There Was No Secret Organization to Fight with the World’s Darkness so I Made One (In Exasperation)

The Principality of Marineland, a small country whose territory is a small island floating in the North Sea, east of England. Its head, His Highness Armantrude Bates, emails Mame to the psychic secret society Tianzhao.

The content is no big deal. Flower-bed flowers bloom beautifully, wild birds that I've been feeding for months have recently been feeding me from my palms, and this morning's breakfast was delicious, and a smiling trivial hemming of happiness that is neither poisonous nor medicinal occupies the majority.

Sachigi seems to be giving a small reply to discipline, but Shota-kun has given up responding to English textual emails from the beginning and has read through them, and I only return them when I feel uncomfortable. Although Langhua is bound to reply, she has only been able to respond to private emails from the Head of State in a manner that is as robust as a business contact because of her nervousness.

It's always a gentle, friendly, unnerving greeting from His Highness Lou, so it's time to say hello - I mean, it's my birthday, it's my founding anniversary, and the emails they send me for the New Year are loose.

It has not been six months since the Principality of Marineland fitted into the supporting national framework of Tianzhao through the ruins incident. But that bond is rapidly deepening, and national traffic is rapidly approaching to the point where the Japanese government is suddenly baffled by the Principality of Marineland, which has been dealing with it like an old friend.

Most importantly, the total population of the Principality of Marineland is 100,000. It is a level of defeat to regional cities in Japan, and few Japanese know the name of the Principality of Marinland. Few people are paying attention to the information that national transport is rapidly becoming tighter, and the policy shift in the Principality of Marineland is only a treatment to the extent that it appears securely in a corner of the economic newspaper in Japan.

And that doesn't seem to be part of the many policies that deepen the intimacy of such a nation... but the New Year's Eve e-mail from His Highness Lou said, "I'm going to Tokyo tomorrow! Dinner with me."

All of a sudden. Light footwork is not a level! I guess he feels like he's going to visit a friend's house!

The announcement that the queen of a small country was coming to Japan had also been sent to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, which would force the bureaucrats in charge to work overnight.

At present, it's worth their run, and this is how my lord and I taste the stylish dina on the top floor view terrace of a luxury hotel. Is it because it's a small country that hasn't been rented out, or because the story was too steep to make the arrangements in time?

I'm not sure what this is. Orange sauce? I wonder how many beef bowls are priced for a piece of meat it took and an artistically cut carrot. I've never used a finger bowl before in my life. What this rich space...... makes me sweat weird.

I don't know if I've ever heard of it. Classical music plays classically in the store, but of course I don't know the name of the song, and His Highness Lou doesn't seem to know it. All I know is that the Duke of Tachigi uses knives and forks for more sophistication than his royal Highness, Lu, and eats elegantly. The chic black long dress is beautiful.

I even have a narrow shoulder. The gobbly man in black looking around by the stairs is the escort of His Highness Lou, isn't he? Is it your fault you're only looking at me like that?

"Hey, I was wondering."

His Highness Lou compared me to Mr. Tsuki while eating mosha mosha happily as if eating the accompanying parsley even in the gastronomy above.

What is it, Your Highness? Ask what it is.

"Will Sago and Cabraghi not marry?

"!?

"I won't yet."

All of a sudden, I almost fell for His Highness Lou, who bumped into me, but I managed to enjoy it. What kind of heart does Mr. Tachigi have when he gives his hair back without putting it in? Is there anything more illuminating or disgusting?

"Your Highness, you know, this topic is delicate"

"What? Sago loves Cabraggi, Cabraggi loves Sago, right? Why aren't you married?

"No, you know,"

"Hey, why?

Hawawawawawawawawawawah.

Your Highness Lou's innocent mouth blow will pierce my heart!

Mr. Tsuki stares at me with a meaningful smile.

No, I'll take care of it, Your Highness.

The person to marry is Mr. Tsuki, Mr. Tsuki. She's the best woman in the East and West.

Don't you want to make the best proposal in the best possible situation?

That's why I'm so prepared. No. Is that an excuse? In case you get flustered, I feel confident that my soul will be crushed and scattered, sucked into the other side of the long haul and attributed to nothing.

Honestly, my current relationship is too comfortable, and I have a feeling that I'm extending it for fear of a change in my relationship, sweetening it to Mr. Tochigi, who seems to be waiting for me to propose. I am aware of myself. I told you to get married.

No, that's why I know, Your Highness.

But here's the thing, here's the thing... Taking a new step requires courage, doesn't it?

What an explanation.

To me, silently moaning the carrot with a fork, His Highness Lou stepped out, wrapped his hands around each fork, and grinned.

"If you don't marry Cabraghi, marry me!

"Huh? … Ah, no disrespect '

The truth came out of my mouth about what my little girl wanted.

I can't read the air, Your Highness. Luckily, he didn't notice the disturbance in the tone. Keep your words niggling at my hand.

'Me too, because it's time to get married. My age, I'm royal. So if you think about who you want, I think you want the sago, right? Sago loves Cabraggi, so I thought, "I'm not getting married," which means you don't love her, right? Hey, marry me! I love Sago. Sago loves me too, doesn't he?

Her Royal Highness's brown hair, which receives a tiara, shakes sarally and a clear blue eye peeks straight into my eyes.

The good smell of perfume tickled my nose and the softness and warmth of my gripped hands came directly through. I think I've heard the word love for a year in thirty seconds.

............ but not surprisingly thrilling.

I can even afford to calmly analyze why I'm not thrilled.

First of all, Her Highness Lou is a beautiful girl with no complaints about her beauty combined with her status as queen, but no matter how much she appreciates the presence of Mr. Tsuki next door.

The other thing is that I only feel the kind of nuance that children say to their families from the word "love" that His Highness Lou says. I love you. I say I love you, but when I grow up, I'll be cool with my old man! 'I would only think about it. There is no distinction between love (love) and like (like).

I held my hand back to try and put my lips closer to my lips, but His Highness is strangely neat.

Mmm! I knew this was a child!

His Highness Lou is an elementary school student. I knew.

"Sasuke, could you give me a minute with that kiss?"

"What... No, it's nothing like that."

Mr. Tsuki slowly peeled off my hand and that of His Royal Highness with gentle, but unspoken force, and let him sit back in the chair grasping the shoulder of His Royal Highness, who was embarking on him.

The words are calm, but my eyes aren't laughing. I'm not even laughing at my face. Frightened.

"Hey, I did say I would wait for Sasuke's proposal. But that doesn't mean waiting for another woman to steal it, does it?

"Shh, excuse me"

"Are you kidding me? You wouldn't even pretend to kiss me? I'm jealous too, right? Come on, man."

Ya, yabe. Mr. Tachigi is so angry.

I'm too afraid it's a calm voice as usual. It's still better if you yell at me.

I'm sorry, I don't understand Japanese. What are you two talking about? I'm kind of excited to talk about Naisho. "

"Your Highness."

"What?"

'Please shut up now. I am, now, very, very angry'

'Okay. Chuck in your mouth!

Out of bee!

I've never seen Mr. Tsuki like this before!

"If Sasuke's not going to say it, I'm going to say it from me. Wait a minute. I love you, Sasuke. I'll be ready to ask you to marry me."

Mr. Tsuki slammed the wine to the table and began to get his hair and clothes done when he saw himself in the lookout glass.

No, you know, you're almost done proposing at the time of the prep declaration. You're so angry and confused!

You can't. You can't do this. You're too scumbag to make them wait scattered and confess to a burning quote. Not if you're saying romantic or circumstance!

"Mr. Tsuki!

I said it before I was told.

A louder voice echoes across the lookout floor than I thought, and the chatter disappears and returns to town.

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww this is embarrassing!

All the people at the table are looking at me! Don't look at me. It's not a spectacle!

Huh? In this situation? You're telling me here?

No, I have to tell you!

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, love, love, love! Please marry me!

"Yes, delighted!

Mr. Tsuki replied to his eating mood and in an instant held him around the table and jumped at me.

I embraced Mr. Kichigi as hard as I ever could. My head seemed to do something about it. Get ready to think with a little distraction. But light if you finish it. Not long ago, it was just a few seconds of proposal.

"I like you. Please hang out with me" was a sobering proposition.

I don't have a wedding ring available.

The dialogue of the proposal I was thinking through went blank and only came up with words like bite bite shit.

In such a way that His Royal Highness would rush me, it was a proposal to leave the momentum to me.

Still, I did say.

Mr. Tsuki did nod.

Sapporo Pestle and Kichigi were to be married.