Risou no Himo Seikatsu

"I see. You have to have a wide range of effects to some extent. Now, with more than five consecutive days running, it's pretty tough to recharge magic. No, it's not impossible. It's not impossible, but this can't be a glimmer."

In a room in the royal palace, Princess Bona of the two kingdoms of Sharova Zilbel, with her serious face and bounced voice, was packing about the details of the demonic props to be presented.

"Again, is it difficult?

Sanjiro, sitting face-to-face, asks, roughly in the way he said he would.

To Yoshijiro's words, Princess Bona answers clearly in a confident tone when she shakes her neck to the side to shake her chestnut-colored hair painted with silver powder.

"No, I'm fine. Of course, I have to answer that it is difficult when asked if it is difficult or not, because if asked if it is possible or impossible, it is possible. Yeah, of course it's possible."

It's a confident attitude that I can't imagine from the days when I just keep my head down, beginning with Prince Francesco's follow-up.

(These places also kind of dabble with the tech guys I met in Japan)

Sanjiro feels that way in his heart.

"Son of a bitch, that's a hassle. If you just say the due date and specifications, you're mistaken that the product can be created automatically.

You complain like that, but this one says, "Can't you? If you ask," the technocrats who never answered impossible. On the contrary, when you wave a very simple job, you say, "Don't rely on me for this extent. You guys should be able to do it," he said, looking even more disgusted than when he ordered a difficult job.

The mentality of the technical profession remains intact as I say difficult work is "troublesome, tough" but I feel full of meeting its real tooth specifications. Especially around answering "difficult" but not saying "impossible," I feel the high pride characteristic of a technician.

"Well, I apologize for the inconvenience, my lord Bona"

"Yes, I'll take care of it. I will definitely finish and show you what you are satisfied with."

The princess, dressed in a light purple decorative dress, grips her right fist in front of her chest and tightens her mouth kickingly.

Even though he may be a little rude to the princess of a country who puts himself in the diplomatic arena, Yoshijiro turns his gaze to look at flattering things. The blonde prince sitting next to the princess seemed to share the same sentiment as Yoshijiro.

"Hey, that sounds like a lot of fun, Bona. I don't know, my eyes are alive enough to have fun watching this one."

As the saying goes, Prince Francesco stares at the princess with tender eyes, as if he were still going to stroke the head of the princess sitting next to him.

A chestnut-haired princess who holds her fist with a lively look and solidifies her determination, and a blonde prince who watches her eyes narrow. It's a picturesque scene, to say the least.

Princess Bona noticed those ambient reactions, flailing her hands as she rushed to fix them.

"Oh, no, you're not. Okay, this is... 'Cause it's so careless to be having fun."

Yes, arrange a few suspicious words of context. However, Seijiro, who somehow perceived what he wanted to say from the whole, follows the princess who panics in front of her when she puts a grin on her mouth that is not a crop.

"I don't think it's ever careless to enjoy your work. Of course, if you want to distort the content of your work for your own pleasure, that should be prudent, but it would be good to think that your work is enjoyable"

Given the seriousness of Princess Bona on a daily basis, her insides can be imagined.

I guess Princess Bona has taken enjoying her work as not being serious about her work. The sentiment is somewhat empathetic with Yoshijiro.

When you are pointed out as "looking fun" when you are entrusted with a serious job, you feel reflexively denied. "Taking my job seriously" and "finding pleasure in my job" make me feel incompatible.

That is only an illusion, but it is also true that there are a certain number of people who frown that they are "careless" when they seem to be enjoying their work as a reality. But fortunately, Kojiro does not share those values.

I guess I conveyed such a good jiro's empathy.

"I'm afraid, Your Majesty, Zenzilow"

She blushed a little and Princess Bona shrugged her neck. Among those answers, I can feel the psychological proximity, which may be said to be "cheap" of some kind. That can be called a kind of sweetness.

It reminds me of seniors and juniors who belong to the same circle rather than royalties from different countries.

I guess that's why.

"Bona's going to be working on a demon prop production, right? Then I'll be seeing His Majesty Zenzilow alone for a while. Nice to meet you, Your Majesty."

And even when Prince Francesco proclaimed with an obvious smile, Princess Bona revealed her surprise in a very short time, and after much thought, she said with an apologetic face.

"Right...... sorry, Your Majesty Zenzilow. I'm sorry to bother you, but can you please?".

While Princess Bona focuses on creating magic props, Prince Francesco goes wild. In a sense, it is a statement that can also be taken as entrusting Prince Francesco's "amulet" to Sanjiro.

This is supposed to be a falling story. In the first place, here in the Kingdom of Karpua, if Prince Francesco causes trouble, the most important thing should be Aura, the queen, and Yoshijiro, the next king.

Princess Bona made the decision to ask for Prince Francesco's amulet from that good jiro, which means that that much trust has already been built.

With the exception of Princess Bona herself, I'm sure she understands that Prince Francesco's oddity is best served by Sanjiro and that Sanjiro is tolerant of such oddity.

Even as a good jiro, this is a boat to cross because there is a story I want to pack with Prince Francesco where I cannot exchange Princess Bona.

"Okay. I'll take care of it if I can."

With careful attention, a smile and a tone of voice that could be heard as lightly as possible, Yoshijiro undertook to do so.

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That night.

That night, when the heat had been pounding back for a long time, Sanjiro and Aura, who had finished their dinner and bathing, were exchanging information on the couple, who had become completely classic in an air-conditioned bedroom while dressed at night.

Unlike the sofa in the living room where you can keep your back relaxed, the chair in the bedroom is a simple one made of inelastic wood and tweezers.

Honestly, I'm not as comfortable sitting on the couch as I am on the couch, but air conditioning cold winds are far more important than chair seating on days like today when the physical temperature is above 30°C even at night.

Under the air conditioning exhaling artificial cold air and the LED stand light, Yoshijiro in blue striped pyjamas returns a blue sliced glass with fruit water to the tebble and opens his mouth.

The LED lights in the bedroom were not white light, but yellowish color matches mimicking the heat bulbs.

For this reason, in the sunlight, the cutter glass of Yoshijiro, which shows pure blue, also looks somewhat purple here.

"So today I had a meeting mainly with Princess Bona about witchcraft. I think Princess Bona will have more man-to-man time with Prince Francesco, as she will be cutting down on the production of magic props tomorrow."

"Um, got it. In a way, tomorrow's the day."

To her husband's report, the queen nods with a serious look that has erased her grin.

"Yeah. Where Princess Bona is, we can't talk about good luck. If the other one doesn't seem to cut it out, I'll put some exploration in here."

The Royal Sharois and the Pope Gilbert family. Prince Francesco draws the blood of two royals and manipulates two kinds of pedigree magic.

The Prince Francesco saw and affirmed the sons of Good Giro and Aura, Prince Carlos = Good Girl. "He is the same as himself," he said.

Just like Prince Francesco, who simultaneously manipulates the "granting magic" of the Chalois royal family and the "healing magic" of the Pope Gilbert family, Carlos also says he has the qualities to master the "space-time magic" of the Karpua royal family and the "granting magic" of the Chalois royal family at the same time.

We must be prepared from now on to make that fact known any more than it has been made known to the royalty of another country.

And if the fact that Carlos has the 'grant magic' qualities is made public, people will soon have the following questions:

"Where did Prince Carlos'" grant magic "qualities mix in from?".

Once in doubt, there is no deception. Aura, the mother, is a Karpua royal woman with a solid lineage map. The only room for such impurities to mix is in his father, Sanjiro.

Sanjiro is drawing the blood of the Shalova royal family. It won't take much until we can figure out that fact.

In that case, the offense of 'have a side chamber' will definitely intensify now more than ever.

With regard to the 'conferring magic' lineage that Sanjiro potentially holds, he has made a covenant with the Shalova royal family, but the covenant is only a covenant. Those who know about intimacy in both kingdoms should be in a very small minority. If so, it is also well thought that the blood muscles of Yoshijiro and Carlos will become out-of-the-box, which will make them another stuffiness.

Pre-negotiation with Prince Francesco is also important in order to minimize such waves.

"I asked for it. In this case, it would be more appropriate to do so than me. This is only my personal view, but then Prince Francesco's psychological distance is quite close. Compatibility is more important than bargaining power if we are to have some open chest collar exchange. Of course, be careful not to make any promises to the detriment of this one, or unnecessary information leaks."

I can't see at all how Aura's expression, saying so in a sloppy tone, is already uncomfortable assigning work to Sanjiro.

"Roger. In the meantime, I'll manage to explore the intentions of the other side. Hopefully, they'll see a consensus in the direction of hiding the blood of me and Seiyoshi."

Seems that Yoshijiro has become completely accustomed to such treatment, and returns a mixed answer of such hopeful observations without any particular doubt.

But when the queen shook her neck sideways with a hard expression so as to cut off the hope of Good Jiro,

"That's impossible. We're talking about the Shalova royal family, famous for never letting royalty go outside, breaking that tradition and sending in princes and princesses until it goes on, right? Simply send your stomach as a single messenger if you're talking to carry it in secret"

"Right..."

To Aura's answer, Yoshijiro poked his hands at the table as he sat in his chair, dismayed and dropped his shoulder. Most importantly, it wasn't as damaging as its attitude because it was an aspiration close to paranoia that even as a good jiro understood in his head that "it wouldn't be there".

Soon regained his mind, Yoshijiro shifts the subject to shake off the untrained as he stretches his spine on the chair.

"Then as far as Prince Francesco is concerned, that's fine.

What about Uncle Ghazir? I haven't seen Uncle Neighborhood since, but can I stay here?

The queen, who honestly rode her husband's change of subject, nodded,

"Oh, it's good as it is. More so than that, but when I take action, I can't take it back. When it comes to marriage between a man and a woman, the authority is much stronger than I thought.

Just telling my father, Uncle Ghazir Borderline, "I want to see him once" is enough restraint. If you show any more aggressiveness, you may decide to remove the side chamber at once. "

and answered in a pale tone. Secret talks with Prince Francesco are also important, but this is an equally important story. This is as good as it sounds when it comes to saying that Yoshijiro and Aura need to keep in good communication with each other.

So the queen tightens her expression even slightly more than earlier, embarks on herself to show a valley of bright breasts on the V-shape, and continues to explain.

"Wow, it's tighter than I thought..."

In response to the Queen, Yoshijiro had her face clearly drawn.

But in fact, even Aura's words are still soft enough. As such, Yoshijiro's authority is strong with regard to the point of "marrying a side chamber".

Furthermore, although it is often misunderstood, General Pujol is the political enemy of Aura, not the enemy of the Karpua kingdom. Even if it is somewhat in conflict with one's ambitions, if that will bring a great deal of benefit to the Kingdom of Karpua, then the metrics to the extent that they dare to attract our will are sufficiently combined.

I mean, if you look at it as it applies to this case, you say, "Did you? Master Zenzilow's side chamber issue is of paramount importance to the state. Let me give you a word of blessing, too," and there's plenty of potential for you to pull yourself back slightly.

In that case, Lucinda Ghazir's side room will never be avoided again.

If that happens, Queen Aura will have no trouble, but Wang and Yoshijiro will have trouble. In that case, Aura, the wife of Yoshijiro, will also be in trouble.

In order not to do so, things must be carried carefully.

"Again, I forbid any further movement from here. Later, when General Pujol, who is back, wore it for permission to marry Lucinda, as I expected, you just have to deal with it. At the moment, I was only interested in seeing Lucinda once in a public discourse. If my expectations are off, it's not impossible to get rid of them."

Assuming you say "I want to see you once" out of Yoshijiro's mouth, if it were to be sober, you would definitely buy the disapproval of Uncle Ghazir Borderline, but with regard to risk and loss accounts, I guess Aura is calculating.

Regarding that area, besides trusting Aura, Sanjiro, who doesn't trust himself, has decided to throw a round at his wife.

"Copy that. I'll leave that to Aura for a while, then. So you can assume that, as a matter of reality, Mr. Lucinda is quite unlikely to be my sideroom?

More importantly, it is one of the things that Makiro cares about.

As an individual, I don't feel as disadvantaged about buying the disapproval of the Gazir border uncle as I do. Originally, he is in a more dangerous position to gather people than Aura, the queen as the king's mate. Best of all, "liked or not, hated" like water or air, but as long as you hate it somewhat, it's fine. So much better than being badly liked.

Of course, it is acceptable enough if we consider it a necessary expense to protect life today, although it cannot be said that Sanjiro, too, as a person of sound spirit and general values, cannot resist pissing people off or hating them.

to her husband in case, the queen nodded one with a carefree look,

"Oh. It's quite unlikely that Lucinda will be the side chamber that she was in the current flow. If this stream were to determine sideroom entry, it would only be if General Pujol had struck an unexpected hand. I just can't say it's not at all possible. In that case, I'm sorry, but be prepared."

Yes, say it in a pale tone. Aura is the king of the kingdom of Karpua before she was the wife of Sanjiro. From the standpoint of a king, Lucinda Ghazir's sideroom entry is never a bad story. There is a bond with the two kingdoms, which makes diplomacy a little more cumbersome, but it is worth fighting off that downside and not much.

Of course, Aura's emotions as a woman are a different story.

Seijiro, who understands the inside of such a wife, openly floats a tannic surface, but his neck shakes vertically.

"… Understood. Worst. Worst. Worst. Well, Mr. Lucinda is still irresistible old enough to be tied, at least the salvation."

To Good Jiro, who is forced to tell herself that, the queen tilts her little neck with a slightly void poked look.

"Hmm? Irresistible age? Is Lucinda here?

To his wife's reaction, Makiro recalls and explains that he had not spoken of it.

"Oh, speaking of which, what is the marriageable age of a woman over here between fifteen and twenty years old in years? Marriage age in my country is much slower. Before I realized it, there was a word for 'Christmas cake', and the woman had been seen slightly late since she was over twenty-five, but now she's getting married late beyond that.

Sure, the average age of a woman's first marriage was about twenty-eight, and a man was about thirty? So by my senses, Mr. Lucinda is rather of marriageable age. "

Of course, as a knowledge, Yoshijiro also knows that modern Japan, where late marriage is taking place, is the exception, and that historically it was common for teenagers to marry in the majority of times.

But what you know as knowledge and what you get to know as feeling is a different matter.

Seijiro, who currently drags Japanese values, when introduced to teenage girls like Fatima and Princess Bona, applied to modern Japan, "This child is a high school student. This kid is a junior high school student."

Aura was still satisfied with that answer.

"I see. That's why you didn't have any repentance at all for marrying me."

Aura was the only surviving royal and active king in existence of an exception during the exception, so it was only by gathering sympathy that she was single until the mid-twenties that she did not suffer as much reputational damage, but if you think about it, if Sanjiro had the same view of marriage as this one, she should have shown difficulty at the time of her marriage to Aura.

"Yeah? No, you didn't think about that. That was simply Aura before she said how old she was..."

And when I say it and realize I'm about to say something very embarrassing, Yoshijiro clouds the end of the story.

"Ho? Hi? Hi, what? Interesting, let me hear it."

Aura, who didn't miss hearing it, deliberately puts her right hand on her right ear and embarks on her body at the table when she smiles with a full face that seemed heartfelt delighted.

Love at first sight. Yoshijiro is not tough spirited enough to be told such embarrassing words here to the person of the moment.

"Yes, now leave that over here"

I say, hold up a square box you can't see with both hands and do a pantomime you can step aside. However,

…………

The well-ridden Aura, silent, shows the pantomime that returns the fictional box that Yoshijiro shifted to the side to its original position.

"Don't put it back!

Aura blew out small to Sanjiro, who rarely puts a shout into it.

"I'm sorry. Hey, evil's gone by."

"Not at all, my wife is"

"Well, the pursuit after Hi... as doing in bed after the lights go out"

"In the end, we do it."

To her husband, who attracts her face, the queen returns only a meaningful grin and continues the words.

"Whatever the value is, Lucinda is not late, but rather too early for her daughters, who are supposed to be of the right age here, right?

"No, you know that's normal in our values, right?

"I know. I'm not accusing you otherwise. Just a confirmation. No doubt about it, huh?

Soon, to the queen, who turns off her smile and pushes her precautions, Yoshijiro takes her head as she puts her body back on her back like a little barometric pressure.

"Yeah, you are. Sensibly, marrying a woman in her twenties is less resistant than overwhelming. Late teens are a little resistant, and when you're fifteen by the count, honestly, you're even guilty"

Fifteen by the count is fourteen if you're full age, or thirteen if you're bad. In modern Japan, marriage is unacceptable even with parental permission.

When Yoshijiro was also in Japan, he had seen middle school and high school idols and thought they were "cute," or had seen pictures of middle and high school Gravia idols and felt something grumpy. But that and this is not the story. As an admiring object across the display, I don't really care about my age, but I'm really aware of my age if I'm a natural and fluffy opponent.

"Zenzilow. Well, has anyone ever told anyone but me about that?

To his wife, who asks with a slightly more serious look, Yoshijiro shook his neck beside him confidently after thinking seriously, as he had been put on.

"No... no. I've never seen Aura before. Honestly, I wasn't that conscious until Mr. Lucinda's story came up."

The queen, slightly relieved of tension in her husband's answer, slightly loosens her shoulder strength and exhales loudly once.

"Right. I wish I could. Never leak that to the outside world in the future. If the nobles in the country knew such values poorly, a gloomy situation could erupt that could not stand to be looked at directly."

"A gloomy situation?

To Sanjiro, who listens back, Aura takes another sigh and rubs her eyelids with her right thumb and middle finger and answers.

"There may be people who put their daughters and relatives on one or eight bets to push them into the side room. In conjunction with those values, they increase the chances of being pushed into the side chamber without daring to marry you after the age of twenty.

As a result, if you can shoot your mind brilliantly, it will fit in eight directions, but if you do, you will have to fulfill their hopes. If they refuse, all they leave is a bunch of missed daughters. "

"Oh, I see."

After Aura's explanation, Yoshijiro was convinced.

If you are an ambitious nobleman with more than one daughter, it is a way to think about it. Yoshijiro is only in his mid-twenties. There is also enough respite for the next five or ten years to take the side chambers. I dare not daughter-in-law my promising daughter after the age of twenty, and I will thoroughly aim for one Yoshijiro. It's not strange to have a nobleman who hits a beating like that out there if he's poorly known about his view of Sunjiro's marriage.

Naturally, if you don't wear Yoshijiro's glasses (and the likelihood of doing so is unlimited to zero), the tragic thing is the daughter who was caught up in the beating of her parents.

My daughter, who was driven mad by her life and made 'late' by the will of her parents, may resent Yoshijiro if she does poorly.

Well, I may think too much about that, but it is not my intention, as a good jiro, to unhappily wretch a noble daughter who is neither guilty nor guilty of her inadvertent words and actions.

"Okay. Make it absolutely secret."

Good Jiro, who shook his body with a burrito in his dark imagination, said so with an exceptional face.

For the Queen and the King, it is important to exchange information secretly, but it is more important than that to get a good night's sleep and prepare for tomorrow. Being firmly aware of that, Aura heads to bed when she finishes the evening's discussion in the right place.

Turn off the LED stand light illuminating the room in orange, and walk through the darkened bedroom with the queen and her companion in unsafe footsteps.

Even if you're blind, you know our bedroom. If you follow a body stained sensation, you get to bed without any particular problems.

"Aura"

"Mmm."

Even in the dark, the couple's breathing is not disturbed. My husband pulls me up to bed first, and my wife goes up to bed too.

The queen and his wife lay down on a literal king-size bed and leaned against each other. Enough to say that if you were to sleep so stuck together, there would be no obstacle to a single bed.

At the beginning of the marriage, when I woke up in the morning, the arms of Yoshijiro, who was carrying Aura's head, were numb, or Aura's legs suffered blunt pain for a while because of the tangling, but I haven't had that lately either.

Both Yoshijiro and Aura are used to sleeping together. Such as Yoshijiro, sleeping with Aura is so much better these days than sleeping alone.

Most of all, it was a little exceptional tonight.

"So, Zenzilow. Hi... what's after that?

"Wow...... I remember this guy..."

That night, Yoshijiro pulled his pajama sleeve and managed to keep fighting his wife, who managed to hear the word "love at first sight" out of her husband's mouth, by turning her back.