Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

"No, that. What do you say......"

"Well, he's unclear... I'd like to stick him down"

"No, I would say… of the Third Prince of our country… I thought it must be Calcirasto…"

The rushing, eye-popping old lady stared at Master Calcirust.

"Yes, well. I would do something... disrespectful."

"No, never mind. What am I..."

The old lady pointing at the chief.

"You! Don't call the soldiers! I'll be in the ropes!

"No, no, please stop! I won't ask."

"Are you sure? It's a luggage locker, right?

"Absolutely fine. I don't care about details."

"Ha-ha-ha. I liked it. You're a prince of a country."