The Me Who Wants To Escape The Princess Training

"Brit... it's not over yet...?

Walking behind a brit child as he snapped, I say with hope that it was time to end it, but just a glance and the walk didn't stop.

"What are you talking about! We haven't gotten around enough yet!

I don't even try to hide how excited I am, and I see that as well. Shaggy looks yearly and adorable, but it's not adorable to look at "I've never seen this, so I think I can sell it with rarity" or "The rich buy exotic stuff" whining about it.

"Wow! It's a country of gold. This is it!

I have sparkling eyes, but what I'm saying is terrible.

"Let's get this over with..."

"Why are you so tired when you're just looking around"

He tilts his little neck strangely and has the face that he doesn't know the bottom of his heart.

The Brits are right, we're just looking around. Negotiations regarding the purchase are carried out by the Brits alone, and I do not carry the baggage because what I bought is supposed to be handled for delivery at a later date.

But still, I get tired when I get a bunch of ladders in the store.

"Maybe you're worried about the money? It's okay, I'm actually paying His Highness Clark because it's about my dress and shoes I bought the first time. Exactly, because you can't buy this, even if it's national money. Everything else is for business, and you don't have to worry because you're buying it on your own."

Bridget, I wasn't just a golden deceased...

I tense my chest that I am a fool, but I am not. That's not true. A little touched, but not.

"I want to go home because I'm tired..."

"Oh, my God, you're not fit."

On the contrary, I wonder why the Brits are not tired. Don't you get tired when it comes to commerce?

"Well, I can roughly turn around, okay? Let's go home."

I wondered if I would tear with joy at the word "return", which had finally come from the Brit. I'm not going home. I've had exchanges 20 times. I want to make a small leap when I think I'm finally free of shopping hell.

"Then let's go home, let's go home right away, now!

"How easy it is to understand how suddenly you are feeling better even though you were just sitting tight..."

I don't care if the Brit has a face. I'll have Lily arrange a carriage. It was too small in front of this store and the carriage couldn't get in, so I had it waiting for me at a distance.

"I could buy you an expensive dress for free, and that's all I'm glad you followed on your honeymoon."

"What? He said he followed you."

"You must be right."

"Ugh..."

You're right, so there's no objection.

"... oh?

As she stood in front of the store, waiting for Lily to return, the Brit raised her voice.

"Isn't that His Royal Highness Clark?

"Mr. Clark at work is here..."

Say it and stop it.

"It's Clark..."

I didn't have to look wrong, because I was like Clark.

Mr. Clark, coming out of a restaurant-like store, quickly boarded the carriage. Send a woman next door.

"What is that..."

"Oh no. Looks like trouble. I'm going home."

I just found Lily coming this way. The Brit stepped out to head over there and caught her arm.

"Bridget, you're going out with me, right?"

"'Cause it's gonna be tough. No."

"You're going to see someone else's interesting training ground, come with me"

"Because I'm not someone else. No."

"Lily! I'm going after that carriage!

When you force the reluctant Brit into the carriage and give her instructions, she begins to chase after Master Clark's carriage.

"Ha... don't get involved..."

"You're my friend!

"Uh... no..."

Brits complain, but it's not what I found out.

Lady Clark, wait!

I burned my fighting spirit with Melamella alone.