The venue where the announcement will be held is the residence of the Forthlyn family. As we entered the premises, we were immediately passed through one of the passengers.
"Oh, no, it's something I want to go back to."
I remember saying something similar. Recently.
"Please calm down ... I don't know how I feel."
As I stepped into the room, I sat down on the sofa and Fima smiled bitterly. Chloe also had an ambiguous look, but she's probably close to me emotionally.
When I got off the carriage, I was guided by a servant working at the mansion, but my attitude at that time was nasty. It would have been repaired on the surface, but there were signs of mockery here. In addition, there is little intention to hide the guests who came earlier. Looking at me, my gaze turned into a disdain, and I was chatting quietly with another nearby guest. Oh, I'm absolutely shy.
This is the situation before the start of production. As the beginning approaches, more guests will be invited. When the party begins, we have to jump into the whirlpool of the elves. I feel depressed even if I hate it.
"But that's a natural reaction for this country. When I walked around the city, the reactions around me were similar." "I was somewhat more modest than before, but ... "
Chloe sighs and agrees with Fima shrugging.
For the past few days, Fima has gone around town and bookstores to learn about the magic of Eldaphos. Of course, my favorite is a clue for returning to the original world. Chloe and Kisuka are the same.
During that time, I heard the atmosphere of the whole city.
Outside ── Anyway, the feeling was not odd.
Everyone was so staring at it that he seemed to even be watching them for strange imitations. That said, there was no one who would go out directly, but it seemed that she was tired.
I suppose that some of the sure gazes were definitely aimed at Chloe and Fima's boobs. Envy of the rich breasts should outweigh the repulsion of other races.
"I feel like I'm being watched all the time, and I'm sorry I didn't calm down."
Chloe, a beast race, is more sensitive than the race. It feels more like skin than other faces.
"By the way, Mr. Kanna. What's Real today?"
He couldn't afford his brother's clan to stay in a city hotel, albeit of the highest quality. For this reason, Real has been staying in the home of the Fauslin family since the day he met the king.
There was only a dwelling for the dignitaries who served as assistants to the royal family's public affairs. The high school that I was attending was completely settled. My honest impression is that it is likely to get lost if it is that wide.
Regulus Originally, (especially) the escort, I should stay in the residence of Forthlyn, but this one has refused this. "Even though it is an escort, it is outrageous that men and women of old age stay under the same roof. ! ], And I was shut out of the mansion by Forslin, who exploded as soon as I met him. Instead, some members of the Knights of the Phantom Dragon are on guard. I was granted permission by saying this was a subordinate.
By the way, Real's blood line is explained to the people who came from Diagar from my mouth asking him directly. She wrote a letter that she couldn't believe from my mouth alone. Everyone was so surprised that the centerpiece jumped out.
However, the surprise of the fantasy knights did not last long.
Most of the Phantom Dragon Knights have been personally recruited by Real, and their loyalty to Real himself does not seem to fluctuate, regardless of where their leader is and where they are from.
As for the Tenryu Knight, this is accompanied by the emperor's edict, not by Real's request. Real will be the one who doesn't have a lot to do, but it's still the same. This is not stable here.
To reiterate, I couldn't stay overnight, and I went to the Forsley mansion every day. Forsulin was bitter by the face, but this area still had the escort of Real escorted by the shield of the Emperor. Even though the phantom dragon knight was solidifying myself, I myself had to check her and she was purely worried
Real was looking uncomfortable at his grandfather's house, his first visit in his birth.
Of course. Until the other day, he lived in a casual garrison as a military. It's not surprising that it became a mansion, albeit temporarily.
At first he was surprised that he was a line of the Eldafoss royal family, but he soon regained his cool. Originally, the other lineage was the Imperial Diagar, and you probably knew how to accept it.
But last night I met my face last night. Until today, I couldn't enter the mansion because of the preparation for the show.
Finally, tonight, the day of the show, we can meet each other for the first time in a few days.
Immediately before entering this room, he exchanged words with the phantom dragon knight, who was asked to guard him, but there was no apparent change in Real's appearance or his surroundings. He seemed to feel uncomfortable as usual.
At the same time I was relieved, I was just as worried.
"Isn't it really okay to show off in such a situation?" "Is it real that Real is a line of the royal family?" I doubt if there is one. "
Summary The two of us here also briefly explain the birth of Real. Of course, without talking about your parents, it's like admitting the rumors that Forslyn has spread.
"... It's half that they reluctantly accept the kinship of the king, but more than half have a strong repellent feeling when the outside blood is mixed." …… ”“ I do n’t think it is. At this point, it will be limited to a handful if at all. ”
What is particularly problematic is that Real's father is a Dragon race. No matter how much the king considers the future friendship, many people will hear the dragon race and have a repulsive disgust. Even if you know the reason in your head, the anger and hatred that have permeated over the years cannot be diminished.
"... I wonder if it's really okay to show off. Isn't somebody going crazy and making a fuss?" "" ... " "I just wondered what a person who throws explosives at the initiative to the fire of the fuss has said so far." "You're right. !? "
I was terrified by the women who had synchronized the long lines without fail.