I Am a Princess Responsible For Settling Circumstances

"Paradise in the Sky," the venue for the semi ball, walks out into its building, receiving escorts from Clifford and Sil.

If you step out like this, the tension will disappear, even if you have the guts to do the opposite!

Every walk has also created room. After the incident of encountering Master Sil, there was a time loss, but it was good to have left the castle early. There is little final delay.

Thanks to you, I can take two hands, not rush, and walk slowly.

I mean - situationally, the maiden heart remains exquisitely dull.

'Cause this is, in a way, a dreaming maiden, an admiring position! Walk with each hand taken by two unparalleled handsome men.

I feel exactly like a heroine! Now is the princess, the princess's flavor!

... as long as you divert your attention from the harsh facts that lie with Dong.

Clifford is simply in his duties as a knight of escorts, and Master Sill is only doing this as a late emergency measure, although something irregular has happened! If you erase the fact between me and you that you don't have a single piece of sweetness or anything like that from your brain!

Yeah. It's important to fool yourself!

The closer you get to the hall that is the center of the semiball, the more people, the more gaze you get. As I reopen and immerse myself in a heroine mood, I smile at the welcome people, too.

You're royally disqualified from being on the top of a Buddha in a social setting like this! Anyway, I'd make a good impression if I was laughing.

- But with me like that, on my back, there was a gradual anomaly on the side where I deposited my right hand.

Seriously, the drop is severe because no upset or tension is transmitted from Clifford on the left hand side.

As he progresses, Mr. Sil's movements are gone, and his whole body is getting stronger. Almost, going into the unnatural realm.

I don't know what to do with this......

For better or worse, Master Sil is a celebrity. The prospect of getting noticed is not a great success, but the gaze that can be directed is not always favorable.

Master Sil's position as his brother's lover. There are benefits and favors to be received for this, as well as harm and hostility. In places like semi balls, especially remarkable. Besides, I don't have a brother beside Master Sil today.

I'm the one who's here!

... I can't deny the side my brother was shielding everywhere. Perhaps even the psychology of Master Sil.

"... have you noticed the fear?

Without changing, whispering in a whisper as he grinned at his surroundings, Master Sil turned to me as he had been played.

"To my brother, do you want to run back? Still, do you mind?

Taunt. Taunt and inspire is a piece of paper, right?

"- You can't go home."

To Lord Sil's hazelnut eyes, his vitality returned. A unique social smile of nobility is shaped in the mouth that was strong, although it cannot yet be described as natural.

"Yeah, that's what I meant."

A smile blossomed all the time this time on Lord Sil's face, which opened his eyes slightly.

"Thank you"

That's the protagonist! Even though it's just beautifully shaped, the destructive power of a real smile! Level where you can fight Alec's angel smile. How horrible, Master Sil......!

Covering up the upset, I turned to shivers and forwards.

Ascend the large staircase leading to the main entrance and enter the red carpeted central passage.

In the middle of the aisle, my legs stopped.

Slightly out of breath, because we had someone walking over from the front.

At the same time, Clifford moved without sound. Left hand plush leaves.

Out in front of me so as to inhibit approaching.

"- What are you going to do?

The person questioned Clifford.

"We cannot bring anyone in possession of a weapon near His Highness without permission. - Whoever it is."

Clifford, who answered pale, has no way of pulling... a weapon? You have it?

From my big back, I'll give it a look.

The opponent - looks like a tailored courtesy dress.

He's a biological nobleman! An outfit that also feels like a nobleman.

I get the pointer, the bitter smile, floats in the other person's rightful face.

"Oh, my God. I have no intention of doing so. I'm bringing in weapons, but in self-defense. For how many minutes, in the noise. I can't get out of my mind."

"... that the Earl of Reddington has accepted?

"Naturally. Like the knight of Lord Octavia's escort, I am also an exception."

What came back to me with my mouth pinched was a grin like no other.

Wherever it is held, these are the places - no weapons are allowed in principle to be brought to the ball or quasi ball. Instead, place fully armed security at the main post on the organizer's side.

This time the 'paradise in the sky' side should be laying a carefully selected security system. Credit comes first, right?

But I don't like armed people getting mixed up from the inviting side. If I caught him thinking he was a thief because he was in possession of a weapon, he was an invitee guard, or something, to get rid of it.

Even with the guards who came with the invitees, armed people can only get in to the parking lot outside where the carriage is parked. The guards can also enter the venue themselves, but they take a physical exam and check every corner to see if they bring in anything that's likely to be a weapon.

On the contrary, however, the invitees themselves are not subject to such rigorous examination. Enough to get a carriage parked in front of the gate to see who arrives before entering the premises.

Because if an invitee is hiding a weapon, and even a scandal happens, that's like the end of his life... As for not doing so, good sense is left to the guests. That's a good theory!

Oh, and like Clifford, a knight with a royal escort is an exception. Royalty is a special treatment! To protect the royalty, knights of swordworn escorts are allowed to be present at the semi ball venue.

- If you have permission, so are the invitees.

Soon, breathless silence dominated the neighborhood.

In public, it's Clifford's job to be vigilant as to who it is if someone sneaks a weapon and inadvertently approaches the escort target.

It's just that the other person is the other person.

Swallow solitude, and your surroundings are watching over what happens. A different kind of tension was also conveyed from the right hand.

I opened my mouth.

"- Clifford. He'll be fine."

Probably!

"But... yeah"

Blue eyes look at me.

"If anyone else is suspicious, let me know. I'll be careful."

Because I live on a theory of sexuality, too! Unless it's obviously suspicious or hostile, the danger sensors probably won't work! Even if someone was an invitee and hiding a weapon, you can't spot it! If there's a warning, I'll take it and judge! Come on! Please, Clifford!

I honestly tried to catch my feelings in my eyes.

"Do as Your Highness wishes."

Clifford, drooling his head, lowered as if nothing had happened. Return to the starting position.

And on the right hand offered again, I lay my hands on top. Somehow, I'm relieved. Nature and smile come to mind. Is Clifford basic, because it doesn't work? Like this... like you feel safe?

"Treating suspicious people is hurting you. Me and Lady Octavia aren't supposed to be strangers."

An obstacle named Clifford disappeared, and the person approached.

Another misleading statement that I'm not a stranger...

"- Excuse me, Master Derek. But the knight of my escort is very good, isn't he? You realize the weapon you were hiding."

The uniquely insightful business of "submissive"? I think it makes Clifford feel good on his side. If you were an enemy, you'd be too scared.

"Just like Master Octavia, who made a name for himself with a weapon, is it?

No, you're not! The only thing I noticed was Clifford, and I wasn't at all!

What's the bother of correcting it... okay?

Stopping the princess from walking and speaking - even so, the noble young man, with his unchargeable identity and back shield, turned to me and thanked him with a graceful movement.

"- Dear Octavia. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Your son in a courtesy dress, with brown hair and black eyes. The colours that are likely to be buried together, combined with their authentic appearance and their status, are very popular with the noble lady.... also very popular from the warrant! The latter is perhaps more numerous.

- Derek Knightfellow, my brother's friend.

While my brother is perfectly superhuman, somewhat difficult to grasp, Derek has a refreshing, youth-friendly atmosphere, though not sweet. For once, I haven't known my face since childhood either, have I? Probably a pure-love aristocrat?

I heard that Master Sil arrived with me in a royal carriage, and I wonder if he felt rushed. You don't think that's possible because you're my brother's friend.

It's impossible, so I can't believe it until I see it with my own eyes. Nothing.

Shortly before Clifford stood up, the moment I saw Sil walking around my right hand, Derek's, high-ranking nobleman's, standard approximate look on anyone, was so crumbling.

Except that look was like, "Are you serious? Give me a break." It looked like... um, I'm not sure.

Derek is your uncle's son, and while he is a facial acquaintance since childhood, he only knows each other, or what?

"Yeah, it's been a while."

Just try to respond with a smile and peek at the trends.

But was that look disfigured for a moment? The inside of Derek's expression is no longer on the table. That's the next Duke. Abdominal arts are a treat. In all seriousness, you should want to speak to Master Sil first. Yet there is no pull around giving priority to greeting me, the princess.

Even though he's a sophisticated aristocratic invitee from anywhere, he actually hides his weapon.

As far as asking how Master Shill got out of his brother, I'm pretty sure he's on this Derek, Mr. Shill's side... even for me, subtle.

No, I don't think you're just about to slash me or anything, do you? That's why I asked Clifford to step back, too, right?

- People who support Lord Sil and his brother have in common that they mostly want to smoke me!

Don't be alarmed.

"Can I help you?

In preparation for an advanced mouth blow that might be rolled out of Derek, I was ready to intercept in my mind. If you're coming, come!... If you don't want to come, that's fine!

"Yes. I picked you up on behalf of His Highness Celius. I wondered what would happen when the Octavian knights held me back."

Clifford flushed the added sarcasm with no expression.

"- Would you give me the honor of accompanying you all the way to the hall? Dear Octavia,"

Here comes a mouth shot from a strange direction.

Even people who were witnessing the confrontation between me and Derek said, "Huh? ♪ There's an air ♪ And yet, only the person I said, a fine face.

"... my brother's?

"Oh, you forgot"

I forgot!

"Once upon a time I remember His Highness Selius escorting Lady Octavia"

Forget about that?

"... that's a story I miss."

When I was discovered dancing so poorly, my brother was doing my escort. As is customary, the knight of the escort begins to undertake…. After Alec grew up, Alec became my escort officer at the ball.

"From His Highness Celius at the time, the fold of his absence has received his life so that I may represent him at the semi ball. Over time, today, we finally have a chance to play the big part."

Derek made me show off the laughter of the synagogue. Put your hands on your chest and meet.

You're lying from what you said! You're lying, but that's exactly what you are.

Vividly, it takes people's eyes.

"Please, let me represent you, brother."

...... I refuse!

Ah. Comrade found.

A combination of three: two handsome young men of nobility, one beautiful young lady dressed up. So-called child-familiar relationships?

Normally, a place where two young people scatter sparks of love around a courtier.

This is what happens in the Esphere!

The two young men seemed both one-sided, and the red-haired lady caught between them said, "Just stick together! But I don't want to get along!" with her eyes like a dead fish, a drawn vain laugh......!

I want to be friends with her.

- Those two look like they're in the middle of a blue youth.

Derek said he saw where I was going to put my thermal gaze.

"... you're familiar with it"

"Information is important. I can't insult you for talking about love. That love can be one end of a big change."

"Oh. Is Master Derek in love, too?

"Hate, you have nothing to do with love"

Some audiences who were listening to that statement are shaking with joy.

- Why am I having this conversation with Derek?

I refuse! That can't be said.

My escort role has increased to three!

One of the friendly appeals is to make such an invitation in front of the public.

If you don't want to emphasize that you're unfriendly, it's polite not to say no.

Derek is the next Duke and a friend of his brother's. There's nothing wrong with inviting me in a position...! Besides, regardless of the authenticity, when they bring it up to such an old story with a brother tangle......!

If you refuse, it's like hustling that Derek, as well as my brother, are friends of the dog monkeys. The fact that I was an invitation in a state escorted by Master Sil is also too effective if I refuse.

In short, at the time of the invitation, the answer is an acceptance.

When all three of them, there's only one left to keep their hands on. Handsome maneuvers change on both hands. Anomalously, he just walked while being consolidated next to each other.

... Something seems to be being escorted. The princess was distracted!

Clifford unchanged on the left. On the right is Derek and Sil in order, in his capacity, Sil on the outside. Derek takes precedence when he is the eldest son of the Duke family and the third son of the Baron family.

It should be noted that we are walking together in response to an appeal of friendship, so we may have to create a nasty atmosphere on the road as we head to the hall!

But Master Sil reads the air and shuts up, and Clifford is not the type of person I'd talk to or open my mouth to if I didn't have to.

After all, it's me and Derek's role to talk.

We have a conversation with each other to make them listen around, with the kind of grin we paste on our faces.

"Master Octavia's outfit today doesn't seem very interesting."

"Oh, I'm so glad you noticed."

He seems to know it over there, and all the topics he shakes are nonchalant.

What you should be most concerned about.

Master Sil and I haven't touched why we were together. There are too many people and attention to talk about here, so naturally so. I mean, since Derek joined us, the number of gaze has even increased! People who seem to have traveled all the way to see us. The side of the aisle is crowded.

That's Derek Knightfellow, a superb single property! Nothing to do with love, that is, I saw even more value jump in the free declaration! Speaking of superb properties, Clifford is also being sent a very hot gaze by men and women. Because of one act with Derek. "Knight!" and the exuberance as if oil had been poured into the fire that was burning......!

Master Shill also had a feverish glance from a part (a man) who said that he was his brother's lover and couldn't even put up with it, even though he had a raw smile on him...!

... against me?

Yeah. Like this, I wonder if you feel a fierce gaze from the opposite sex, like against a lover enemy! I hope it's an illusion! I believe it may be too intense a love affair for me!

"I just want to say I'll keep it as a compliment... but no one will notice. It's so different from what Octavia has always dressed like."

"Everything needs to change, right? From Derek's point of view, how am I?

"You will be blinded. It suits you.... scary enough"

... What's scary about it? Praised? Deemed?

When I was talking to Derek, this is what it was like to have a conversation with a nobleman... it hurts!

I decided to laugh all the time wanting to ask questions, hehe.

I guess it's time not to talk from me either......

It's a common topic I can do with Derek and I don't think I need to use my head...... Flashed!

It's my uncle!

"Dear Derek. How is the Duke of Nightfellow?

My voice also plays naturally.

"It's Kensei. Killing him isn't going to kill him."

"Kill me, but it's not calm."

"Please understand that that means you're fine. Anyway, it's enough to take the initiative and sneak up on the daily cleaning."

Cleaning.

"If you're a duke, you'll be cleaning in this venue."

"- As far as I'm concerned, I'd rather not."

"But it sounds like the Duke, doesn't it?

Uncle, you're a beautiful lover, unusual for a nobleman, someone who cleans himself or something! "It's best to do it yourself. I really can't get to the point where I leave it to others. Sometimes we discover a nest that was missed". I'm a common gut in my previous life, and I start cleaning rooms and stuff, so here's the point of empathy!

"I look forward to seeing you."

My primary purpose is Lust Byrne. It's about finding a lord to take on my (disguised) lover, but I haven't forgotten to meet my uncle. If my uncle was single and twenty more...... ten years younger! I would definitely have gone to ask for the role of lover...... Yeah, even if it's not a role - no! What I liked was my uncle loving the Duchess......!

"... My father seems to be a big favorite, as always, for Oktavia."

Is this unwilling to hide, Derek's voice was mixed with something somewhat frightening? I don't have a heart or even have a "bad taste" vibe. It's lamentable......! He's my real son, but I don't know. You have no idea, Derek Knightfellow!

"Something wonderful. Not for granted?

Because of his loving wife's family, it is his uncle who shines like a diamond in the noble society of this Esphere at once. It's the Duke of Nightfellow! I also like cleaning, from a previous life's point of view, it means it's homely! Negative as a nobleman, but a plus point for me!

"If you're going to be my husband, I'm sure you'd be better off like the Duke of Nightfellow."

"So is Lady Octavia's lover, like my father?

Essential Socialism of High Aristocrats. Derek, with a superb grin that didn't enlighten him inside, asked with a casual bare gesture.

"Well......"

All of a sudden I got an exploration into my lover! The assassin! The only thing that came out was "well..." I felt I was at a disadvantage even though I was connected to a good feeling on the subject of my uncle. I need to get back on my feet! What shall I give back...

Try to buy time by blunting your face with a fan.

By doing so, you can also see the reaction of people nearby to "Black Fan," using fan-rev bird wings. By the way, Master Sil, 'Black Fan', was perfectly fine. It wasn't even the wind pretending to be okay. Better not worry about superstition? Likely to be able to preach the virtues of Lev bird wings to Master Sil as well!

How about Derek? Even if the 'black fan' moving at close range is in sight, consistently negative emotions haven't even floated with fine dust, but this one might be the gift of socialism.... tough!

"... you're ears early. I can't believe you knew I had a lover. Did Derek come from your brother?

It's only been two days, right? There's no phone, no internet, no e-mail.

Derek shook his head before anything happened.

"You don't have to ask Her Royal Highness Celius. Among the nobles of the King's capital, the stranger is no longer in the minority. - No matter the faction."

Oh, so much? Stunning. P, the pressure...?

"Everyone is interested in Master Octavia's yet to see lover. Since Lady Octavia was suddenly decided to attend, it was at this quasi-discipline that some would expect her lover to show up."

Too bad! It's a little scratchy! (disguised) could be a lover. Lust shows up! Should be.

"Interesting Things"

If you're other HR, I'm also like, "Who is it? I'm intrigued! Adjust the position of the spreading fan and cover up the likely Princess Smile.

"... what person does Derek say is my lover?

Yeah. Looks like the hurdles are up, and I'll take Derek's opinion as a high-ranking noble representative to see what kind of lover would convince the outfield. It could also be a tip to avoid the exception that Father was talking about.

View Derek with anticipation. But Derek shook his head.

"Unfortunately, I can't imagine at all when I do. I think that's why everyone wants to know, Master Octavia."

"... that's not an interesting answer."

Disappointment. You're about to tip me off some more lover statues......!

"I'd be in trouble if you didn't take me more seriously."

"If you want fun, how about this? That's what my 'friend' was saying -"

Derek turned to the truth. The atmosphere of the good youth breeze is misty.

"Master Octavia doesn't have a lover in the first place"

To the heart, too bad.

Ridiculous! Big right!

The friend, who? Who is it?... Wait. At times like this, 'friends' can be about themselves! What do you mean, Derek suspects me? Are you seeing through that I made a statement with a counter-consciousness and a lover?

But upset here is like affirming!

I asked for the help of a fan while smiling so that they wouldn't understand that my heart was actually bugging when I was told the truth.

"- Dear Derek, I would like you to tell that 'friend': Please, look forward to the day of the show. No, but you'll know who my lover is that day."

I hope you know...... You know what I mean, right? I'm the one in the future working hard for you, aren't I? On that day, there must be a (disguised) lover standing beside me!

"Shall I tell my 'friends' as such?"

"Yep. I'd love to, like that"

Smile. Damn. I'm tired of talking to Derek. Hurry up to the hall!

At the entrance to the hall, one dressed lady was waiting.

Sleek limbs are wrapped in a simple, fresh green long dress with a complex knotted veil of red copper hair. The bright red lips are not strange and poisonous, they look elegant.

She is Rosa Reddington. Organizer, Countess, the person.

"His Highness Octavia. Welcome to my quasi ball today. Thank you for waiting."

Pinch the long dress, lift it slightly, and the Earl of Reddington folds his hips deep. The trick is sophisticated and very beautiful.

"Thank you for inviting us."

Each other's greetings end. If it's normal flow, it's supposed to take the form of going straight to the hall with Count Reddington, but she's sitting on the spot.

"- If you don't mind."

Count Reddington's gaze was thrown at Chirali and Master Sil for some reason.

...... hmm?

"If you don't mind, before you go to the hall, would you give me some time to talk to Your Highness? Three of your lords are escorting you."

This...!

My sixth sense, which is usually of little use, worked.

I have a bad feeling...!