The Inner Palace Tale of a Villainess Noble Girl

- The worship the next day became, for Shayla, the most uncomfortable thing.

Nobles living in the Wang capital take advantage of the temple located within the aristocratic neighbourhood, mostly in worship on Sunday.

but the side chambers, residents of the rear palace, cannot, in the first place, go outside.

Speaking of what to do, then, this is also an old habit, and if a 'royal' remains in the inner palace, he invites priests from the temple of the king's capital, cleansing some room temporarily and making it a temporary prayer room. Mrs. Magnome's brilliant arms had turned a room in the rear palace into a 'temple' with proper altars.

Since the start time of worship was fixed, Lydil and Nasha did not give way by saying that they would pick up Shayla before the hour. but yesterday today, if the two of you act with Shayla, the malice that is directed at Shayla will flame on both of you.

So Shayla heard from Ray the time the prayer room opened, and she decided to go inside the time and spend the time to pray.

Coming well before worship time, the serious side rooms were sympathetic to Shayla. Second, I walked into the room, I don't know his name, but perhaps the 'Red Rose' courtier, "I hear you had a rough day yesterday," so much so that he called out. One thing in the courtyard is definitely thought to be known all over the backyard already.

To the evidence, the gaze of the stately side chamber, which comes into the room as worship time approaches, would have been 'peony', but 'red rose', but it would have been a stifling one. Whatever the reason, yesterday Shayla behaved inappropriately. The higher the identity of the lady, the more unforgivable the deed will be.

- Finally, when the "named one" showed up, the obvious gaze of the ladies caught on the skin of the tingling Shayla.

Lady Xu, Suzuran and Sleepy Lotus slipped through their gaze in dignity and gracefully lowered their hips to the upper seat in front of the altar, as if they didn't care about yesterday's events or anything else.

- But the last time I came in, Mr. Peony...

A soft cream-colored dress, its fluffy hem, rocked through the door and she stopped there once. I look around the room fluttered with a smile on my face - the moment I obviously turn to the one with Shayla, I stop moving and sadly lower my brow.

And rather, as if to embarrass myself like that, I fan-covered my mouth and walked slowly, slowly, to my seat.

Everyone - everyone who was on the spot - was too much of an act to recognize that 'Peony is offended by Shayla Carrerdo'.

of the gaze from then on, well, it hurt. That it hurt. I can't even hear a single verse, such as the words of the thankful priest. If people could kill with their gaze, Shayla would have died lightly ten times in a less long time of worship.

When she was finally released, Shayla was surprisingly sweaty on her back, even when she was ready.

(... Oops, prayers were done. Amenos, whether or not God hears you)

Properly, in the order in which I pray, I have not lost the gaze of a gutter stab on my back, and I have prayed for 'Thank you for the fate that led me to the rear house and the happiness of my loved ones'. At that moment, maybe two or three times, I decide not to think about it at this time.

"I'm home..."

"Welcome home, Master Shayla.... good luck"

When I got back to the room, Ray, who was leaving me an answering machine, worked hard to guess what was going on in general from Shayla's expression. I smile bitterly and get my hips down on the chair.

"It's okay. Because I was ready.... I'm sorry to have gotten you all involved"

"Don't worry about it. Because under Mrs Magnome's supervision, there are no fools out there who would give a sperm to harassment. Side chambers will soon realize how foolish your actions are if Your Majesty returns."

"That's a bad idea, Ray."

- Leaning on Juke's feelings and trying to secure a place in the rear palace must be wrong.

For a time, "Who does Your Majesty love about" Named "!? 'As it evoked the commotion, what Shayla thought was it.

"The backyard should be a place to help you, not a place to use your majesty, right? Competing and disputing His Majesty's pet is only at His Majesty's expense. - I don't intend to use your feelings."

"Dear Shayla..."

In the first place, you don't have the right to use it. Shayla hasn't been able to return a clear answer to Juke's thoughts yet.

- I want to help, I think. In the position of 'King', in a lonely position, of that man who just sits alone, even if he can't stand next to him, at least close by, if he can protect the heart of 'Juke'.

Innocence one, no matter how much you shudder, no matter how high the wall is in front of you, or how hard you are struck by your pity, you still don't try to escape. One who dwells in the core in strength, knowing weakness but not trying to beat its weakness.

I have no more doubts about the thoughts he will turn to Shayla. Beyond his identity and all his positions with each other, he is offering Shayla a beautiful love affair, clear and clear.

"- Shayla."

Including delightful colors, and voices calling for names.

At regular moments, fingers touching your cheeks too.

I stroke my hair, and my hands a little hotter than Shayla's.

Careful, gentle, and arms to cuddle, as if dealing with broken things.

Everything - everything, I don't hate it.

So confused.

So I get scared.

If I accept that hand honestly.

If he 'being' becomes commonplace.

I'm sure you won't be able to stand to mourn.

Even time away like this can make you run anxious, lonely, unlikely wagamama in your mouth.

Even though I know it's an uncontrollable thought.

If I remove the brake I'm desperately putting on, I don't even know what will happen to me.

I'm scared - so I can't take the last step.

"... originally, the rumor of the 'Princess Pete' was a downfire. You don't stir things up from me, and you don't mess up the rear house."

"Yeah, maybe. … if Shayla so desires"

"I'm sorry, my dear."

"Terrible."

Ray replied, he's laughing.

"It does not fall within my purview, such as Shayla's My Lady. If you don't leave me alone a little longer, I won't have any tension with you as a samurai."

"Well, if I lay"

"You're not kidding, are you? Because as a royal palace worker, you can see how comfortable it is for the high-flying princess to follow the rules."

I've never heard of such weird skills.... but on second thought, some of the ladies are still serving the 'noble' supremacy ladies at this moment, and based on that, Ray's dialogue may not have been a mistake, either.

"... what a wonderful place, the rear palace"

"I'll take your compliments."

Gaze, chuckle.

- Just there, the door was knocked.

"Dear Shayla. It's Marika."

"Come in."

Marika, who came in, had a tray in her hand. Apparently, he brought me lunch.

Speaking of which, it's lunchtime.

"Master Shayla, it's been a long time since we've eaten in your room. You can't help but feel less time."

Ray smiled calmly, disappearing across the clash. Perhaps you're getting me ready for tea after dinner.

"Dear Shayla, they say that today's meal is a special menu for the Comedy Festival!

Marika, who placed the tray on her desk, asap and invites Shayla. Although Marika still stands out for her coarse movements, she is often saved for her appearance without giving in.

Incidentally, you may imagine something extravagant when it comes to royal palace meals, but the inedible course dishes are served about "named," and the end like Shayla is a very common dedication about the meal plus alpha of the samurai. Whether you're preparing a meal or not, it's just an easy job to put a tray on your desk and open the metal cover covered in dust shelter.

Make sure Shayla sat in the chair and take the cover in a way Marika was excited about.

- Take it, it's solidified.

"Khaaaa!

In the narrow room, the screams and the sound of the cover removed by Marika slamming the floor. Ray, who was across the collision, shows himself in a hurry.

"Dear Shayla, what is it?

In a small room where you can't hide anything, you can't deceive the cause of the anomaly. A glance on the desk, Ray looked at the dishes arranged on the tray and changed his complexion.

"Hey, what the...!

The food itself is very ordinary. Soup on bread, main meat dishes on salad and nothing funny about it.

The problem is - there's an oversized long bug in the soup, and there's a ton of little bugs on the bread. Then it's crawling.

The metal cover is natural, but it has not been made to be visible inside. Meals are made in the kitchen, served for each room side room, arranged in a tray and covered. Every samurai with a room carries a covered tray to the room, so there is no way to look inside it.

Of course Shayla was shocked to see the meal the bugs were trying to eat, but how is it in Marika's heart that she knew nothing and carried such a disgusting thing? In fact, Marika stares over the tray with a tearful look in her eyes, not unlike her, who is always energetic and bright. If you look closely, its fingertips were trembling and blood was drawn from its face.

Shayla stood up and gently supported Marika's back.

"Marika, are you okay?

"Ah......, but I'm sorry, Master Shayla!

As I returned it, Marika flattened out. Rather, Shayla was surprised.

"What is it all of a sudden? You're not bad. It's just, like always, you just carried me a meal, didn't you?

"But give Shayla something like this..."

"I'm fine. So don't worry so much."

By the summer of last year, when my uncle and aunt couldn't satisfy me with a meal, Shayla had spoken of the leftovers that bugs were springing. Though it was a shock, he himself wanted insects in his food, which he was unfortunately used to seeing.

"I can't forgive you. Who the hell would do this...!

Next to Shayla desperately forgiving Marika, Ray was shaking her body in anger. This is very, very impossible for Shayla to eat.

"The salad and meat seem to be safe, so I guess it's better yet."

"That's not the problem!

Words you let go to calm you down are counterproductive. Ray was in the middle of desperately curbing it, shaking his eyes at the upsets that usually didn't come out on the table.

"Such a woe to Master Shayla's cooking...! I need to inform the chief lady immediately."

"Wait, Ray, you better not take too much care of it"

"Isn't it the mess of the rear palace to leave it like this"

"Well, that's true."

Basically, Shayla doesn't like to argue about herself. Or until I entered the rear house, I had nothing to do with the contention.

It became a side room, a lot of things, sometime irrelevant to the rear palace power feud, and I went to get caught up in it from myself once yesterday, but if I told you that, I'm just talking about being disparaged and stuck with someone I like. I didn't want to fight because I wanted from myself.

"In the meantime, instead of suddenly suing Mrs. Magnome directly, I'm gonna go ask the kitchen what's going on, and then I'm gonna make sure the other side rooms aren't damaged"

"... do you do that with me and Marika?

"Of course, I'll help you too"

"We cannot let Master Shayla out of your room in this situation!

In this case, Ray is right.

Nevertheless, it is only certain that it does not begin even if you are still asking questions in the room. Ray secretly sighed, pushing the door open.

- Open it, stop.

"... Ray?

"- Don't look, Master Shayla!

Ray, who screamed sharply, tried to close the door, but it was a foot late. Shayla's eyes firmly caught a little bloody animal rolling down the hallway across the door.... Is that, perhaps, a chicken?

"... if you don't handle it properly, it's not delicious."

"So that's not the problem!

Ray's dialogue, close to screaming, says, "Why are you being so flat!" The truly understandable truth was lost. Her hand holding the handle of the door is getting too white with too much force.

Shayla gently rubbed Ray's hand to calm him down and let him off the handle. Now open the door yourself, and again, see what's falling down the hallway. - Again, it was a chicken. That, too, is a freshly tightened atmosphere from what I've seen.

Just thinking, Shayla shut the door completely.

"Ray, Marika, I'm gonna get dressed."

"Is... yes?

"In this dress, that's exactly what you can't hold a chicken. Wouldn't it be unnatural to just go out a little bit if you weave your jacket in your room attire?

"Cover the chicken... SHE, Master Shayla!? What are you going to do!

"What... as I delivered the chicken to the kitchen, I thought I'd talk to you."

Whatever the meat is about to rot, it is the ingredients of the fresh itself that are rolling in front of the door. Leaving me alone is too much.

- For a year, Shayla, who had been treated as a servant by Dokechi's uncle and aunt, had gone through all kinds of work, from working downstairs to using small rooms. Exactly, the cook had hired experts, but he was often entrusted with the purchase of ingredients and the downward processing, which were rare and irrelevant, such as freshly tightened chickens.

To add further, it was Sheila, who was completely isolated from the aristocratic community by her uncle and aunt, but not by her unsociable character. I don't hate talking to people, and now, surprisingly, you don't even know people. After my uncle and aunt started treating me like a servant, I was exchanging words with familiar store clerks and face-to-face people when I went out of town on house business. At the very least, it's like not having to be left out of the public.

For such a Shayla, it was a natural conclusion to think about going directly to ascertain the truth about what was happening with a souvenir. Leaving two distracted samurai, Shayla sticks her head in the costume shelf and pulls out an affordable room outfit.

So finally, the two samurai are back.

"Please wait, Master Shayla!

"What are you thinking? If it's a clean up and a report, we'll do it!

"With that said, Marika doesn't like bugs, and Ray, you don't want to touch chickens, do you?

The two samurai poked at the drawing stars, all together clasp their mouths. Slightly, Marika cut it out in horror.

"... me, did I tell you? He said he didn't like bugs."

"I didn't ask, but you can tell by what happened earlier. I wouldn't scream so flashy just because I'm surprised."

"also, sorry......"

"So if you don't mind,"

Ray is something like that. Just to my surprise, her hands were too cold. Too much fear, the blood flow must have gotten temporarily worse.

"Ray, are you all right, bug? If you're okay, I'd like you to grab a tray and come with me to the kitchen. Marika asked me to go to Lydil's and see if there was any damage to the other side room dishes."

Whoever you notify, there's nothing you can do if you don't know the exact information. Shayla's thoughts seemed to have been passed on to the two samurai, and Ray and Marika nodded back at Shayla after seeing each other.

I asked the moving Ray to help me get dressed, followed the Ray who held the tray (of course the cover is back on), and Shayla opens the door again. Picking up the chicken that was rolling unchanged on the other side, Shayla looked back.

"Marika, nice to see you later."

"I did, Master Shayla. - You're not going."

Almost crying, Marika still laughs and bows her head.

Smiling back at Marika, Shayla said.

(This is... after all, harassment, right)

- With the malice directed at me, my dear samurai was wounded.

He took a strong step forward in the reality that he was going to lose if he leaned at all, which is why he couldn't lose.