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01 Fouta is with the maid!

― ― The imperial castle, the hall of sight.

On this day, a major event was held in King's Landing.

Visit of the Emperor's Fifth Prince - The reason for this is rumours of engagement with Princess Lilac.

Rumors are effective enough just to be there.

The former president of the Chamber of Commerce, who actually used it properly, arbitrarily mowed up only the topicality and sold all the Empire's products here and there at an appropriate discount.

Her idea of choosing a discount, regardless of whether it was a way to raise the price or a way to choose, was to put it aside for now.

In fact, the Olba Chamber of Commerce carried out the wholesale work of the caravan that came from the Empire, and there were no complaints from other chambers.

It was about the ingenuity of passing on all responsibility for Beatrice M. Olba's death and the cornerstone of the power of the Olba Chamber of Commerce.

Besides, the royal castle is in the marquee.

At the centre of the conversation, where the distinguished nobles finished their greetings - the fifth prince, along with the old man behind him, confronted the king with prestige.

"Thank you for inviting me this time."

"No, no, this is it. Thank you for being so far away."

His Majesty the King, who nodded graciously, was in fact somehow tired.

I don't know.

A business that never teamed up with one of the factions to push the other side failed. It is difficult to say that diplomacy has succeeded, and the trust of subordinates is already weak.

Fortunately, it seems that my daughter still believes in herself.

But I can't let her down any more than I thought she would become a noble minister in the reign.

The King was exhausted from those efforts.

- And that's why.

"My dear guest was a Colosseum gladiator."

What kind of place is Colosseum? I was very interested in telling the bedtime story - I'm sure the impact was strong today. "

I often remembered that story popping up.

A bedtime story. I asked the other person in a big hurry because it was a bedtime story.

But she just keeps quiet. And don't open your mouth, worrying about Lilac. Most of them were unfamiliar.

--This is a sketch showing the power relationship between the current princess and the king.

If your reign is in jeopardy, greet your son-in-law with a solid adult.

It was the king's judgement that led to this event.

Introduce the emperor's fifth prince to Lilac, who smiles and laughs.

"It's Lilac. Say hello."

"Yes, Father."

With a beautiful thank you, Lilac turns to the young man in front.

"Princess Lilac M. Fangini. Please make sure you know him."

"This is beautiful. I'm surprised at the beautiful princess who beats the rumors. My name is Barrier Reef. Barrier Leaf F Crist. Thank you very much."

He smiled with a smile and Lilac's eyes met.

At that moment, Lilac felt something small and narrowed his eyes.

--I was hoping I could get rid of him. This prince may be troublesome. and.

--The royal castle, Huta's private room.

It's time to cool down.

Huta's breath, whispering without any concern, was faintly white.

It would be about time for the furnace that was used to be a figurine to turn around, and the cloth that can be hung on the bed and sofa will soon be thick.

There is no compromise on heat insulation, such as soft carpeting on the floor and fur on the walls.

And inside the sofa and the bed, there's a light stone warmed by heat.

"... aren't you doing anything too much?

Samui!

"It's not the cold season yet..."

Samui!

"Well... let's get out of bed for now."

Samui!

"Hmm...."

After the wooden sword masturbated, Futa turned around and looked like a girl with only her face out of his bed.

White brim on the head and soft, beautiful gold cubicle as usual.

Moreover, the maid clothes, which were also her hallmark, had no shards, and she continued to resist pulling and pulling as she wrapped around her blanket.

"If you move your body, it might warm you up a little bit.

"That's what adults always say! I don't even know about the maids!

"What protests started?

"Chamberlain Disturbance"

"I'm going to turn the country upside down....."

If it's that cold, Futa thinks.

"Do you have any maid clothes for winter or something like that?

"You thought it was always there so you could put light stones all over your clothes?

"Are you training?

It seemed sooner to say heavy stones.

"You said you'd consolidate it with fur all over your body?

"Wild?

It seemed like a design that could no longer be called a made-to-measure clothing.

"I knew it, so I could move around in bed."

"How far are you going to lie down, maid-san...."

Mmm. Then try to propose it from Futa. "

I don't know.

Put your arms together.

Made goods that don't get cold.

Originally, her clothes were not very exposed. It is still cold, so it would still require some additional elements to protect against the cold.

"Here's what I think."

Huh?

"The warmth comes out anyway. I can't help it when it's cold outside."

Hmm?

"That's why eating and drinking warm food is the best protection against the cold.

Fouta has spent two years without proper shelter.

So I'm not accustomed to it, but the wisdom I learned there would still be the size without food.

If you put on the fur, is it warm in the snowstorm? That's not the case.

However, if even the core of the body was warm, we could manage to break through the cold season by not letting it escape with fur.

And the corona murmured.

"... a maid's job while eating and drinking warm food"

Ah, yeah.

Certainly not.

Cleaning, laundry, various tasks as a caregiver for guests.

I told her to take care of it, like food and drink to keep her warm.

……

"Oh, Corona?

[]/(n, vs) peeling/

Corona, who crawled out of the blanket, trembled like a puppy as she got out of bed.

The fireplace firewood was prepared in a familiar motion, and he slipped out.

"... don't say anything."

Nevertheless, the lid that is taken away from you sweats after training.

Rather, this room is hot.

In the meantime, I decided to sweat in the shower room provided in the room.

This room, given as Huta's private room, is basically a studio.

Nevertheless, the closet for dressing is equipped with a shower room and a hotel suite.

I don't have a kitchen, but there's a girl who brings me food. I didn't need it.

Yeah, it wasn't supposed to.

Phew

It was strange warmth that Huta first felt when she took a shower and finished dressing and returned to her private room.

Speaking of which, I remembered for a while that Corona was preparing the fireplace.

"Oops!?

Rich aromatic pomodoro (tomato).

A maid's clothing that crouches with its knees in front of the fireplace.

The sound of something simmering is pleasant to hear, but the windows are closed with fur insulating curtains, leaving the room bright with only fireplace fire.

It also made me feel as if my maid was spending the night alone.

In people's rooms.

"What are you doing!?

"Hehe. There it is. The journey sky, the subtlety, the taste of pomodoro."

"Don't travel in people's rooms."

"Whoa, who is it? The maid is not suspicious, he's just a traveler. Forgive me for staying in the wilderness tonight."

"This isn't a field in the first place."

"Zuzu... hah. Well, sit down. Nice starry sky."

"Hmm....?

I had no choice but to sit next to Corona. Even though there is a little resistance to lowering your hips directly on the carpet, it has just changed.

When she sat down, she opened her own hanging pan in the fireplace and took out the warm, thick Pomodoro soup inside, which she put in a small vessel and dropped over to the fouta.

"It's warming up from the core of the bone. Forget all the hard stuff. Huh?"

"Why are you so hard boiled..."

Liuta then opened her eyes to the soup she had spoken to.

Naturally, it was surprisingly delicious.

The fine texture of the jumping onion and the aromatic Arrio flavor. And above all, the taste of the pomodoro (tomato) that wraps all of it.

As they melt together to convey warmth from the tongue to the throat and into the abdomen, they will certainly provide great peace under the cold sky.

This is the room.

What do you say?

No, it's delicious.

It's delicious, isn't it? But if you say so, I'm really angry with the happy expression from above. Shall I stroke your cheeks again?

"Let's start again tomorrow. Don't you think so?

"It's still noon."

"The heavenly stars are celebrating the maid's tomorrow."

"A sky full of stars- ahh!?

There was a lot of star graffiti on the ceiling.

There are lots of stars with their tongues rolling out.

It's a half-horror.

No, it's good.