"I hate you! I hate you!" Remilia-sama ahhhhhhh!! "

"It won't end. It won't end...!"

"That Countess... my size... has changed... I can't forgive you... I'm about to run around the castle."

It was a shura.

"Hey, guys, thanks for being so tired..."

When I put my face away from the Duke's house with a gesture, the grudges of the needles were swirling.

Prince Francesca's crown prince ritual is just around the corner, and I have a lot of things to do, but I can't help but show my face in front of all the needles.

When I showed my face, the captain of the stitches (and I sneakily call him) came in a worn-out body.

"Don't worry, Remilia-sama... we're almost there..."

"Um, yeah, please. The costume matching is tomorrow afternoon... is that okay?"

The captain looked at the watch, then at the costume, and slowly thumbs up at me.

Crying.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

The costumes seem to be working out, so I went back to the room and reviewed Francesca's rodent rituals to review the dragon tribe's schedule.

It's not like I'm in charge of everything...

But I hope that Francesca's catholic ritual can be completed safely.

In the afternoon, I went to the palace with Stannis to check with the guards about the taboos against the dragons.

Stannis politely declined, even though the captain of the Guard invited him to join the Guard.

If Stannis really wants to do it, he probably won't stop working for the Royal Palace.

Me too, of course.

Stannis smiled bitterly as I walked down the hallway.

"I don't want to be conveniently used by the royal palace."...... I think it's best to be beside Lady Remilia rather than Vaza... but it looks like my turn is almost over now that the Lady has become a fine lady. "

Again!

"It's true. Be good." The growth of children is fast, right? "

Stannis says something like grandpa.

The knight who was walking in front of me laughed with ahaha spurted out small.

Sir Roland, are you being rude?

"... sorry, my grandfather said the same thing about Saurel."

"What do you want?"

"Please don't do this!"

Sir Roland is a young Knight Guardian often seen as Francesca's escort.

It is easy to talk about it because it is somehow favourable to me.

Of course, I'm from the Earls of the North, a royal faction of the Bald.

Before the ceremony, all the younger generations feel relatively glamorous.

Knights, princesses, and servants alike were thrilled to see Francesca officially become prince... in anticipation of the arrival of a new era.

Something that somehow feels like a bright future is coming.

"Lady Remilia, my sister was delighted.... can you wear a wonderful dress?"

Sir Roland's younger sister is one of the dragons.

I suddenly smiled.

"Yeah! I'm looking forward to it." Sis, you were so beautiful! "

Sir Roland smiled.

"My sister, but I can't wait to see Remilia." Please dance with me. "

... of course, Sir Roland was flirting with joy the moment it seemed good.

"Stannis..."

"100 years early."

It's overprotective.

With a bitter smile, Sir Roland was guiding me to Francesca's room.

Sneak me in so Stannis doesn't find out, Sir Roland.

"I-Itete... I'll do it"

As I tried to knock, a familiar chamberlain with Francesca came out in front of the door.

"...... Lady Remilia"

What's the matter?

"Actually... there is an uncommitted customer, you should come back once..."

This person has a terrible toothache.

Something doesn't feel right. The moment I called you back, the door opened.

"Ahh! You don't have to go home, do you?" My beloved niece! "

This was the stage, and he was a dramatic line, like a starring actor.

The beautiful light blue eyes are reminiscent of a vitreous glass. It's an empty, brittle color.

I forgot my smile and Stannis's expression hardened.

"The Marquis of Steinburg..."

Olga's husband.

One of the Vaza's clans.

... someone with a dangerous shadow somewhere.

When I called his name, he invited me into the prince's room, even though he was not the owner of the room.

"Let's talk together."...... I've got a nice cup of tea. "