Aobara-hime no Yarinaoshi Kakumeiki

What floated behind his eyelid was the look of a horrible, terminal man who looked down to scorn.

"What's wrong? Dear Alicia,"

"No......"

To Alicia, who shuddered and held her shoulder, Chief Fourier narrowed her eyes a lot.

That man, Alicia doesn't know who the Raider is with purple eyes in his pitch-black hair.

But when I confronted that man in my previous life, I was guessing he was "noble".

If you are truly aristocratic, you might get a glimpse of yourself in the face while attending some ceremonies, or at least, if it's that noticeable look, you might get a clue.

Just remembering the man who also appeared to be the incarnation of Reaper, Alicia's white skin felt refreshed, but it was even more terrifying to leave her alone with no one else.

"I knew I'd be there tonight. Tell your father so."

"Yes?"

"" Eh. "

The unexpected offer of the princess broke the look of the chief lady, also known as the iron mask. Even behind me, Anni and Martha, who accidentally raised their voices in such a way, are shutting each other's mouths in advance.

"Could it be so surprising?... or if I suddenly reschedule, would I bother everyone?

"" "No!

The female chief and samurai, three voices overlapped brilliantly, and they looked at each other. I cough really, and Fourier opens his mouth on behalf of me.

"When and when, we are always ready so that Alicia can play the role of princess. Don't worry. However, from your mouth, this is the first time you are willing to attend…"

Though he regained his original faceless expression, an overly honest narrative tells the story of the woman chief's upset.

Indeed, until now, I have been absent from the ceremony with an excuse lined up to say that it is Ah Dhiko, for the good that the Father King will forgive me. Each time, even if the second half of the ball is absent because it is before the social debut, the chief woman has repeatedly advised me that I should attend and sell my face about the head of the ceremony.

I was just listening because it's troublesome, and I want to hear about Fourier's upset.

"I thought about it a little bit. From now on, I was wondering if I should go out to a few more public places and learn the nobles.... I don't think it's enough to cry"

"No, no. Dear Alicia, I am so grateful for this Fourier. How relieved Liz is in heaven, too"

Liz is referring to the late Queen Lisbeth of the present king, or Alicia's mother. Before becoming a woman with a room, the queen and the chief were friends.

So Fourier said, "For my best friend who died prematurely, make that daughter a fine princess!" I think it's natural flow that I took a firm oath, "but it's complicated instead when I'm delighted just to declare myself at the ceremony.

In the end, Alicia blurred in her heart that she should have been absent after all, polished by equally motivated samurai under the extraction of a strangely strained female chief.

The palace orchestra plays music, parting left and right and the nobles line up. In the middle of such a large hall, a red carpet was laid straight, and at its deepest altar, Alicia sat down a little next to the king.

"Look, Master Alicia. How cute today."

"Looks more and more like Queen Lisbeth."

"Exactly, Princess Blue Rose blooming in Heilland."

"I wonder what kind of companion King James is going to choose for such an adorable princess."

Oh, I knew it, it's a pain in the ass.

Alicia enjoyed wanting to exhale as she tried not to worry about the gaze of the nobles poured from all over the Great Hall.

My mother in my memory was a very beautiful man, always with a soft smile, gently stroking Alicia's hair as she called her dear child.

I loved that mother deeply, and therefore King James did not intend to receive his late wife, even though his son was alone in Alicia.

For this reason, the eyes the nobles turned to Alicia were much hotter than those directed to a single princess. Whatever will be Alicia's husband will soon be king of this country.

Of course, in the long history of Heilland, there was a time when the Queen ruled the country. But it was mostly irregular, with the Princess's husband being nominated as the heir to the throne or, if that did not materialize, other royalties succeeding.

Thanks to you, if Alicia turns up on official business, nobles above the Marquis will form a flock to sell their sons to us first. Even though she was exhausted by the imposition of Queen's education in the morning and evening, it was obviously a great pain to be surrounded by nobles in the way she expected.

(So, I hate official business)

It is a gift of Queen's education, around being foolish in the heart but still smiling on the surface.

By the way, although Alicia, an official hater, was to attend the ceremony until she bent her claim, the pitch-black haired man in question.

(Not here... right?

Looking down at the nobles lined up in the great hall, Alicia frowned in good shape. Gold, silver, red tea, hair color, and all that, you can't overlook the color that stands out. All the more so because you can see the hall even in the short Alicia, thanks to sitting on the altar.

I guess this just went to waste.

I didn't expect to find it in more than one shot originally, but I somehow clapped it out. It was then that I realized that I was quite nervous about being reunited with the man in question.

"Shea, are you all right?

King James looked worried into Alicia, who pulled out her shoulder and deposited herself on her back. The ministers said before that King James is like a god of blessings passed down to the East. I have never seen the God of Blessings, but I think that the character and appearance of a king who loves people, as well as being admired by ministers and people, are perfect for his calling.

"It's okay, Father. Is it time to start?

"If it gets painful along the way, you can leave."

When Alicia nodded, King James sneered and laughed, gently stroking me not to break the hair that Ani and the others tied up for me. Whether that was a signal or not, Nigel Otto, the king's lead aide, who had refrained on the side, raised his right hand.

The fanfare rang high and King James stood up to welcome his guests and spread his hands. In response, two dressed knights pulled the big hall door on both sides.

In the middle of the open entrance, on the road with the red carpet, the faces of the mission reveal themselves.

An elector from every prefectural ministry in charge of politics, several sons of leading aristocrats belonging to the King's advisory body, the chief graduate of the Royal College, the kingdom's top educational institution, and a total of 10 members of the mission.

I have only visited Aardhar for two years, and their eyes are uniformly intelligent and grand, even in these places. and Alicia froze as soon as she found one of them watching them praise her.