"... there are still a lot of trials and legal connections.
"Because Wang and his wife are more dominant in the country than in diplomacy. If you also memorize the legal books, it's easier to judge them to some extent.
Not mandatory. But naturally, being an assistant to the King's Mate, I memorize everything. Lady Stayle was silenced for a short while when she looked at the legal books arranged from the edge of the bookshelf to the edge. It would still take time to remember this amount, even if it was like a stick. I wasted my time sleeping and kept remembering, too.
After a short silence, Master Stayle muttered in a solitary voice, "... I hear you remember all this, sister".
"Speaking of which.... Master Pride learned the law himself from a very young age.
"I've been wanting to read all the books. You've been hanging out with me and Tiara. I taught myself and Tiara all the knowledge I had learned from a long time ago, whether it was the law or Queen's business.
That's great, and Master Steele laughed a little proudly while looking at the law book if I returned it.
When I took a nearby book of legal books as it was, I gently opened it thick. The letter closely coincided. I looked at it and immediately closed it again.
"... if you remember all this, you'll make progress with the King's matchmaking business, too, right? Jill veil."
"Yeah, definitely.
Niyali, and try to give it back from me with the same grin to the style directed at me without hiding a bad grin.
Then Master Style, whining, "It would be good," throws his mouth up to provoke me while putting up the legal book.
"Because, how long did it take you to remember everything?
"I had a hard time buying all the books back then.... Well, in totals... about six months?
That's a long time for you. I was told, until I could recite every verse in any chapter as well as the content to meet my expectations, though. And when I returned it, I opened my eyes gently and was wrinkled between my eyebrows regretting that I immediately gave that look to me.
"... six months later... That's Tiara's birthday.
"Yeah, congratulations.
That Tiara lady is almost sixteen years old. I sincerely think this semester, when the royals both grow up, is a great one.
Dear Steele, who has just returned from Prince Cedric's Birthday with Lord Pride the other day, but further refrains from doing so until the birthday of his best friend, Lord Arthur, next week. It would be a far more important day for him than the Birthday of the Prince of the Allies.
However, Tiara, Style and Pride occasionally shed shadow when it came to Tiara's birthday.
Substantially engaged and leaving the country is even later, but the fact that he's sixteen really makes him aware of his separation from Dear Tiara. Especially since Lord Pride looked down pitifully or distant whenever it came to the subject. I guess the loneliness is also strong because I was adored of my sister, Dear Tiara.... but it is also the path that the Queen, with her historical sisters, has taken.
Did you also sort your mind out a little lately, and it was like Steele who regained his mind as soon as possible. After a little thought trick without shading now, he pulled up the end of his mouth again and was smiled at. The position of the eyeglasses was fixed at the fingertips and showed even though it had been newly adjusted. Turn an invincible grin on me with the grunt "it'll be good".
"... I'll memorize everything before Tiara turns sixteen.
Watch, and tell Mr. Style to declare war on me. He put the legal book back on the shelf once, and now he showed it with the law book at the far end in his hand. I'm going to borrow one book, he said no, and if I admit it, it would have disappeared from his hands the next moment. It must have been moved instantaneously even to my room.
Like nothing happened. He asked "So, what am I supposed to do next" and replied in one word when he left me with another paperwork.
"... Speaking of which, is it still about the time the courier arrives today?
The delivery to me is also scheduled to arrive today. And I shrugged, and Master Stayle looked out, "Speaking of which, you are," he said.
That delivery guy has been in and out of the castle frequently lately. At first, they were handing over letters from Lord Pride and Prince Cedric, but more recently they turned into an exchange of letters between the Queen, Lady Rosa, and the United Kingdom of Hanazoo.
"At Prince Cedric's Birthday, we went quite a bit further.... In a few more degrees, I'll be done handing over my letters to your mother.
Master Style, speaking so, was surrounded by some shadow on his back by words.
After all, are there some parts from the previous Prince Cedric that have not yet boiled down to disrespect? What's more, after Prince Cedric's birthday the other day, a certain exam Prince Cedric was also highly regarded by that other, tough Vest Regent. Maybe I have a slight feeling of envy for him.
"Then you were right to ask for my work early as well. Sure, because Lord Pride said he wanted to give the courier a longer vacation when the exchange of letters was over.
Regular information from Bail, an informant.
Until now, I had left it to the courier's pace, but it was also lagging behind due to its busy schedule in the near future. Because of this, I had to urge him myself, but it seemed quite frustrating because of tongue-beating and its attitude.
Though for Lord Pride's sake, it usually takes ten days to go back and forth. I can also snort that Lord Pride said he wanted to give me a vacation.
When he replied briefly to my words, Master Stayle began to run the pen without confusion, sitting at his desk.
Crispness and the sound of the pen creeping through the writing continues. As soon as I lost the feeling of coughing up from my lungs earlier, it was pretty easy for me to run the pen myself. Then, Master Stayle shrugged as if he were small and blurry as if he had read my thoughts.
"... if only enough to catch a cold, you could live in the castle with Maria and the others.
Boosh, and a truly solitary grunt was definitely directed at me.... I hear you're worried.
I also know what Lady Steele wants to say. In fact, many of the historical prime ministers received the honor of living in the castle and were inhabited. I waste quite a bit of time every day just going back and forth from the castle mansion. If we live in the castle, doctors and medicines will be able to make it more than ever now, and the time to get back and forth will be shortened. … but.
"Thank you for your concern. But I like my life now.
I reply with a heartfelt gratitude to Style, who said to me that I could live in a castle.
... Again, I like that mansion.
At one time it was Maria's disease, and our house didn't even come true for the two of us to go home. It is a small residence compared to the halls and palaces in the castle, but for me it is my home where I have finally returned. Originally, I just chose and bought a little land away from the castle so that Maria, who cares about her surroundings, could live in peace, but now I have enough attachment.
My loving home where I lived with Maria, … went home with her, invited Master Pride, and Stella was born and spent time with my family.
I really don't feel like letting go right now.
Master Style, who returns me to give up "I guess" on my words, pointed me in the direction of my mansion with the opposite hand as I ran the pen at the end. Waiting for words to say what they meant, Mr. Stayle's words were released straight at me with the gaze I dropped on the paperwork.
"It's such a good house for you.
The words, deliberately released with a pale tone and a faceless expression, were understood as a praise like that of Style, and I returned my gratitude in words.
Family, friends, home, living, mission, benefactor, lord, people. Now that everything is incredibly aligned. To reward it, I run the pen again.
A life of unworthy happiness for me as a great sinner.
To keep paying that price forever and doing what it takes.