Your Highness, the Voice of Your Heart is Leaking!

That night, Zizzy was encouraging her to read in her master bedroom bed. Geisel, who was on the inspection until yesterday, came back, so it's the first time a couple of couples haven't spent in a long time.

But even while Geisel was taking off his jacket, Zizzy was eager to read the book, eventually closing the page with Pathan.

"After all, is it difficult for aristocratic women to work..."

"What the sudden"

Geisel sat down to the edge of the bed looking at Zizzy, who was rarely wrinkled between her eyebrows. Ruffled outfit ready for bed.

"No, the... I thought that even if I did the same job, just being a man and a woman would change my impression... sometimes I could be seen with an unusual eye"

"You do have that. Not to mention if you're noble, many people hate the labor itself"

"Right..."

My native country, Rathy, was a small country in itself, so many people, even aristocrats, were doing business. I feel that my sisters, who were royal, were also invited by models and so on.

It's not just Lassie. Even in Isilis, all the women worked. Because if we don't, we can't get past that tough winter.

(Is it because Versia is a rich country......)

Of course, as the word "suitable material" suggests, there is a disorientation. But Elena's talent is' cause she's a woman ', and it shouldn't be the kind of thing that gets in the way.

Geisel tilted her neck gently as she noticed a twitsy worrying about something.

"You want to work?

"Oh, no, of course I'm going to do my best as queen!... I just wish I could work more freely, noble or female..."

Geisel then puts his legs together and hands on his mouth to think of something.

"That's what I was thinking."

"Huh?"

"Until now, the territory has expanded as long as we have increased our warfare. But if we move forward with my policy, more nobles will not be able to walk away from their local income alone."

If the territory does not extend any further, we will not earn more than we do now. But after generations, the land is divided by inheritance and so on.

Of course, there's a way to let your oldest son inherit, but it's not without risk.

"To compensate for that, develop the domestic economy and start a business - ideally the Hordes would rise up as the head of it, but all the guys who don't want to let go of the peace they've had so far"

"It's hard to start something new..."

"Oh. Soon, we'll have to figure out how to find the royal palace."

According to Geisel, the Royal Palace is now moved by the leading nobles of each region. In some cases, the Lord will go to the house immediately, or the second or third son will take office, but basically there are only men and none of the women.

But Tsitsy inquired.

"Is it okay for a woman to get involved in politics..."

"Surely many people won't be more comfortable than ever organized by men alone. But if you're a competent person, I think you should open the door, regardless of gender."

In that word of Geisel, Zizie thought of Versia in the far future.

Industry is flourishing more than it is now, trade is progressing and both men and women work equally. The whole city is more vibrant than it is now, and women who work in the royal palace also show up. It is not the usurpation of territory or the usurpation of rights, but the search for value in each other's cultures and technologies.

An uncontested and peaceful world - at the edge of its phantom, Tsitsy had found Elena laughing.

(If this country changes, could Elena also make dresses in her own name...)

But Zizzy quickly dropped her shoulder. Geisel's portrait of the future is neither an ideal nor an ideal for Zizzy.

But it must take a long time to achieve that. We also need a lot of collaborators, understanding people. I just appealed to the Versian nobles today to see how much endorsement they get. Not very much, but not in time for Geisel's.

Tsitsy was dismayed that it would take a lot of time to get rid of the consciousness and concepts that stained people.

Then you noticed the shady look on Zizzy's face, and Geisel softly put his hand on his head. It strokes me as if it's comforting.

"Bad. I didn't mean to let you talk like this"

"Yes, no! I want to hear more. What His Majesty wants to do with this country"

"... you're changing"

Next time, Geisel smiled and slowly stood up, turning the blanket and sliding her body next to Zizzy.

As soon as Geisel's body temperature approaches, Zizzy subtly hides her face with the book she had. But not to say it was out of the way, but Geisel pulled out the book, and Zizzy lost her ability to defend herself.

I lie down wondering if they held me as I was, and Zizzy fits softly in Geisel's arms, as usual. Come on, I just want to get used to this posture, but I get really nervous when I get in front of my beauty over my dark hair.

(If you at least cross your back, you won't have to look directly at His Majesty's face...)

Geisel was stroking her busty Twizzy hair to love, but eventually she raised her mouth angle wildly, trying to peek in.