The Evil Queen’s Beautiful Principles

"Brian? Where are you going at this hour?

I stopped at the voice of my colleague.

"Ah... ahh, let's check something out."

Ho, you're going to cum.

Kotsuri, Kotsuri.

Somehow my colleague approaches me. [M]

... I wonder if you could leave soon. I mean, if you can, I want you to stay away from me.

With a bad consciousness about him, I lean down to avoid looking at him as he approaches me.

"... even if you work so hard, it doesn't make sense. Because unlike you, you don't have any connections, do you? I knew I had to have quite a connection to work in the palace....."

"... haha. That's right. I'm really jealous. Now, I'm going to....."

If I could not bear to keep talking any longer, I would have to run away. [M]

I was able to escape my colleague's eyes... and I won't be late for the meeting.

Pause and take a deep breath when you are sure.

... and why did Miss Gilbert write to me?

It was really sudden and without any premonition that Gilbert sent me a letter saying, "I want to see you."

At first, I suspected something was wrong.

Speaking of Gilbert, he leaves famous papers in a wide variety of fields.

With that achievement, I received a medal from the Kingdom.

At the same time, however, it was famous for not publishing any information other than papers and names.

Does someone like that want to see me...?

I can't help but look at the letter and wonder the most.

Had it not been pressed on the letter, the mark said to have been given at the same time as the medal, the letter would have been torn apart and discarded as some kind of prank.

The designated room was a room in the Omiya... like a reception room that wasn't so big.

"Excuse me."

When I entered the room with Knock, there was one man there.

The light emitted from the window dazzles and narrows the eyes.

There was a younger man than I had imagined.

Long black hair that is thin like a wire and unimaginably assembled.

Eyes peeking from behind the glasses reflected an intelligent color.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Gilbert Mahogaard."

"Oh, it's an honor to meet you....! My name is...."

He rushed too fast, followed, and bit his tongue.

Did you notice that, Gilbert laughed.

"I know. Brian Wilgrette."

That said, he showed me a chair with his hand. [M]

"I'm sorry I called you today. How was your time?

"Yes, yes. Of course, because I'm free now."

"Oh, is that so?... should I write a report like this?

Parsley and Gilbert put it on the desk between them... the report I wrote.

"Why are you doing this?... I should have thrown it away."

"... didn't you throw it away, but 'thrown away'?

Nicori and her mouth were smiling, but her eyes weren't smiling at all.

Rather, it's like trying me.

I drank raw spit from that tension.

"What is that?

"Some gods throw away, others pick up. My boss loved these reports very much.... I thought your idea was very good, too."

... did you read it?

My shoulders relaxed at once.

Numerous reports that have not been exhausted so far.

Still, I wrote it over and over again without giving up.

... that someday your boss will approve of your idea.

and that their ideas are reflected in national politics.

Since I became a bureaucrat, I wanted to be involved in national politics at all.

Become a country where people find it easy to live.

Despite such an ambition, he actually only carried out his daily work as a gear.

... of course, I knew that everyday work was important.

Because the gears mesh, the country can go around and protect the lives of the people who live there.

But at the same time, I couldn't throw away the idea that came out of my daily life: "I wish this could happen", "I wish I could do that".

Because I couldn't throw it away, I gave the report in the form of an appetite many times.

But they continued to be abandoned by their bosses.

'Don't do anything extra,' he said.

"I just have to do what I'm given," he said.

... you finally... got to read it.

I don't know how it happened, but it's still famous.

"... unfortunately, I can't use this idea as it is. You know that, don't you?

"... yes"

Sure, that's right.

All I wrote in the report was ideas.

It's just a big frame, it doesn't have any elaborate plans.

"But your idea is very interesting. Is that why you want to study for me? After work, there are naturally time constraints."

"Is that good!?

"Yeah, my boss bought you, too. I want you to grow up. I have a group of people who are expected to be my boss, so I think I can exchange useful information across departments."

"... what is Gilbert's boss?

To my question, Gilbert only smiled. [M]

Overwhelmed by that smile, he swallows his saliva again.

"... what do you want to do? If you are afraid of factional strife, should we not talk about it?

"No!"

I shouted so that I could wear it.

... this chance must never roll again.

I can't believe you can teach like Gilbert Mahogaard.

Besides, he picked up the reports that had been thrown away so far.

How happy that was.

"Thank you very much!

"... that's good. Bye, Brian. Please call me Dr. Mahogaard."

"Yes... yes!

With a slight tear, I held Master Gilbert's hand. [M]