It was Jill's troop's deputy's policy on the battlefield to flee until an effective tactic was found.
He was an excellent deputy. He helped me when the Ravé Imperial Army sandwiched me, and when I was cut off and isolated from the supply line.
And now this moment, too, saved Jill.
That is - I am not sure what is going on, but I will definitely escape because this situation is dangerous.
"Father, Mother, I'm out because I'm a little drunk in the crowd! Now excuse me."
"Oh, is your favorite whole pork grill okay? Though I shouldn't wear it."
"Because I get heartburn!
"What, you heartburn? Bad illness. So you're not?
Setting aside her parents worrying about her daughter, who can't eat the whole pork roast, Jill heads to the terrace at first sight. Of course the structure in the castle was in my head. That makes my head unnecessarily confused.
(Calm down, calm down! Is this a dream? Or is that the dream over there?
I stopped on the terrace for a moment and saw myself in vitro again. Touch it gently at your fingertips to make sure that this child is definitely you - still restless and straight out onto the terrace.
(I'm rejuvenated - no, no, your father and mother are alive. I'm the only one who's weird. Does that mean time's back? No way, there's no way you can use magic to turn back time, if you're not even a god! How could that be so......)
I try to hold my mouth, I look at that hand.
I should have already held my sword in this year, but it was still a soft, small hand.
Yes, by this time my parents were still alive, and I was a very normal young lady to the extent that swordsmanship and martial arts were also addicted to me as the daughter of the Servel family, known as the 'Battle Nation'.
As long as you don't think about whether or not a normal courtier would prefer martial arts - still, that brings a glimmer of light to Jill. If the time has really returned, I have not yet been called a warlord, nor have I run the battlefield for Gerald.
Not even to Gerald's fiancée.
"……… Can we start over?
I don't know how the hell this happened. But it was so crushing. Hold my little hand.
He dies from those who cannot grasp the status quo on the battlefield. I took a deep breath.
(Let's assume it's back in the past anyway. If Lady Gerald asks me to marry him, if I don't take it...... no I can't do that, Prince Wang asked me to marry him and I can't say no)
Whether you are a trusted frontier uncle known as a warring nation and protecting its borders, you are part of the kingdom of Kreitos. If his daughter there poorly refuses to propose to the First Prince, he may be considered counter-intuitive.
If so, the best way to do this is to have a great party without being proposed.
(If so, didn't I already do it...?
If the past continues in the past, Gerald came straight to Jill earlier, shortly after his eyes met, and proposed.
If so, by the time I got out on the terrace, the past was already out of memory.
"I got away from it, so I already solved it!?"
"Princess Jill."
"Out oooooooooooooo!!"
To Jill, who shouted unexpectedly, a prince whose neck Gerald - who was a young man until just over a dozen minutes ago in Jill's physical sense - was now a boy.
"Out?
"Yes, yes, no…… nothing."
In addition to the candlesticks, the tone that I tried to force to look like a courtier is unnecessarily strange.
But it doesn't matter what you think about Gerald coming out on the terrace, even though the party just started.
Besides, Jill looked familiar with the round of roses in his hand.
I got it when they proposed. Then I remember. When I asked him why he proposed, Gerald answered with a smile - "At first glance, I thought it was you". Though I was secretly pleased that it was fate.
(Was it too late when I had eyes?!?)
Gerald narrowed his eyes to see what he thought of Jill flushing his cold sweat down his back sloppily.
I think I'm going to test the item. Because I know he loves his real sister at this point.
"Excuse me. I'm Gerald. Gerald Der Craitos... Prince of this country."
"Well, you are."
"You're Princess Jill of the Servell family."
Glasses open like Gerald is nervous and calls back. Yes, I rose to the prince who called me a princess, not even a princess, then...
"... I need to talk to you about something important"
The stars happen to be beneath the night sky, and the prince advances in. The chandelier's proposal in the middle of the glittering dance floor was nice too, but this was a nice sight to see now.
Yes, unless the other guy is a rotten Ciscon bastard.
(I'll shout it out here or something!? Oh, no, they just killed me when they found out)
The moment you scream, all sorts of things will end. He has been famous as a prodigy since this time of year.
"I don't want you to be surprised to hear me. I look at you at a glance..."
"Oh, my God, your father and mother must be worried!
He whispers out loud and rushes out on the spot fast. Gerald's decent face was a sight, but not the other way around.
(We have to run here! There's a chance this is a dream, but that's why it's not like this... now for what I know, it's extra sucks! There is also the possibility of an early end to life!
Because now that they've already got their eyes on me, what kind of hands can I hit? Jill draws people together and thinks as she moves forward.
I saw Gerald coming out of the terrace. I was hoping you would give up like this, but somehow, I would see Jill and scream.
"Princess Jill! How do you escape?"
Because you're the man I already threw away, how good would that be?
Attention is being drawn to the figure of the first prince who raised his voice. Only a few of you will be able to buy time pretending you can't hear me.
(The operation of avoiding the First Prince's proposal to marry in peace... do you want to have a lover already?!? No, I can't do it with the child, and it doesn't make sense if Prince Wang isn't the one to pull his hand! I don't think it's rolling like that! At least the magic is unusually high and physically strong, or it's our house, and Prince Gerald was strong!
Slightly more desperate to escape reality.
But in the body of a 10-year-old child, he is really pushed away by a wave of people. We go for places where there are few people, but that also meant that Gerald could easily catch up to us.
"Princess Jill!
I managed to get out of people's circles, and Gerald finally caught me up.
(Yes, if you ask me to marry you... I'll take the blame for the winding up! Mix it up!
Jill's hand, which was about to be grabbed by her arm, grabs something behind her back. That was a fine cape that was oddly palpable. It was probably the knee on Jill's back. I knew it was an adult male from a place where I was not even scared.
Then it might be children's bullshit.
Gerald's breath-taking also gave Jill courage.
Anyway, if you don't get out of this place - with that one heart, scream.
"I fell in love with this one at first sight! I will marry this one - I will spend the rest of my life with this one and mix it up!!"
"Jill!?"
I heard the noise, the surprise of my parents. The surroundings twitch and Gerald pulls and ties his lips with a difficult face.
That, when Jill blinked at the child's bullshit and somewhat excessive ambient reaction to flush - a voice came down from overhead.
"Then take you to my wife."
That wasn't the kind of response Jill wanted, where adults channelled child bullshit.
The voice of a man with a low ear feel. It's slightly colorful and makes my spine tingle. If he whispers in his ear, that voice is going to crush his back.
It's like once you taste it, you'll never forget it again.
(Keys, listens, remembers………)
On the battlefield, recently - no, six years from now, it's tricky.
Anyway, in the future ahead, he showed himself when he started a war with the Ravé Imperial Army, the bearer of that voice.
"Ma'am. What's your name?
"Dj…… Jill Servell……………"
Jill, who answered without turning around, received an impressed voice.
"Princess of the Survell Borderline Uncle? Highly magical with a scratch. Most importantly, you seem to have definite eyes at a young age. I didn't expect you to propose to me yourself."
Kon, and there was a noise putting the glass on the table, and there was a sign of a man standing up. He was simultaneously fluttered and held up with one arm. From the hands of a powerless Jill, the cape falls.
Hair that plays chandelier light and glosses. The shape of the eyebrows, the nose beam and the thin lips symbolize the overwhelming shaping beauty from the contour of the cheeks to the shape of the jaw.
Above all, it's the golden eyes that catch my attention. Eyes as quiet as the moon, combined with a brutal, beastly glow.
Even though the trick of glancing at the hugged jill is gentle, I feel nervous like I've been stuck with a blade in my throat.
And yet so beautiful that I won't allow myself to turn a blind eye.
"They say that this island country has a summer bug that flies into the fire. Did you know that?
I shook my head. So I wanted you to let me go.
But they don't smile at all.
"Right. But it's okay, I'm not worried. I've decided to kneel for my wife."
Gerald says nothing. He looks no more harsh and makes his fist wave.
In that sense, Jill was very right about the person she intuitively chose.
True, but as a life choice, I couldn't help but be wrong.
"Take this Hadith Theos Rave, your proposal. - Princess with beautiful purple crystal eyes, please mix me up."
Saying so, before Jill, the young emperor of the neighbouring country knelt gracefully, smiling sweetly as poison, and bowed his head respectfully.