"Your Highness, you don't have to have this."

"No, because the misfortune of folk grass counts as the misfortune of royalty."

"That's a motto. Dimensions, I guess. Aforism."

The two of you won't let go of the bowl. Why are we fighting? You're not close? I wonder if I might know myself. The two pull each other a muggle bowl. Fall back or glance forward like a drag. Oh, I wonder what kind of development that is. It's kind of discord. Misconduct doesn't have to be contested over such trivialities. I'd like to ask for an adult response not to get involved or something......

"Your Royal Highness, I wonder if such a will is better, because it is a dignitary of a nation. Isn't it a virtue to take a step back? Aesthetics isn't bad."