Tensei Oujo wa Kyou mo Hata o Tatakioru

Dressed men and women dance amusely to match the orchestra's performance.

Most of the jewellery worn by women is much larger in stone. It's a fashion of the year, but it's so funny that it shines flashy. My eyes hurt when I hit the light of a chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

Where meals are served, brightly colored confectionery is beautifully piled up like a tower for your eyes to enjoy.

The cakes arranged as if they were filling a large table remained largely untouched. The same is true of dishes that use luxury ingredients sparingly.

The gentlemen consume only wine, and the ladies tightened with corset are fascinated by chatting. Even so, there is a trend to think that eating a woman at a ball is a shame.

Tonight's cooking, as usual, seems destined to be abandoned.

There was a loud laugh in my ear as I watched the whole hall with my cold eyes.

"The navels are as dumb as ever."

My father, His Majesty King Raptor Barnabas von Merkle, is at the heart of the most noisy group in the bustling venue.

The king drinks wine every time he bathes at a party, and his face is already bright red and his feet are falling asleep. She is smiling in a good mood surrounded by a woman who is not her wife and only looks at her face. For the first time in the painting, there is no longer anger. [M]

"They don't have the courage to start a war."

"You were afraid of your brave and courageous Majesty."

"His Majesty the King of that kingdom is very beautiful. I'm sure you've never had anything heavier than a pen.

A loud laugh broke out as the naughty woman caught me laughing.

Praised for his bravery and courage, the King shook his belly, which had begun to stand out since the passage of the forties, laughing as if he were choking.

It used to be called Kensei, but how far is it true? Most of the time, the noble sons didn't lose the sword match with each other, so I guess that's about it. Because I am a stranger who doesn't even realize that it has been repeated.

"Hey, are you having fun, Julia?"

I was called by my name and raised my face.

The gentleman with a beautiful face stood in front of him.

Long dark hair tied around the neck, gentle eyes giving a gentle impression. My uncle, who has turned thirty-eight this year, remains surprisingly young because he sings about his bachelor life.

Even though there is a difference in age between brothers and teenagers, they are not similar to kings who have begun to see signs of old everywhere.

"Good afternoon, Your Highness."

"It smells like water. Call me uncle like you used to."

Carthy makes my uncle laugh bitterly.

I didn't want to say yes or no, so I returned both smiles. However, my uncle only drew on my intentions and deepened his bitter smile.

"A wall flower doesn't suit a beautiful princess like you. The men who tried to speak to you earlier seem to be holding each other back."

I know. I knew it and ran away so I couldn't speak up.

Just leave me alone and crush each other.

Well, good.

While concealing his mouth with a fan, he pretends to be laughing only around his eyes.

Having a meaningless conversation changed the songs flowing to the venue. My uncle reaches out to me like an actor on the stage.

"It's hard to run away, but can you dance a song?

"Welcome."

He pushed his heart to exhale and killed him, laying his hand on his uncle's.

Excellent stability and flowing leads. It seems that the treatment of women is handy. It is only called the most colored man in the social world.

As the ladies watched, my uncle opened his mouth with a smile.

"Yulia, today's dress is wonderful. Plain... no, careful colors and designs... I wondered which widow was mixed up."

As soon as the people around me disappeared, it was me.

It doesn't make any sense to repeat the word plain because everything you say is terrible.

Dresses based on deep green, patterned with shineless silver threads and combined with a light grey lace are certainly plain.

However, the quality should be quite good because I have re-tailored the dress of my late grandmother.

"... the lady staring at His Highness with hot eyes will hear you."

"I can't hear people talking in such trouble. I don't mind if I hear that. Those women only see what they want to see and hear what they want to hear. After one night, it's over by mistake."

I think it's a terrible word. However, it is not always out of line.

What they want is a carefree King's brother, with all his stature, all his money, all his popularity, but no pride. I'm not a black man with a double personality who smiles and despises his niece by mistake.

"Someday you'll get stabbed."

"I can't believe it. I'm just offering my dreams."

"It's a mouth that goes around a lot. Before you die, how about you change your absurd personality again?

Uncle erases the pasted smile for a moment.

"This bullshit character is protecting my life?

I hung my horn ironically, but it was inserted into my previous smile in the blink of an eye.

My uncle pulls my hips before I say anything. "You were lucky to have been born as a princess," she whispered in her ear.

For the king of our country, a good brother or son is not a family member, but an obstacle to his position.

If my uncle had shown his excellence to his surroundings, hardened himself and been blessed with his children, he might not be in the world right now.

If I had been a prince, not a princess worth using. If my brother, who is Prince Wang, were not a sick and immature man. I'm sure the king will have merciless hands, even on his own children.

It is ironic to say that we survived because we were belittled.

"... Still..."

After taking a deep breath, he gazed at his uncle from the front.

"It's time to wake up."

My uncle stares at me silently.

The dark eyes of the shadow were also black, reminding me of an unknown darkness.

Long silence falls. While doing so, the music ended and I took a step away from my uncle.

I don't know when I can talk to you again if I leave you like this. Find a way to get them out of your brain.

When I was thinking, the moment I raised my face, I thought it was gone.

My uncle's shoulders crossed, and I saw the king in the distance. I can see you being summoned. I don't want to be taken up as a bullshit story about the King and his surroundings. But the King's gaze is on me.

I let go of my uncle's hand, learning a weakness similar to the notion of abandonment.

The moment the King tried to open his mouth, my body wobbled.

"Julia! Are you okay?"

My uncle, holding me in his arms, peeks at me with a worrying look.

My uncle continued his words before I made my voice heard with surprise and delay.

"I'm sure you're tired. Rest in your room today."

It's so white as I hook my own feet.

He hid in the shadow of the dress and turned it into a dexterity, and nobody around noticed.

"Niisama, you're feeling sick, so I'll let Julia rest. I'll take you to your room, so if you'll excuse me."

"Ah, ah.... I asked for it."

No one can say anything to my uncle, who declares with a smile. I succeeded in getting out of the venue so that my uncle could support me.

Away from the venue, there will be no one left. The only two of us in the idle hallway were my uncle's guards and knights.

"It was a wonderful feast."

My uncle told me to throw up with a smile.

"Yes, it was like a dream."

Luxurious costumes and jewellery, and plenty of lavish dishes to throw away.

It was a meaningful time to understand that there were a lot of people who couldn't see reality.

Unlike war, economic sanctions take time to produce visible results. It is still a long time ago that it will affect the nobles and princes who live in King's Landing.

They will remain distracted until the landscape before them changes.

It was too late to influence King's Landing, the heart of the country.

Press and kill your tongue and chew your lips slightly.

My uncle looked at me like that and shook his shoulders to say hello.

"It doesn't suit me to get hot."

"It's not getting hot. You know what I mean?

I am not irritated by patriotism or justice.

It's just foolish for stupid people to pull their feet and fall together.

Only the selfish rationalist part is very similar to my uncle, so I'm sure he understands the area.

When I got to the room, my uncle left me. I don't think I'm going to leave. I'm going to the sofa. Not suiting his elegant appearance, his uncle lowered his hips grossly and violently, scratching his back head in a frustrating manner.

"Are you going to sit in the ladies' room at night?"

"Rumor has it you're a sweet uncle who looks after a sick niece. Don't worry. All the women I'm dealing with are fleshy beauties, so I won't be impugned."

"When His Highness is stabbed to death, I would like to raise my country and celebrate greatly."

Close the fan with a pounding sound and exhale. I sat opposite my uncle.

"I'm not interested in national politics. I don't need anything more than money to play and live properly, and so much freedom. No status, no honor, no companionship. It's just a quiet distraction for the rest of your life."

It's not that you're not interested, it's the result of disciplining yourself not to be interested.

The same applies to couples. If a boy is born, it could be considered a threat. My uncle must have given up a lot of things just because I didn't know.

Sometimes my uncle has dark, empty eyes like a tree. His Majesty the King's brother, who is a beauty of the social world, or his ironic uncle, may be the face of this man when he is tired of life.

So, do you want to go into exile?

When asked quietly rather than blame, his uncle hoisted one end of his mouth to ridicule himself.

"Where will you hide the royal family of a country that has turned Nabel against its enemies and is expected to recede in the future?

The King does not try to understand, but the center of the world is not our country, but Nabel.

It's not just about geography. Nabel is becoming a powerful country that will not allow other followers, both economically and militarily.

As far as the military alone is concerned, we can still stand together at this stage.

But the world no longer needs war. The skeletons have disappeared and the whole world is beginning to change pacifism as an ideal.

All we need is gold and supplies, not swords.

"If you know, please stop squeezing and squeezing."

Until now, there have been underwater disputes. Many have kept the peace on the surface through concessions from the Nabel side.

But this time, it's different from before.

"I put my hands on the treasure that dignitaries are obsessed with. As long as we don't settle this, Nabel won't pull back. There are two paths left for us. You can either fall with me or give me the head of the culprit."

Of course, I don't have any shards to fall with.

My uncle stared silently at me with cold eyes.

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