To Be a Power in the Shadows!
frigid women, cheap women and happy women.
I don't like it. Alexia shrugged like that in her heart.
She watched the opening ceremony of The Trial of the Goddess begin from the VIP table. It's nutmeg, Alexia and Rose in turn who sit in the VIP table. There are still many guests in the back row, but the main ones are these three. I can see the soul and guts trying to attract guests at the beauty house clearly, but that would be good.
There are two things Alexia doesn't like.
First, the first. I don't like Nelson, the archbishop's deputy, who currently greets him greatly in the heart of the venue. I talked to him about the murder of the Archbishop yesterday, but he refused to investigate the incident.
It was the beginning of Nelson's fall asleep that this story was over because the auditee was dead. You'll need more investigation because the subject is dead. Bogus, Alexia wrapped it in Oblate and said, "Nelson, if you're going to investigate, get permission again. It was a strain.
It takes three days to get back to the King's Capital in a hurry, then a week early to get permission, three days to get back to Lindblum, and a few days for Nelson to accept the permit. Alexia sees that it depends on his mood but he'll be waiting a week. Naturally, the evidence that matters even when you're taking that time is in the dark.
I can't let Alexia pass by as the representative of the country. The ecclesiastical religion is not the only religion in this country, but is believed in the surrounding countries. If Alexia is forced through here, she could be under pressure from the surrounding countries, and above all, she loses popular support. It is convenient to side with religion, but it is extremely troublesome to make it an enemy.
Staring at the archbishop's surrogate Nelson speaking at Norinoli, Alexia shrugged in her heart with baldness in a bit of mourning. Though the Archbishop's death is still generally laid low. By the way, Nelson is bald.
Alexia sighs and looks sideways at Dr. Nutmeg sitting next to her left.
The second thing I don't like is this nut. Nutmeg sits behaving next to Alexia and responds with a smile to the crowd's cheers. She adds love to her beautiful silver hair, her cat-like blue eyes, and her sobbing face.
Nutmeg is popular with its beautiful appearance and behavior, courtesy of smiling hands in perfect work.
Alexia nodded at the look of it. Hey, I was looking at it.
I don't know if she's one genius novelist a thousand years, but Alexia didn't even know her name until today. Sometimes Alexia has no interest in literature in the first place, but she is still famous for being a princess. That means the nuts are supposed to be newcomers who have only recently come out.
Newbie and this piercing, stand-up behavior, popularity, however frigid.
This is not jealousy. If I dare say so, I hate my own people. Alexia also behaves perfectly in front of the people. He has pushed and killed his inner self and played and lived the perfect princess. What stands above is big and small and plays its part, but few people kill themselves and play perfection. And the more people who are killing themselves, the more black the market dictates.
"Thank you for your support"
and Alexia tongued in her mouth when she saw the nuts responding to the people.
The cat's voice makes me sick. Its excessively open chest bruises. Don't look at the valley in front of me, you fucking bitch. Don't be capricious.
Alexia waved at the folks with a better smile than usual, rumbling in her mind like that.
But obviously the folk's reaction is worse than when they were nuts. Alexia let her cheeks pull for a moment and put her arms together. It feels like putting your arms together and lifting your chest, just a little bit forward.
Democracy cheered just a little louder. Just a little.
I convince myself, well, you can't help it because it's clothes with no open chest, and I sit in a chair.
When I looked next to Chirali and right, Rose was smiling with a happy face. She's been doing this all morning.
And just in case, Chirali and I turned our gaze to our left neighbor.
At that moment, Alexia saw.
The nuts caught one cheek and laughed.
Butch, and there was a sound of something hanging up in Alexia's mind.
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I don't like it.Beta shrugged in her mind as she played the novelist nutmeg.
The only thing I don't like is Alexia Midgal sitting next to me on the right. This woman is a princess and a pest approaching her beloved Lord, using her position as an alumni.
How frigid this woman is to behave as the ideal princess, mesmerized by the folks with a spooky cat whisper and a frigid smile. It is usually decided that the back of it is blacker only for women like this who behave perfectly. I don't even think the beloved Lord will catch on to such a cheap woman, but sometimes just in case.
Even if not, this woman is an unworthy interrupter of The Shadow-like War Book, which Beta writes.
When I heard that Master Shadow rescued this woman in the Princess kidnapping, Beta had a boiling bowel thought. The role was not mine, but the fact that such a cheap woman annoyed Master Shadow. I'm not jealous.
Beta wrote a silver-haired, blue-eyed, crying, cute elf about the role saved by Shadow-like in order to put that anger away, and read it over and over again and overnight just for the occasion.
But if this cheap woman were to show up in The Complete Shadow-like Journal of War in the future, it would be a fussy situation. Why is such a cheap woman so obnoxious when she is winning all her abilities, beauty, and thoughts of the Lord? Heh, don't be ridiculous.
Beta repeated vice to this cheap princess in her heart, responding semi-automatically to the voices of the people.
And when you look next door to Chirali, is it true that this cheap princess is accentuating her cheap breasts and charming the people?
Oh, that's disgusting.
And its volume is clearly less than its own. Normal level.
Beta looked down at the proud voluptuous valley and said, "Pup."
Oh, hey, did you hear that?
Beta turns away and knows her well, but at that moment, a severe pain ran on Beta's right leg.
"Yikes......!?
When I screamed, there was Alexia's heel that didn't step on Beta's right foot.
Butch, and hold onto something in your heart that's about to run out, Beta says calmly.
"Dear Alexia, I'd like you to step aside..."
Alexia stepped aside looking closely at Beta as though she'd just noticed. And without apologizing, I said, "Pup."
Son of a bitch. Ahhhhhh!
and the likelihood of butigiri, Beta desperately endured with her loyalty to the beloved Lord and Shadow Garden.
Critical,.
Blood dripped from Beta's lips.
Rose had been smiling happily ever after.