Your Highness, the Voice of Your Heart is Leaking!

"Wow, I'm just an assistant... I can't believe I'm working..."

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

To that overly sudden reaction, Zizzy recalled the list of invitees.

Luca didn't seem to care yet, but it is basically a common perception in Versia that 'nobility is something that doesn't work'.

Especially women - unless they are female principals wielding extraction on behalf of their late husbands, but if they are about Elena's age, they spend the majority of their time learning and dancing what they called bridesmaid training.

No one will work like a man first.

(Wah, I... I may have heard something rude...)

Zizie herself just casually asked, but what seemed to be 'doing the job' itself might have been disgraceful to Elena.

An awkward silence flows between them, and the shoulder-width measurement finally begins.

……

Elena's work was quick and she was very used to it.

It starts on the shoulder and often hits the arms, the distance to the elbow, the width and the edge of the measure. Each time I write down a number, and as soon as I whine something, I measure the other parts.

Zizzy, who turned into a doll, observed how Elena was doing, but even held her mouth.

(Wow... you're used to it...)

Eventually, after all the measurements, Elena breathed.

"Oh, thank you, thank you... I'll make a temporary stitch at this size once and pack the size fine while I try it on, so..."

"Okay. Thank you very much."

Along with Elena, who was silent again, Zizie came back to her original reception room.

Then there's Geisel on the couch, who wasn't there earlier, and he accidentally raises his voice.

"Sire, why are you here? You can't come today because you have plans..."

"We've got a little time. That's all."

Geisel, who had Luca's design painting in his hand, glanced at Tsitsy and said just that briefly.

The other men seemed to have a reputation for 'coming to see you even in a few moments, my beloved wife, Your Majesty the Emperor', but the truth of the matter seems a little different.

'Oh, good... I rushed to see if the designer was letting him measure because he said he was a man... was he bringing someone else?'

(Your Majesty…)

What was an unexpectedly small reason to stay down in Geisel's honor.

Then today's meeting was over by the time I decided to schedule my next try on. As she leaves the room, Luca mutters to say so.

"Will His Majesty be at the party next week?

"Oh."

"That was good. We are looking forward to seeing you as we plan to show our faces."

After the Ritual Chiefs were gone, Zizzy looked back at Geisel.

"Your Majesty, what's a party?

"Sorry, you hadn't told him yet. Actually, it's the Duke's house next week..."

So Geisel frowned slightly.

"I thought I'd say no, but I'm also an invitee to the ceremony. I can't let this one get out of hand."

In the royal position, in addition to his usual official duties, this is how the only thing comes into play on the day off.

This still looks like Geisel is squeezing quite a few, but apparently not the same person this time around.

"It's tough..."

"Oh. So sorry, but keep your plans open."

The landing spot of the story got lost and Tsitsy tilted her neck for a moment. But as soon as I realized what Geisel meant, I asked him again.

"Or maybe... even if you don't, me, too..."

"? Naturally."

(Oh, right...)

Long after his marriage, Zizie, who spent more than half of that time traveling with Snow Mountain, has been unrelated to these events since the unveiling ceremony.

However, if you think about it carefully, a party with a high format will naturally be required to participate with a partner.

(Heh, Your Majesty is with us, so we have to be free of coarse phases...!

You noticed Zizzy, who had a small mouth count as soon as possible, and Geisel gently put his hand on Zizzy's head. Continue to say it's okay with a slow stroke.

"I'm by your side."

"Your Majesty..."

My chest warms up unexpectedly that you noticed Zizzy's anxiety. But at the same time, Zizie raised anxiety in front of Geisel, who had poured in.

'I really don't even want to take you... I don't care if the other guys who realize how wonderful Zizzy is so adorable come with their hands... But it's also an opportunity to let people know that Zizzy is my wife... Well, if I'm around, you can secretly beat the shit out of the venue, and let Van and Randy root for you. "

"Ya, looking forward to it! Party!"

If we continue any further, Geisel's inner Geisel is likely to leak out, Zizzy hastily broke the word off.

And party night.

It was Glenn Foster, the owner of the Duke of Calida family, who welcomed the Zizies out of the carriage.

Next door is also the figure of Sarah Foster, the lady.

"Welcome today, Your Majesty."

"Lord Calida. Thank you for the welcome."

"There is no such thing. Her Royal Highness is in a good mood."

Even though he was a Duke, Glenn was a very polite figure of his waist.

Hair with mixed gray hair is well caressed and swallow tail clothes are made to fit your body shape. The slightly plump Mrs. Sarah is a combination of pearls in a dark green evening dress.

Stepping into the garden with the party's organizers, the visitors who were at the venue turned to the Tsitsies at the same time.

Zizzy mourns in her heart before the eyes of curiosity and interest she bathes in for a long time.

(Ugh,... I knew I'd be nervous...)

Tonight Zizzy was dressed in a deep red dress.

Designed with a wide open collar from clavicle to shoulder, with a neat view of upper body.

The skirt was also naturally lowered to avoid swelling, with two sides and a black satin interwoven behind.

The thin neck also shines with a Star Ruby neckline embedded with six stars.

Next to it, Geisel, also dressed in a costume for the night club, was a truly simple outfit: a silver ornament on a pitch-black evening coat and a white shirt.

However, in the absence of extra decoration, the balance of Geisel's long legs and small face is clearly emphasized.

There was a deep red pocket chief peeking at his chest, the same as Zizzy's dress.