The Annals of the Flame Kingdom (WN)

"Hey, Clara."

National Alliance of Lime Cities, Office of the President. Clarissa frowned a little when she walked into that room and was called a name she only called 'Clara' privately and the chief assistant to the president.

"My lord. I am not 'Clara'." Clarissa. "

Clarissa gives the look of all she says besides, 'Make a distinction between public and private, Ola'. After showing his eyebrows in eight letters, pitifully frightened for a moment by their appearance, Alberto Barbert, president of the Lyme City National Alliance, coughed up one with Cohon to correct his residence and put his gaze back on Clarissa. Put your right thumb up with a smiley smile on your face.

"- Theatre, let's go see it!

"What? Stupid?

Hit back, no time. Alberto, who devours a critical hit, collapses from his knees. Clarissa sighed loudly, staring at Alberto so cold that she had no more.

"... what are you thinking, my lord? Her Majesty Queen Erica Orenfeld van Flame is coming to this lime tomorrow, isn't she? We must also be prepared to welcome His Majesty, and we will need a meeting for tomorrow's talks. Why are we talking about going to a theatre or something at such an important time?

Clarissa makes her gaze even colder on Alberto, who raises her fallen face. To the gaze of such a companion: 'Ugh!' And after suppressing his chest again, he turns around just a little bit and goes on with the words.

"No... Hola, 'Owen' will be performing at the Little Theater today, right?

"Owen? And of the little theater, is it?

"Oh! Owen! It's a young actor on the market this time, isn't it? I thought I had to see the first day and Thousand Autumns. As a former actor, as president of a theatrical country! And Her Majesty the Queen of Flames is coming, isn't she? I knew it was' Owen '!

"... oh. If you ask me, it was definitely the first day of Owen in a small theater."

"Owen" is a popular performance alongside the Jian Emperor. It is a story of a man from the Lyme City National Alliance Kaffa going out to Abarte to train in theatre and falling in love with the aristocratic courtier of Flame, whom he happens to know, a large circle story in which the two men who were in contact at first marry beyond their differences of identity. The popular and simple story of the so-called "vegetarian reception" has been performed beyond the count of the past, and it is also a clear play that cannot be done by the actors who play it as a result. In addition, it is also a tale often starring "newbie" actors who are close in age in the play, and if you say so, it is a dragon climbing tale of young actors.

"Is it enough for His Excellency to go out of his way? Small theater 'Owen', etc. Wouldn't it be better in the grand theater if we were to see the theater?

Even if it's a play watched by the head of state of a country. I'm not saying it's bad, but small theaters are about a third the size of big theaters, which is also the kind of cheap theater that ordinary people go to see. To Clarissa twisting her neck, Alberto laughed and waved.

"Well, you certainly can't take the king of another country or anything, can you? Still," Owen "is a tale that gives young people a chance. Even I was Owen's first lead when I ran out of paper. So," Owen ", who performs where he is, is sure to go and see the first day and Chiakusa. The young actor gets all worked up at the first and last gigs. It's nice to see that change."

"... is that what it is?

"Later, well..." Sometimes it's a story to see, "Owen."

"When 'like this'?

"It's hard to think of things that don't suit you sexually. So, you can laugh and cry without thinking about it... and I want to see a play that brings you back to the beginning."

Alberto shows flickering over his hand like he's holding the ticket at hand. Clarissa's brow drowned pitifully in such a way.

"... I said, didn't I? It's okay if you like it."

"That being said, how dare you? I'm the one who decides what matters to the state, right? I'll take that a little more seriously. So, seriously, think about it, think about it, because I'm losing track of it, right? Let's go back to the beginning."

……

"And Holle? There's no way to prepare for a welcome party or anything, is there? It's a big decision to make by citing the state, and the other department hasn't come up with the kind of paperwork required for a ruling in Mon like a closed store. Oh, I don't know.

Hmm? And Nica laughs and shows it, Alberto. To that appearance, Clarissa sighed deeply and shook her neck left and right.

"Your Excellency is right, certainly no big paperwork is coming up now. It may not be a bad idea for you to take the day off in the sense of nurturing your English temper."

In fact, Alberto works well. "I want to get back to the country and plow the fields fast," but "when is it time to slow down! 'But I complain a lot, but when it comes to work, I work sincerely. That, too, remains the status of' president ', which he did not want.

"... ok. But please return immediately after the show. That being said, I'm somewhat anxious without any meetings."

So Clarissa forgives him for being 'sweet' herself. Because Clarissa herself, there is also a similar sense of guilt that is forcing Alberto to have a president he doesn't want.

I can't promise you that.

"... Your Excellency?

"Ugh! Don't look scared. But it's been a long time, hasn't it? I feel better, and I'm not going home right away."

"... so you're telling me, right?

Clarissa shook her head left and right like she was just a little frightened. As he put a wheel on Clarissa like that, Alberto also shook his head to the left and right as if he was frightened.

"... what is it?

"What is it, no. Didn't I tell you earlier?

"What?

"'Oh, I'm sure you do,' he said. I know you're free, but you too?

"... it's..."

Sure, I don't have a job at Clarissa's disposal that I need to clean up right now. Not really.

"But while the other staff are working, I'm the only one watching theatre..."

"What are you talking about? You. Yours is a fine job, isn't it? I don't know where I'm going to walk if I leave you alone - putting a collar and a lead on a president like a wild dog would be an important job. All right, man? Do you mind if I flirt somewhere by myself? Trouble, you guys, right?

Alberto, who says and shows that in a heartfelt way. To that appearance, where did the distressed expression go until earlier, dyed red to the ear and Clarissa leaned down.

"So, but... so, but..."

"'But'?

"... Ah, it's an important job to monitor Al... but, you know, it... the..."

It's like, with a voice that's about to disappear.

".................. so, not like a date"

"I'm asking you out with that intention?

"No, you can't! You know, it's... it's kind of sad to call it work."

"Uh... sorry. That was a bad word. I feel like" working "on your date."

"So, but yeah! That's more than that... that..."

Glad to hear it.

"... Hey, Clara"

"... Huh? Hey, what!?

"Let's go now, date. I don't care about work or anything anymore! Let's go!"

"Hey, ah, Al! Wow, I'm not even cute in my clothes!? It's normal work clothes!

"Don't worry. Cute enough as it is!

"Ah, ah! Oh, Al! Get off me! Get off me!

The princess holds Clara, who raises her protest with a bright red face. "Behave yourself," Alberto opened the door firmly with his feet and flew straight out of the presidential residence.

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"Hey. Get in a good mood, Clara"

"... Hmm"

"Hmm. Lovely, dude."

"Get involved, idiot! Alberto idiot!

"Mr. President, hold your beloved wife in her princess and run through the official residence" was witnessed the occasion by many staff members working in the official residence due to her unsavoriness during the hours. Panicked by this forcible assault of daylight grandeur, he was ashamed and completely turned Clarissa's heso.

"Mi, didn't everyone see you! Oh, such an embarrassment! You can't go to the mansion anymore..."

Clarissa comes staring in tears with her bright red stained cheeks. Alberto thinks, staring at Clarissa like that, 'I'm messing around, so I guess it's even more so now'. Incidentally, Alberto & Clarissa's bachelor couple are also famous in the official residence, and now where Alberto held Clarissa as a princess, they can only be held by emotions like 'Oh, the friendly couple are doing it again'. So - apart from whether you're happy or unhappy taking it to Clarissa - things don't happen that make you unable to go to the official residence.

"Well, because I'll be clear later, okay? Clara for now? It's a date in the corner, huh? Don't you look so stubborn? Let's have fun."

Clarissa with a rather swollen look. Alberto stretches left and right by picking such Clarissa's cheek as a mummy. Clarissa paid Alberto's hand as she panicked.

"Mm, rather! Don't stretch!

"Oh, my God, it's gonna stretch."

"And anyway! I wouldn't forgive you more if I did that!

"Don't bother with that. How can you forgive me?

Clarissa looking down like a stubborn. From my height difference, I look at Alberto's gaze as he bends over and peeks into Clarissa's face like that.

"... dinner"

"What?"

"... take me to dinner, a delicious place. I want dessert too."

Clarissa said that with a bright red face.

"... pu... ku... kuku"

"Ah! But already! Why are you laughing!

"Yes, no... 'Cause you told me to go home and work. What? And that's your date's" snack "?

"Oh, hey! Oh, no! Wow, me and you can work anywhere! Then you'd better eat your dinner!

"Kukukukuku..."

"Also, already! I don't know!"

"Yes, no... pup... phew. No, no, he said it was bad. Right. Me and you, we can work anywhere."

That being said, Alberto holds Clarissa's shoulder and gently draws her back to herself. Stick to Clarissa as if she were stubborn and still lean softly against Alberto's side, relaxing her cheeks.

"…………………… to?

At the end of his gaze, he found discomfort. I noticed it here and there, too, with a slightly rushed look on my face. To Alberto's words in between, Clarissa, who was closing her eyes and leaning toward her, opened her eyes suspiciously and turned her own gaze toward you, as she followed Alberto's gaze, which was solidifying.

"... Erica... Your Majesty?

He was there dyeing his cheeks like he was panicking next to a man.

"………………………… cat ears?

He was the figure of Erica, brilliantly decorated with 'cat ears' over his head.