Fake Cinderella

Blur and light float in the darkness.

Not so blurry, but the light that illuminates your feet is something you've seen in the basement of the Royal Palace.

(Wonder how many times I've seen it...)

Without time to take a breath in the diocese, His Highness Nadir took me underground.

I'm sure I'm not supposed to be out of the royal palace, though it's not that time limit critical, so I'd like to avoid being out there as much as possible.

(... What does this light energize?

I've always wondered, but that question has never been solved before.

Even though there is no electricity in this world, this light is very similar to fluorescent lamps and LEDs... to the light brought about by electricity- - No, it may be said that it is more like itself than similar.

I was actually going to ask His Highness, but I didn't know how to ask without using the words of the world over there, and I remained unable to ask.

Turn a glimpse to its side, which is very close by.

The side of the golden mall decorated coat that only the Holy Knights serving the Cathedral are allowed to wrap up in - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The slightly pungent look gave a different vibe, and even though it wasn't the case, it was a little awkward.

(At a time like this...)

Though the business of forming a maiden mind without it, I ask myself not what I am doing in such a situation. But I don't think I can help but think it's cool.

(I wouldn't even call it fatal, but it's natural psychology to tempt a hero who comes to help you when you're in a pinch, right?)

It is a suspension bridge effect.

Because there is plenty of favor than the original, the overall amount varies greatly when the amount of suspension bridge effect has increased from time to time.

Breathe deeply, exhale. Take a deep breath.

Hilarious in the back of the brain are the fierce bright red faces of the earlier man or his shaken fists. Then the curse that was showered - - - - - My body snapped just a little.

(... because you can't be fooling around with all this!

Breathe deeply again and get rid of the nasty footage from behind your brain.

Then, okay, I squeezed my hand and never opened my mouth to my will.

"... Dear Nadir"

"What's up? Does it hurt anywhere?

Though he cares about his feet, His Highness reacts quickly to my words.

"... no. I'm fine.... you know, I'm fine now, so I'll walk myself"

Until just now, I couldn't even get up feeling like I lost my hips, but I think I've settled down a lot. Probably fine.

"... no, it's not something I can't do here"

"No, I'm really okay now"

I've just decided to stop moving when I'm already held up.

"... Lutia. Shoes don't fit my legs either. Isn't there blood on it?... You don't have to force yourself here. You have to dance again at the Founding Fathers' Festival."

His Highness Nadir tells me with a sincere look.

"... but..."

(I just decided to walk myself!

"Lutia."

Calm, but firmly willed voice.

This probably won't make sense to me no matter what I call it.

(This is force majeure. I don't think I'm too weak!

"... ok"

I'm not making excuses to anyone, but I nodded with a small sigh.

I guess that my condition was too quiet. His Highness let his gaze wander like he was in trouble.

"... think it's for me, stay in my arms."

His Highness turns the other way and says a little faster.

(... hello, is it lit?

"... for Your Highness, is it?

"Oh.... it hurts my heart to make you walk on those feet. I'm not treating you like a child. [M]... I'm just worried"

"It's not the kind of injury you'd worry about that much, is it?

'Cause I wasn't even in pain until you told me.

(I think the thin skin that was blocking me again has peeled off, or the scabs have peeled off)

"Still.... maybe you are much weaker than you think"

"... is that right?

"Oh.... those born in Elzevelt aren't just thin lines, they're basic, they're not so sturdy.... except for the Duke."

I was aware of that even thinly myself. It's weirder not to be aware of it from the plethora of my falls here for a while. And to the last exception added, it erupted unexpectedly small.

"Oh. Well, men aren't so weak as a trend.... Probably a blood muscle. Many women are weak."

Perhaps His Highness remembered my mother. It just sounds a little nostalgic.

"Okay...... but only now. When my legs heal, I'll walk on my own."

I don't think the lack of durability has anything to do with foot injuries, but if your Highness is worried, I can't help it. But I'll keep the nails properly. Because you can't just be held up and moved all the way up ahead!

"Oh."

His Royal Highness made a good impression.

In the darkness that neither shines the light of the sun nor the light of the moon, His Highness proceeds with his feet, relying on the blurred and floating light at his feet.

If you look closely, some of the road surfaces, which are neatly maintained with stone, seem to emit light.

(Too bright for fluorescent paint or light storage paint, but too dark for fluorescent light...... hmmm, feels like an all night LED light)

Although slightly dim, I can afford to observe my surroundings because I'm not walking on my own.

(... what kind of space is that?

As soon as my eyes get used to it and I can see the vastness of this space, my doubts push me along.

"What's up?

Does His Highness not think anything of the weight to my extent, without any breath distraction quite quickly and without hesitation proceed.

"... this is the basement of Wangdu, right?

"That's right. To be precise, it falls beneath seven regions: Utria, Legalia, Safforia, Ellia, Rio, Rudilia and Malaria, called the former King's Capital.... I would have used the underground passage before when I left for Utria?

"Yes, it is, but I don't think the ceiling was this high"

"... because it was underground in the royal palace.... The basement of the Royal Palace grounds was a castle fortress during the Unified Empire. The part of the main and western palaces is the site of the largest building in the castle fortress, around which the city once spread."

"Outside the ruins of the castle fortress, the underground part of the royal palace, is the ruins of the underground city, right?

"That's right. The fortified city, this will be one of the boulevards of the underground city"

"I hear Al Greer was built on a city that sank on the ground..."

"That's right. Al Greer is said to have been made by the Founding King to be designed by Arsey-Nay and completed during the fifth generation of King Pharas"

"... they say?

"I don't think the 'city' is complete. It always continues to develop unfinished and when it is completed… it moves towards decline when that development of the city reaches its peak. This Al Glare is still expanding every year... so it's still far from complete."

(rhetoric that sounds like Your Highness, or should I say rational...)

His Royal Highness Nadir is a scholarly curiosity, although he has crossed paths. You said it yourself before, but what you don't know or want to know everything you don't know is what scholars do. And once I'm concerned, I can't help pursuing Tokoton.

I think the majority of what I think seems to be very His Highness Nadir is due to those scholarly temperaments.

(like how to use words...... and where you want so much accuracy......)

Not for everything, but very fine for some.

If you are not afraid of misunderstandings... Your Highness is a pain in the ass.

(But I like it... and that's what it is)

I like His Royal Highness not the face of His Royal Highness the Perfect King, but the face of The Unquenchable Scholar. I feel like I can see the expression of the vegetables, and I look younger somewhere. I'm glad you feel like you're forgiving me somehow.

(I really don't know if it's vegan...)

I still think I know too much about His Highness Nadir.

A year ago, I lost my memory in the winter lake in Elsevelt, so I don't even have complete memories of myself as a foundation in the first place, and I lack the knowledge and indicators to be judgment criteria.

(I know as much as I like or dislike what I eat...)

The feeding operation is going on!

A palpable, upbeat look when you eat something delicious in a corner of your head, and then a look when you're upset when you're interrupted by a quiet time. And stare at the side of His Highness in front of you.

(It doesn't change the way I feel about being here right now, and I'm not lying)

Hold your chest gently.

The only feeling behind this - this feeling - was never gone, even if I lost my memory.

(I don't just like it anymore)

Now I have a desire for exclusivity, and a strong wish.

(Yeah. I can't just hope)

Because I want to stand beside His Highness.

I'm not willing to give it to anyone at all.

That means I don't want to just be protected in my arms.

(I can't be just a child wishing anymore)

Professor Lehaier, now the late mentor, said this country is mine.

I recall His Highness's words that the development of dairy products and beekeeping flourished because I preferred to have milk and honey in my tea. Different types of milk are available in Wangdu, and cheese and other dairy products are widely produced as a by-product of this, and are being transported to Wangdu. And the honey that used to be handled in pharmacies has now become common enough to be normally bought in food stores to keep everyone's table busy.

(I hope that's how everyone can eat a lot of yummy food)

To me, I do not know the political or economic difficulties of a country called Dardinia.

But there are only a few things that can be done when it comes to enriching food.

There is not so much I can do now, the king princess whose name is almost alone.

(... but I'll probably be able to do more when I'm queen)

I squeeze my hand softly.

On the left wrist there was a bright shade of shrub of peacock green.

Jarro broke up in a hurry earlier. Way to rug, rufa, fie and realy who were to break up without exchanging words...... the faces of the children float in the back of their brains and think of Lela Adele for her help.

(Those who live in my country... those whom I should protect and guide who will be the queen of this country...)

For the first time, it became conceivable in a specific form, although it was previously vague and only known in words.

The ladies and samurai who always take care of me near me are of course also the people of my country. But since they recognize, as I do, that most nobles are in a position to protect and guide the people, they did not come with pins as a concrete example.

(I think I just figured it out a little bit when I met everyone)

That I will be Queen of Dardinia.

That I love this country.

I think I could find a thread of understanding. Maybe now, I feel like I can come up with answers to the challenges that Professor Le Haye once gave me.

(Still, very awkward stuff...)

I had just stood at that starting point.