can you tell us more about the situation?

"... Yes"

Princess Bona nodded as she had noticed.

Afterwards, in the meantime, Yoshijiro, who laid back on the couch in a opposite fashion, received a series of explanations of the circumstances from Princess Bona, who dyed her white skin red to her neck with shame.

"I see."

…………

Even as he puts his gripping hands over his fat crotch and turns his sympathetic gaze to Princess Bona, who is shaking his pull, Yoshijiro speaks up and takes confirmation so as to sum up what he has just heard.

"I mean, to welcome me, Princess Bona was ready and waiting early in the morning"

"Yes."

"But my arrival was slower than I thought, so I began to entertain myself more and more"

"Yes, sir"

"So I gave myself an excuse for" just a little while "while I got my hands on the brooch sculpture I was doing until midnight"

"... Yes"

"At that time, I tried to put together my disturbing hair, but the ribbon I always use was not close by, so I substituted it with a hemp string tying the tool"

"It was frivolous..."

"As it was, I became obsessed with the sculpture money and went on until the samurai informed me of my visit"

"Ma'am, I'm so sorry"

"In a hurry, I tried to flaunt the hemp string that was putting my hair together, and my hair got tangled up and I couldn't untie it any way. The samurai helped me, but it just gets worse. While you're at it, all the time passes.

He pressed me for two choices: to make me wait any longer, or to expose myself as I am, and eventually to this day. "

"... I can't even open my name!

Once again, in front of the girl with the hiatus hair who bows her head deeply, Yoshijiro understands.

(Oh, okay. This kid, that's him. The type that had several people in college science and engineering. "Hobbyist Immersive Bad Girl")

In college, I remember seeing some of the races in this hand.

Typically, young women assign finite resources, such as money and time, as a priority to fashion, friendship, etc. However, a woman who leans towards a very special hobby brings the priority of her hobby over fashion and friendship.

A similar race exists in men, which is the specific gravity much more than in women, but there is one decisive difference between a man and a woman hobbyist.

It means that, unlike a man's hobbyist, a woman's hobbyist takes up quite a bit of appearance.

Even if a man is indifferent to fashion, he is often quite forgiven if he is at least attentive to cleanliness, but the gaze of the world toward women who are indifferent to fashion is harsh.

So much so that there are words like, "Don't put on makeup. You can't go out in an official place until you're twenty."

For this reason, female hobbyists pay some attention to gold and fashion "without any choice" in order to avoid the public wind.

As a result, a woman's hobbyist is so beautifully "pseudo" to the average person that she can't discern her nature just because she was a little clingy.

Just like the girl sitting in front of you right now. Most importantly, she's in the middle of a melting "pseudo" right now.

…………

(What do you want me to do with this situation?

I decided not to see the girl who shuddered silently and purple, and while I am Sanjiro, driven by the desire to return to the rear palace as it is, I am not allowed to choose the option of fleeing beyond being a 'job' in the name of 'informal talks'.

"Uh. Never mind, I just can't say, but I did accept the apology.

Just be careful not to do this in the future. "

"Oh, thank you"

Princess Bona bowed her head deeply, like a village daughter with the mercy of a deputy, to the words of Yoshijiro.