Tensei Oujo wa Kyou mo Hata o Tatakioru

I managed to get back to my room as soon as I promised to get the request.

I went out into the corridor with a brief greeting from the room, trying to exhale my nervous breath, and frozen as it was.

Immediately after entering the corridor, two soldiers guarding the king's bedroom and Klaus, my escort, were immediately noticed. There should be only those three people.

If you didn't expect it, go here and take a step. A marble corridor with geometric patterns makes a hard, crisp sound.

I shook myself to the sound that echoed, and I seemed to retreat. But behind it is a mahogany solid door. There is no exit.

"... Rosemary"

A voice without intonation, as if forcibly suppressed the passion, calls me.

I was determined and raised my face that was about to be lowered. The opposite is a strange-old woman with the attendant maid.

Glossy red lips that shine on white skin like snow. Cheeks with pale tint on well-formed nose bridge. The jewel-like blue eyes gaze straight at me under the eyebrows that draw lines that seem to be strong.

The fabric of the dress worn on the body is dark green high quality velvet. The chest is decorated with floral embroidery using a combination of gold and silver threads, and the cuffs are decorated with understated laces so that they are not too flashy. The platinum blonde tied with an elegant dress turned the gorgeous beauty into a sober and calm impression.

I don't think we need to count anything at this time ...

I turned my smile to her, with a big sigh in my heart.

"Good morning, mother."

At the moment, a deep wrinkle was cut between her mother's eyebrows. Wow, I want to escape.

I was hatefully overlooked and wanted to run like a rabbit, but I couldn't resist it.

The mother stops trying to open her mouth with her emotions. I was invited to come to my room because I thought the place was really bad.

Next to my father's room is my mother's room, what is torture?

This time, I want to return without turning my heels and running away. However, she couldn't do it, and quietly followed her mother.

The executioner who was brought in ... but not her mother's room was decorated with gorgeous interiors and luxurious furniture that suit her.

Splendid interior walls with a lot of stucco work, and finely carved ceilings. A large chandelier hanging from it is decorated with gold leaf and jewelry, and it hurts your eyes when you play the candlelight.

The black wood cat leg sofa has gold and silver patterns mainly in red. Mother, sitting opposite a table made of aligned cat legs, looked down at me and looked at me.

For a while, silence that stomach hurts continues.

... It's a compression interview or something, kore.

The enchanting lips, printed with crimson, slowly opened after more than thirty seconds had passed.

"What did you do in your Majesty's room?"

I felt that it was added to the ending, even though I rarely could.

Because I come and go often, I was prepared to be found and denounced someday, but I was scared more than I expected.

Because it's the beauty of my tightness, I'm so impressed that I felt like someone else.

The kings of Japan have separate bedrooms.

Anyway in a polygamous country, why is the father and mother, who have no concubines or lovers, separated bedrooms? The answer was simply decided by my father.

I do not know the reason. When I go to bed, I'm convinced that one is a better faction. Honestly, I'm not interested so I don't pry.

"I just talked a little."

I'm going to pick a bland word, but my mother's gaze is still tough. I understand that it is a guilty just to enter my father's room.

"Your Majesty is busy. Don't bother yourself."

"Yes, sorry."

Nodd obediently.

However, mother's expression does not loosen.

"Even though your Majesty is kind, it's not a good reason to bother you. Don't give up because you're a child."

"Yes"

It's been a while, but I don't think it's bad.

Well, who is it?

Is your father kind or your mother's eyes strange? Do you think it's a warm person to forgive as a child? ?

Yes, mothers should know that fathers are not people who change their attitudes considering age and gender.

But it still won't be accepted. It was my daughter who was allowed to get close to me.

"If you have a story, talk to me first.

Yes, I couldn't.

Even mother, there's no dust I'm going to allow. He was implicit in saying he wasn't close to his father.

It has always been so. There is a section in my mother where it is natural for me and Johan to hear her. We assume that it is natural for the child to obey the parent, and do not try to confirm our will.

I don't care what she thought she approached her.

"Rose Mary?"

I'm irritated by me who doesn't reply, or my mother's voice is mixed. The outer corner of the eye, which was originally hanging up, became even steeper.

I have a feeling that anger is about to explode. I think it would be safest to deceive appropriately and pretend to follow.

But my mouth betrayed that believable idea.

"Sorry, I can't do that"

"Now ... !!"

My mother opened her eyes and exclaimed.

You may not have thought that you would be rebelled straight ahead.

If you think about it, you haven't seen your face right now. I think my mother is still a five-year-old who is under house arrest. It is still an expressionless and cute little child.

I thought that I wasn't interested in me so far, and I felt like a laughing laugh. If you think about it, I hate to be in contact with my older brother, but I didn't even talk out halfway.

I don't really care about this person except my father.

I can't hate this folly, but I don't wanna emulate. I felt blood around the blind, and my head got a little cold.

Be careful not to step on the track ...

"Rosemary ... do you know what you are saying?"

"Yes, mother"

I nodded clearly at my mother, holding her trembling hands, in anger of passing anger.

There is something to be done, and the deadline is approaching steadily. There is no time to stop in such a place.

If you want to stop standing, do so. Because I will go over without permission.

"I'm in the room with my father's permission. Even my mother can't overturn it."

"!! you"

"If it's annoying, my father will ask me directly. I will not refrain until then. I will only do what I need to do."

I know I'm selling quarrels, but I'm not willing to drop if I come here.

I'll be going to my father's room many times over the next two years. I couldn't do anything because I was disturbed each time.

"Rose Mary ..."

I was called out, crawling up from the bottom of the ground, but I said what I wanted to say, and I stood up to escape.

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