Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

Flirting, the servants who were in front of the person walking, quietly avoiding to the edge of the hallway and kneeling.

But a young servant, dressed in a garment reminiscent of a black shadow, lifted up his voice when he saw the man's hand fall on a floor made up of white marble.

Like, the same old woman in black who was lying next to me blocks her mouth.

Aside from the central palace, there's nothing to be said in this east-wing palace.

This is the queen's palace.

Whatever his Lord does, whatever he looks like, he must not speak unless he is a samurai or a knight of the queen. If you are cute.

Since his daughter-in-law four years ago, what the person has been wearing is a gown dress in the shape of a ruein-style belt tied together. Blood dripping off his right fingertip also falls on the hem of the dress dyed dark green, creating a stain.

The red brown hair, characteristic of the Luainians, is only half untouched and flows down the raised back of the bone.

The skinny body queen, very unlikely to be in the most noble position in the country, walked away fluffy as it was.

After Queen Marianne is gone, the old woman relieves herself and takes her hands off the mouth of a young servant.

"Ha, I'm surprised!

"You surprised me. Even though it's not weird to get munched as soon as they think you're uncomfortable. It's a pleasure."

Why - the young servant, breathing air into his lungs, nodded to the nagging old woman.

"Um, I think it's bad. Helpful. But... surprise me."

And the young servant adds.

- I heard about you injuring your hand.

Queen Marianne occasionally injures her arm. The queen will surely feed the birds she keeps herself, but it seems that she will be stranded at that time.

So her hands are lacerated with a number of scratches.

"… seems to be particularly frequent these days"

He said it was only a minor injury before, but he didn't stop the blood from flowing these days, and he walked in the palace leaving it alone.

Then the young servant said, trembling.

"Speaking of which, a senior said he'd seen it before."

Even in the cleaning of the room, the nobles basically ignore the presence of the servants. So Queen Marianne, as always, had changed her own bait.

It's not that big of a bird to be kept, but it's a big bird basket, so I can't reach the bait box unless I get inside to my arm. Then the bird hates it, and turns to the queen.

But the queen laughs as if pain is fun.

Even if the skin is torn and the blood is flowing, he is staring at the bird that is squirming his fingers.

"It was like... giving your own blood."

…………

Why does the Queen keep doing that? Nobody knows why. The samurai will also be reprimanded if they ask why, so they will never speak.

After talking like that, seeing another nobleman take the street, the young servant and the old woman leave and move to their place of residence.

The old woman thinks as she progresses.

"Since Count Patriciere began to come frequently, Viscount Credias has not shown himself...... Although I'd like to let you know that there may be some movement on the battlefield."

Stop, she sighs.

I want to fly birds from the Wang capital, but the prince's palace is closely monitored for entry and exit, and I can't move like that very much. At best it is the mountain of Sekiyama that moves around in the royal palace dressed as a servant.

If you tried to get out of the royal palace, you would soon be exposed that you were Mabel, a princed maid of honor, because each and every one of you could change your face.

Rumors of the royal palace made it possible to hear that Evrard had attacked Ruein.

Prince Reginald is safe. Apparently, a mage appeared on the side of the border and joined the ranks.

Though relieved, I can't feel safe here. From the standpoint, Reginald must defeat the Luainian army trying to attack the King's capital.

How good would it be if you ran away, Mabel thinks. If that prince doesn't have to bear any more suffering, then let him escape to a friendly country so he can live as a knight.

But conspicuous silver hair becomes a landmark for those who go after the prince.

You would wish to throw away the Falgian royal family, which also lost its father and was sacrificed even to its mother.

So Mabel can only gather information in the hope that one day the day will come when she can be told.

This is how I came out of the prince's palace today in search of a king who had gathered troops against Luain and appointed a general to send him out, but who has since ceased to appear at all.

Perhaps the Queen and other people on the Luainian side were incarcerating him. If we can do this, we should help.... Even Mabel doesn't want to help that king if she's allowed to pinch her personal feelings.

But without the king, the queen would move the country as a proxy. In fact, various things had already begun to move as the queen was a messenger because the king was ill and stuck. Apparently there are no more soldiers gathered than expected at the mercy of a general intercepting Ruein, whom I sent out earlier thanks to him.

And since the Queen has given her permission, Count Patriciere and others, who let the Luainian army pass easily through the territory without any pursuit, have been able to enter and exit with dignity.

But looking within the royal palace for the past few days, I can't find the king. That is why Mabel came to the queen's palace.

Mabel gradually moves back as she pretends to keep cleaning.

But I don't see any suspicious places.

I enter the chapel to hide because I am exhausted, but my nobles passed nearby.

The chapel for the royal family does not enter or leave except clerics, unless rituals or the like are performed.

So after a while, Mabel went out of the chapel - and felt the smell of blood, and turned back to the chapel.

From that day on, rumors spread secretly among the servants.

The king has already been killed by the queen.

"Ugh... I'm rumored to be the queen of my husband's murder, right? I wonder if anybody's found an alley, Owen."

To Count Owen Patriciere, who has visited, Marianne says so with a smile.

She was not at all annoyed or angry at the rumor. Speaking to her as if she were some other HR, Count Patriciere tells her to look slightly obsessed.

"Also like that, scratched by beautiful fingers..."

Standing up and approaching Marianne standing by the birdcage, Count Patriciere touches her to wrap her hands around her.

But Marianne laughs when she crinkles and pulls her hand off.

"I wonder where it is beautiful. Such bones and skins, fingers, etc."

"No, you can be beautiful. It's all a result of what you've endured to this day."

Count Patriciere kneels on the spot and touches and mouths the edge of the dress.

"It's not the same as when I first met you, and you look radiant to me, Dear Marianne."

"You mean you still look like I was thirteen when I was stupid. That you're a stupid person."

Count Patriciere had looked up at Marianne with a surprisingly sincere look if Chiara had seen it, but she would not even look back at it.

I just stared at the green bird in the bird basket and kept smiling.