57 [18] In Messaro

Paola, Sergio's wife, serves Berta as one of the female officers. He was one of the increased female officers around the time Prince Louis was born.

In other words, Paola herself is the Hand of His Majesty.

Initially, nevertheless, the wind from the surroundings was not so great. The servants of the Second Queen's palace were still oblivious to the situation in the royal palace, and Paola was also recognized to the extent that she was a junior woman with an outside morning official to her husband.

Paola was relatively unidentified among the servants, and desperate to work and gain trust from them at best. And that still doesn't make much difference.

"I like those who are diligent. I'm not the same lazy daughter as that pseudo-morbid one."

Paola, who, as always, only works seriously in the house of Mesaro to be visited, but her colleagues have been busy with various relationships lately.

Lisa, the samurai who is unpacking Her Highness's costume together, was more moving in her mouth than in her hands, to be honest.

Of course what she calls a lazy daughter is the new woman, Nina.

"Is Mr. Nina accompanying Her Royal Highness today?

"No? She's still in the futon. It was another maid who went out with Berta."

Lisa probably has the toughest response to Nina and a bad mouth among the samurai.

Nina was reasonably customer-friendly at first in Berta's palace, but she seems relentlessly educated since her caregiver turned into Lisa.

There was a clear reason Lisa was so strong.

"I have no choice. Nina is originally a young lady of the Count's family, and she may be unfamiliar with the kind of patience she had yesterday and may get sick."

"colleagues" in Her Royal Highness's palace.

While serving this palace, it is built that there is no high or low status at all. But from a junior woman like Paola, it's also uncomfortable not to care about her original identity at all.

From Paola, both Nina and Lisa, the maid of honor, were likewise women on the clouds.

Lisa has no mercy for Nina simply because she herself is also just not frightened, even if based on Nina's original identity.

"Are you ill? She moved a lot last night and said she was tired. She changed her dinner twice."

"Well, that's true."

"Besides, even the treats that Berta bought us for the voicemail! Nina ate one of the extra ones, even though she was with me."

Paola was eating with them too, but the two of them were eating at the same table to the end, arguing about things that didn't seem to matter all the time. As for my colleagues' perception, it seems that they are very close.

(i) I don't think I'm fit for life, but I guess the compatibility isn't out of the question.

It's not compatible to say things like her and Paola.

"But Mr. Paola. You've been holding Nina's shoulders lately."

Lisa obviously changed her voice for a moment saying she had been flashly blurred against Nina until then.

It's not like I had any intention of sheltering Nina, Paola was just attached to public discourse. So I shut up unreasonably, being pursued more severely than Nina herself.

But I can't help but think that there's something they think of Paola.

Honest and straight balls, I hate the events that hurt their princess. Lisa is the kind of person who embodies the qualities of the samurai from the south.

"So. - What does your husband say after all? What would you do if Berta and Nina were to confront each other in the future?"

Since Her Royal Highness began to go out in the morning, Paola's position has become increasingly painful.

Because they came to know what position Sergio, Paola's husband, was in.

Nevertheless.

(A little more... there will be something called how to ask)

Paola replies with a grin hiding her objection, which she still even feels thin.

"I wonder what Lisa would like to hear."

"I'm asking you a question. Who says anything about Nina?

Paola is just a woman who works diligently and, unlike her husband, is not extraordinarily good. The strong momentum of the southern samurai is pushed away, and it cannot be done well.

"Nothing, nothing"

"It won't mean anything. You must be reporting that we're abusing Mr. Nina as well."

"Well, that's not true. However, Nina says she doesn't seem familiar here..."

Paola didn't have the idea of defying a high-profile person, and there's nothing she can do about it if she pulls information from Lisa.

"I still don't think I'm abusing you. Especially Berta, who has a strong control over the palace."

Lisa answered nothing and just turned her slightly white eyes to Paola.

"Then I'll change the question. What do you think His Majesty intends to do with Nina, in fact?

I don't know.

Paola doesn't actually know anything, and the special instructions weren't coming from her husband or his superior, His Majesty. So answer as you wish.

"Aren't you going to be used for political tactics?

Lisa didn't answer anything, but she looked scaly from her eyes.

By then Berta had been lined up with golden treats in front of her.

In the meantime, I'll let the events in front of me squeeze my eyes. He shook the box offered and looked at it, and then turned his gaze to the millionaires who lined it up with respect.

but of course I know exactly what is happening right now.

- It's called that. You're evil.

"To Her Majesty the Queen, this is only a sign of your closeness."

"Mesaro's luxurious confectionery, please put it away"

Indeed, luxury is elaborate. It's elaborate, but there's too little art in this way.

"This to me? Or" Queen "?

Berta listens to the most important part, doing consciousness to Sergio, who stands behind him properly.

(This is a hassle. Besides, this doesn't seem like an amount that can be done by Ariel)

Golden confectionery folds are probably not the kind of amount a millionaire would prepare. Behind it lies a large number of human intentions, possibly this whole city's chamber of commerce called Messaro, the wealthy.

"The former would not accept it. Your Majesty certainly knows what I was doing in this city."

"Of course there is. To Her Royal Highness."

"Do not use jewellery or crafts to decorate you."

"I am truly delighted that Her Royal Highness, the princess of Kasha, will be placed on the throne at our Chamber of Commerce in Mesaro."

It's good to have Sergio here.

Berta felt somewhat guilty about taking this busy man around, but there are still these back-dark contacts in the candidate geographically close to the south.

After looking at the bald heads of the merchants dripping down his neck, Berta remembered his father's face.

(... I know, Father. It's a bad idea not to take it at a time like this)

This is closer to the south, beyond the Great River than the King's Capital. Berta, who has a good understanding of the human nature of the South, has a hard time taking the option not to receive it.

It's going to crush their faces, and if they don't make sense of the story, they'll lick it, and from now on, they'll fly Berta and the story goes on.

Berta, who grew up in those cultural areas, but what exactly is the right reaction as a royal human being? I just don't get it.

"Unfortunately, I'm tired of seeing gems and costumes."

When Berta finally opened her mouth, the small number of people on the spot were uniformly silent.

"All I want is, yeah. Fresh ingredients arrive in Wangdu from all over the country, or you don't have to borrow them to visit."

The merchants didn't even move on the pretext that if they put money in Berta, they would use it as a royal purse. It was more like stroking my chest for not being turned down.

"Your Highness wishes to know how you will use it."

"Yes. Then I'll remember to take care of it."

Sergio says nothing. If receiving, for example, causes a fatally bad situation, he would interrupt it but stop it properly.

(I can't help but have some inconvenience. It's already happened)

Either that or you're losing if you try from Berta at a time when you've been taken to their main battlefield and offered a bribe.

Originally the instant type, she was quick to reopen.

Call your own escort knight to receive it. The escort knight's arm was trembling with tension.

"I don't think I had a choice. I understand what I have been forced to do."

Though Sergio said so, he has a face that doesn't float all the time even in the carriage back home.

Berta doesn't understand so much about this guy named Sergio. But it was rare for him to show an unsweetened attitude.

If this man has one thing in his belly, what is it?

"You got something?

Berta thinks. The impact of what happened today on Berta and His Majesty, the master of Sergio.

"I don't think the merchants think they're going to get a chance to attract you with that amount of money."

"... I know whether or not His Highness is right to call that 'to that extent'. Your Highness has refrained from speaking clearly."

Of course Berta is never optimistic either.

Berta is not a born royalty. I did not consider them satisfied with the very fact that they had given money to the royal family.

"No matter how you spend that money, I'm sure they won't complain."

What the merchants wanted to secure was the very relationship between giving and receiving money and being able to respond. I can even say that the majority of the purpose has been achieved at a time when we gave them money and Berta recognized them for every amount.

"So how do you think it would be good to be used?

"Right. If you think about not leaving any remorse later, it would be a good idea to drop your wealth in this city somehow."

I got into trouble. If this city is to become a new king's capital, there is street maintenance, palace architecture, and any use of gold. But the problem is if it didn't.

"We've got a problem. What can I say to His Majesty..."

Berta, who felt more serious than herself from Sergio's condition, suddenly came to mind somehow.

"Oh."

I didn't feel it clearly. I just guess that thin blur and Berta's uncharted intentions are there and he thinks it should be hidden.

"- Could it be that you're already indwelling on Vawela?

Sergio did not change his expression to Berta, who stepped in and asked, but did not answer anything.

He didn't seem to be able to fix it to the point where he realized that not answering would give him confidence.

"Yes, then, Your Majesty, I wish you'd say so."

Abandoning the great advantages of this city, Berta has no idea what Harold finds in a city called Vawela.

I just know that Berta doesn't know what Sergio and his men are intent on being heard. Berta is not as trusted by Harold as they are.

"How could His Majesty?"

The side I've been familiar with for years and the woman who just recently became my wife. I may not even have to think which is enough for a letter. But even so, Berta is in a position to be practically moved as a royalty.

"I wonder what His Majesty wants from me."

It was too much of a billion to focus and think there. I'm sure Berta herself has a different role to expect from a woman named Queen than the kind of good standing that comes to mind when she thinks about what she can do for the royal family. And it's not even like it's a big deal for him.

In response to Berta overlapping herself in the carriage, Sergio seemed to want to avoid digging a grave in response.

"Your Highness, please do not discuss this with His Majesty."

It was also like on his escape doorstep wanting to cut the story off, but Sergio's expression was infinitely serious in color.

"Right."

You should have discussed it with him before you thought of something and depressed him, and it doesn't make sense that you questioned the sides here.

"You and Your Majesty should talk calmly. I'll do that when I get back to King's Landing."

"No,"

"Oh, of course I have to tell His Majesty as soon as I get back that I took the bribe. I wonder if I can manage the gold coins."

"Of course I don't mind that."

While Sergio continued his unboiled attitude, the carriage arrived at the hall during his stay.