Tilea’s Worries

Tim gives me an order for an absolute complete meal.

I'll never bend over your sister, Tim. I might be forced to eat you like a geese.

Mm, I can't. Absolutely not. If I eat any more, it spills out of a hole called a hole. I'll spit it all out.

Give me a break...... I see Tim in tears.

No, you can't. Tim, my face is smiling... but when I left it, I killed him, and he let go of his killing temper with his eyes.

Ugh, what do I do? The treat that seemed so heavenly also now looks like a full course of hell.

"Teemu! Damn you're a bad boy. Mires, you're not gonna get me in trouble!

When I was struck by despair, Mr. Tyrea glanced over Tim's cheek.

Was it saved?

"Don't you have to eat all that?

"Oh, it's okay. Fine. The rest will be eaten by all the employees. Don't push me."

"Good. It's just a full stomach."

"Oh well. But after this, I have dessert and tea, what do we do? If you're hungry..."

"I'm coming!

Dessert is another belly. I love sweet things. In particular, I am very interested in matcha ice cream, which Mr Tyrea explained to me. I thought I was so full, I felt a little hungry.

Then, dessert was carried.

Is this matcha ice cream? It is young grass coloured and smells good with tea leaves. And then it's shaky. I wonder if he was cooling with ice magic. Soothing and delicious.

Snooze with a spoon, take a bite.

Sweet! It's so sweet and delicious!!

Elegant sweetness that stains the tongue. It's not just sweet. Somehow, there is sweetness that pushed me through as far as climbing up into the heavens.

Sweet things don't have eyes, I assure you. No more delicious treats. Take every bite, eat tight.

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Phew ~ Dreamy time is over.

Complete dessert and stomach. I'm full. No more, not even sweet ones.

After hitting the finish for a while, a butler-style man, who seemed to have a good moustache, brought tea. I guess Mr. Nielzen, an employee.

"I brought you some tea"

With that said, Mr. Nielzen gracefully brews his tea. Skillfully moves Caddy Spoon and shrugs tea leaves. Until the tea flows from the pot, there is no wasted movement. I know because I'm noble, too. One trick. Very top-notch. This is more of a butler than an employee. It's the perfect butler. No wonder they say he's the deacon of a high nobility.

"Well, it feels like someone who can do something."

Talk pompous to Tim, who is having tea face-to-face. I was looking at Mr. Nielzen and he got out of his mouth naturally.

"Naturally. Nielsen is my right arm."

Tim is somewhere proud. Mmm, wow. I can't believe Tim complimented anyone but your sister. That's what dry Tim says. Mr. Nielzen, I wonder how capable he is.

Yeah, he looks dandy, and he looks educated. Mr. Nielzen is also an aristocrat (...) I guess. By the way, I no longer think of Mr. Tirrea and the others as common people.

There is absolutely no ordinary person who can easily host all this dinner. Both dishes and condiments are super first-class. How much it would have cost just for today's dinner party.

Dinner parties like this...... cannot be held in ordinary aristocracy. Even high-ranking nobles are very few. Mr. Tyrea and the others already think of themselves as people who have fallen from the East.

I've been amazingly pissed off before when Tim asked me if I was from the Royal Arkdas Brink. It's like, don't be with such a dicky royal. In short, she must have been the princess of a huge nation incomparable to the Arkdas royal family. I wonder if Tim's normal attendance at school is also to settle down in the land or something like that.

If you think about it, Tsujitsu fits.

I haven't revealed my identity because I've lost and fallen in a political battle. So, Mr. Tyrea says he's from a common man or something. Well, that's a cool excuse too. Tim, something that has too much charisma.

There's still a reason.

① There is a deacon like Mr. Nielzen, or someone who looks like a Kingsguard.

For once, there was no such classy servant in my house with the title.

② Tim, I was used to parties.

He said he's been to fancy parties before.

③ Tim is taking control of the school.

Easily use the Count's senior Anassy with his chin. Naturally.

She is the princess of a giant nation in the East. It would be a good thing to use and obey people.

Or I had to realize at this point. You can't be a common man.

• Tim hates letting others call his name.

This is definitely an Oriental custom.

Only a very close person can make me call my real name. When others call it casual,

I've heard that it's not weird to have your neck snapped.

They say this custom is so pronounced that it has a higher profile. So Tim won't let you call his real name besides Mr. Tyrea. And maybe what makes you call Camilla is that Tim's country is a Camilla faith country.

Mr. Tyrea...... he was deceiving me by saying something about it... but it's not, is it? That's because it's an Eastern custom, isn't it? You didn't want to splurge your identity, did you?

Oh, but Mr. Tyrea usually makes me call my name...... I wonder why the prediction was wrong.

No way. The name Tyrea is a phony name?

Uh-huh, and Mr. Tyrea is a man of peace and beauty. But there is no charisma or majesty. You feel closer to the common people than the royal family.

Ha!? Is that what you mean?

Mr. Tyrea must be a bastard. Because I'm a common son, I'm not obsessed. Somewhere familiar, too, because your mother is from a commoner. Mr. Tyrea is like a mother. Your parents in Belm must also be the home of a low-status mother.

Yeah, yeah, the story's connected.

Though Mr. Tyrea and Tim were half-sisters, they got along. One day, Tim, the rightful heir, was defeated in politics and was to be chased home. He brought his sister, Tilea, and her belly-hearted men to the land in order to hide her identity and rebound. Mr. Tyrea was somewhat accustomed to it because he was a common son, but Tim wasn't. I'm sure you only learned ancient martial arts and imperial studies.

Right now, thinking about it, Tim at school seemed bored. It's like, this isn't my place. I was taking classes where I was down there, why it felt like there was a heavenly man like me. That's right. The princess of the Imperial Family brings together a large number of citizens and schoolhouses, even though there are nobles.

... I'm sure this prediction is true.

Shall I ask? No, you won't tell me the truth if I ask you straight away. Between me and Tim, I haven't built strong trust yet. Naturally.

Well, why don't you ask Tim to stay away?

"Hey, Master Camilla, Mr. Nielzen isn't just an employee, is he?

"Mires, what's with the stick?

"No, Mr. Nielzen, I feel like a great person to be able to do it, and I was wondering if it might be the Deacon, or the Kingsguard or something."

"Mm!? Dear Mires..."

Master Camilla is a little surprised.

Oh, I guess it was a failure. That's right. When I say Kingsguard or something, it's like I'm already saying I'm royal.

"Ha... sorry. Don't listen to me."

"Oh, you're right."

What!? Are you responding?

"Huh. Can you give me that information, you look like that"

"Can I tell you something?

"Huh. Your sister tells me that some information may be disclosed. Your alumni need to be honest."

Glad......

More than that, Tim didn't say anything to me. But to some extent, I can guess.

After all, Tim is someone who's a mess. Mr. Nielsen must be Tim's boyfriend.

The position is...... Deacon for the purpose I saw. However, to observe Mr. Nielzen's physical fitness and movements, I also thought that he might have some knowledge of the martial arts. I'm convinced even if they call me the Kingsguard.

Hehe, I feel no less than happy with Tim talking that far at this stage. Maybe you trust me a little.

Now I know what Mr. Tyrea said to me.

"Be Tim's friend"

Tim must have been raised to be king among kings. In such an environment, I wouldn't have had time to rest. An alluring factional feud. Royal pressure. All around us are enemies. Even with Mr. Tyrea, he was a common son, so he could hardly meet freely. I don't think I ever laughed from the bottom of my heart, even if I had a trustworthy stomach. There's no way you can be funny or friends.

And they chased the country in defeat of politics. I know it's sad, but I'm sure Mr. Tyrea wants Tim to live not as a king, but as a person, on this chance.

You can also see Tim admiring Mr. Tyrea all that much. You're the only one who can forgive your heart.

Yeah, let's do our best. In me, I may not understand the sorrow of being born with a king. Still let it support Tim's heart.