120 100. Special stories/disbelief Princess wishes.

"Sister! What would your sister like in a short book this year?

Tiara turns a pleasant smile on me with a short book in one hand. It makes me even happy with a sparkling grin as if that wish were to come true from now on.

"Well, I'm still worried too… it's hard to narrow it down to one.

That's what I say. Show the blank state rectangle shrugging your shoulders in one hand. There is no bamboo in the kingdom of Friesia, so it is basically mainstream to hang a rectangle on tall trees of any kind. We also get a yearly booklet hanging from the tallest tree in the garden.

"As for the modus operandi, there's only one wish in the booklet, that's why.

I'm looking forward to seeing Style with me and Tiara. Still the short book was blank, too, to say that.

"Stayle, haven't you decided yet this year?

It's kind of surprising because I always finish writing right away every year. That's what I thought and asked, and Stayle said, "I have two this year, so I'm still worried." I laughed a little bitterly. I was wondering what kind of wish it was, and I tried to ask, and as soon as I did, I said, "I could write it!" Tiara came to show me and Style the short book she was happy to finish writing. Receive a short book from Tiara and peek in with Style.

May you stay with your sister and brother forever.

Lovely, sweet.

Me and Stayle accidentally looked at each other and laughed as soon as we finished reading. We both stroke Tiara's head satisfied as it were.

Tiara asks me to do pretty much the same thing every year. Would I have any cuter wishes as a sister? As the protagonist of the game, you'd be more right to say, "May you meet someone of your destiny," but this is highly feminine enough.

"What kind of favors is your brother bothering you with?

Style gets stuck in words to Tiara, who is given her own short book back from Style and leans her little neck as she is. Silently, as soon as I saw Chirali and me, they strayed away. Right... and when I whined like I was thinking about something, I went back to my usual faceless look.

"One, as usual, is to be with your sister as an assistant." The other...

That being said, Stayle silenced again for a little while, this time speaking out to the boss to whine.

"... would you write Jill Bale a heavenly punishment?

At the next moment, Style was pulled by Tiara as much as she wanted. "If you're my brother!" Angry Tiara is like the wife of Style already.

"If I wrote that, I would write in the book," May your brother and Chancellor Jilbert get along, "right?

"Stop, don't let me burn my sister's short book.

They're kind of cute to say that and play with each other. I accidentally watch the two of them and sneak up on a laugh.

"... well, we can rewrite as many times as we want until night, and let's think slowly?

When I said that, the two hands playing each other stopped and replied yes.

With a grin on both of those, I think.

I wonder what other people write in the castle gardens every year, although we have done our wish for the rectangle.

It's as good as Arthur that I know what to wish for, outside of my family.

…

"A short book, you say?

Captain Alan pulls me over, and I listen back to the words that have been hung up.

"Yes, you're a corner, too, and write it down. You know the Knights Squad hangs in the same place every year, don't you?

With that said, Captain Alan invites me. I'm going to have a style and an archery, and I need to hurry up and write it. As Captain Alan called me to the corner of the stadium, a large number of booklets had already been written in the box. I say hello because Mr. Eric and Captain Column have noticed me that I'm just about to write.

"Well, Arthur was the first to write this year.

"When I was a recruit, it was better to hang a pile of this short book.

I laughed as Eric remembered Captain Column's words.

"Yes, I forgot to write it myself last year when I realized I was just going to decorate the main team knights' short books.

I remember and hurried to hang it from a nearby tree, but I remember last year with that in mind. Are you sure you were enlisted in the main unit? This is how it came true and I think it's good.

"I miss it... for a time when I was a recruit, when I saw a wish while hanging a short copy of the knights in the main unit, the letter" Dear Pride "was amazing. Most of the knights were buried with pride related wishes."

I suspected that Mr. Eric's words, perhaps temporarily, were after the cliff crash.

"Seniors, do you write wishes this year?

Ask the seniors as they receive a short book from Captain Alan. Captain Alan was peeking into me, Captain Column, and Mr. Eric's short book like he'd already finished writing.

"I haven't changed since then. I wrote," May I see Lord Pride more? "

Wow, this guy! I said it without any shyness.

They say it without too much hesitation, and they're asking me why. It makes me more ashamed. "I really wanted to write about that standing around again, just in case someone other than the royalty or the knight should read it," Captain Alan said without worrying about it.

"Alan, you need to be a little more ashamed.

In Captain Column's words, Captain Alan said, "What the hell! You're the one making the most honest wish!" and pulled Captain Column's short book. "The health and prosperity of the Knights" is written in a booklet published by Captain Alan. Looks like a terrific column captain.

"It would be an honest wish with no more.

"You were just embarrassed to write Lord Pride's name, weren't you?

I felt Captain Column's face lit up without a heart to switch Captain Alan. Keep taking the short book from Captain Alan and saying, "Eric, what did you write?" and speak up.

"Since joining the team, I have been told" by a knight recognized by Lord Pride. Before that, "I joined the main team" came true.

I snort at Mr. Eric, who laughs embarrassingly, too. After all, any recruit has only one wish. "I wrote that myself last year," he said as he did, returning a happy smile.

"What does Arthur write this year?

I'm a little stuck in words for Eric, who sounds interesting to me. Ever since I met Master Pride, I've only been a "Knights Enlisted" and "Main Army Enlisted". Now it's already come true, and if I were to wish for more...

"... this year, I'm worried about two things.

Seniors tilt their necks at my words. Mr. Eric said, "What is it? He asked me, and I couldn't help but say," May the first one be stronger? "He asks the second one as it is, … confused.

"Uh..." Don't be swallowed by booze or something...?

Buffoon and Eric erupted in the next moment. I thought you found out the lie you accidentally told me, "Arthur...! Sure, that's a good wish..." he burst out laughing. "How the hell did I get sick," he sighed, laughing so Captain Alan and Captain Column could follow. That, me... did I ever tell the captains that I was drunk?

"... well, we're not royalty. If you want to write without worrying about how to do it, you can write multiple sheets. If you need anything, just grab a short book and come out later.

Captain Column still giggles a little funny and gives me two more booklets in reserve. When I remembered my archery with Style, I was excused for getting a short book. I'll write later.

... Speaking of which.

Second, think of the short book as you serve it in your uniform. I hung a large number of copies of people from the Knights Squad when I was a recruit, but I didn't see Father's or Clark's. The knight's short book is a lot of bearers, but those two would have figured it out by looking at the letters. Probably not me. The other recruits hung it... but I was a little curious about what those two wrote this year.

……

"Speaking of which, from this year on, Arthur's going to hang the rectangle, too, Roderick.

"Right," replied Roderick, chief of the Knights, briefly to Deputy Clark, who speaks as I recall.

"How many years has it been since parents and children have wished for the same tree?

"... you already forgot to count.

Roderick answers Clark, laughing in the back of his throat, honestly exhaling for a long time. When Arthur was a kid, the three of us hung ourselves in a tree by the house, but we stopped doing it naturally after we started fighting. What's more...

"Your wish couldn't have been seen by Arthur alone.

Roderick stares small at Clark, who looks like he's having fun.

Until Lord Pride and Arthur met, he said, "Where is my son?" That's all I hoped for. Ever since Arthur began to aspire to be a knight, "my son kept wishing for the knight.

From last year onwards, Arthur hung a rectangle as a recruit, so he reasonably hoped that he would "refine the knights."

"Don't you have to hang it in my house tree this year?

Roderick replied only "I don't need it" to Clark with a mean grin. Because Arthur knighted me on his own, even if he didn't wish.

"Clark, you're the one. Don't worry about Arthur this year. Just hope about your wife and sister.

Clark hung two copies each year, a rectangle. One was the happiness of my wife and sister, and the other was the same content as Roderick every year.

"It's already become the norm every year," Clark said, flattering his shoulder, showing the booklet out of his two-piece uniform. One was the happiness of his wife and sister as usual, and as soon as he read the other, Roderick still sighed.

"... is it the same thing to think about?

I'm going to go get it out in the box now, but Roderick entrusted his booklet silently to Clark, who says I should finally let yours get confused, too. Clark, who received it, confirmed the contents of his booklet and that of his friend's booklet and laughed at one person.

"so that the happiness of my friend's family continues."

"The happiness of family, friends, their wives and sisters.

This way of writing Roderick would be fine with one piece, and with that in mind Clark stretched his legs to the corner of the Knights Exercise Ground.

"Well... is it time for the festival to flourish under the castle?

……

"Are you okay, Maria? Don't push too hard.

Walk slowly through the crowded square, paying attention to Maria, whose stomach is getting a little bigger. It is also an important task as Prime Minister to ascertain in small measure what is going on under the castle. "If you're going down under the castle today at the corner, take Marianne with you," advised Albert, a friend of Wang's. Because she had slept for a while, it had been a long time since she had seen the festival under the castle. He must have distracted me. Maria looks like she enjoys looking up at the various decorations of the city and sincerely thinks it was good to sweeten her to Albert's words. A brochure was distributed throughout the city, from which I also received two copies with the people. A wishful booklet has already been hung everywhere in the city's trees. Sit her in the shade of a nearby tree and hand her a short book. It was when I took it, too, and tried to get one in line.

"... oh.

A woman just crossed in front of me was stirred by the wind and overflowed the rectangle she had in her hand. Hilarious and gracefully breezy, I reached out and grabbed it.

"Thank you, I'm sorry.

He rushed over to me and handed her the booklet as he replied to the woman who politely thanked him. The woman who lowered her head raised her face and laughed at me. And as soon as I saw that face, I lost my word.

"Dear…,

"Huh?... Um, what's wrong?

The words I whine in my mouth fortunately do not reach her, and I hurry to make a grin and return. Women of some or more age have dark hair and pitch-black eyes. Most importantly, he looked like him somewhere.

"... with something that looked a lot like someone I knew. May I ask your name if it is not rude?

I nod, "Really?" to her answer. No doubt, because when he was adopted by the royal family, he went through all the information but his face for the first time in paperwork.

"It still seemed like a different person. Excuse me.

Do not get deeply involved. I smile and bow my head to her, turning again to the rectangle I handed to her earlier. Reminds me of what happened to my eyes when I handed it to him earlier.

"May one son in the castle continue to be loved and happy by many...

She dropped off the woman who bowed her head to me again as she left, pointing her back completely at me, and then now lowered her head deep from me to her.

"... Jill.

Second, look back in Maria's voice. Tilting his neck small, he said, "What's wrong?" He was worried about me.

"I'm sorry, I was greeting you because you knew a little.

Back to her, the booklet still remained blank, wondering if she had finished writing it. When asked if she was still thinking, she shook her neck to the side and smiled.

"Earlier, I was writing a wish for a city child instead. Because I don't have a pen, and I can't write.

Maria stroked her own stomach as she remembered them.

"Maybe a sister brother, or a friend...? Two children. Keep your hands together and get along... we've both had our wishes.

The child to be born may be a boy, and Maria picked her own short book, whining as if it were a girl. When I asked her what wish I had written for her, she turned to me and grinned as she shook up.

"" May we stay together forever. "

Isn't she cute? And I agree with her mumbling.

"... what wish do you write?

One knee in front of her to sit down and take a pen.

"" May the child of your stomach be born well… that is enough.

Smiling like a yang all over her forehead, alongside what she writes, I also keep writing in my own short book. "You really wish the people of this country happiness, don't you?" He pushes me in case, and I laugh unexpectedly.

"I know.

"Blessed be the people of this land forever.

... All other wishes were fulfilled that day by Lord Pride. I received the finished booklet from her and looked around to hang it as high as possible.

I have to decorate this and go back to the castle as soon as I get around the castle. Furthermore, at dusk, I have promised to join Lord Arthur. I need to get rid of all the work I'm accumulating now by then.

……

"Speaking of which, Arthur. Have you already written a short book?

Finishing up with Arthur and putting my sword on my hips, I speak up.

"No, not yet. I'm going to write after this. What about you?"

I shake my head beside Arthur's words. I ended up not narrowing it down to one. Arthur replied, "Me too," when I told him I was worried about which of the two things to do.

"Well, I'm not like royalty, and the senior knight told me I could write as many as I wanted.

Arthur weaved his team clothes and took out three short copies from inside to show them.

"So, what are you going to write?

"One so I can be strong, so... the other......

That's all I said, and then I shut my mouth like it was hard to say anything else. I didn't think so, and Arthur asked me first, "What about Temehe?"

"One, as usual, so that I can be with you, sister. The other...,...

I accidentally shut my mouth too. So Arthur and I looked at each other, and we felt the same thing we were thinking about each other, and we sequentially aligned our voices with "Lord Pride's..." and "Sister's..." to make sure without a signal, and

"" Cooking ""

... At the same time, the words overlapped with each other.

I feel indescribable, and at the same time I exhale. Arthur, who should have been sighing longer than me, said, "... when Chancellor Gilbert's party,... because he cared so much...," the words leaked first. I snort at it, too.

For some reason, Pride's culinary arm was devastating. Beyond the clumsy realm, when you were too shocked to let us cook, you said in a small voice, "My cursed arm will waste the ingredients..." He even made quite a fussy rhetoric. From the eyes of me, Arthur, and Tiara, the cause was unknown. At that time I laughed because I was glad to find out that you had an unexpected weakness, but Pride himself was quite concerned. It was my first time, and I said that if I only practiced, I wouldn't try to cook from Pride himself after that. Occasionally, I would recommend cooking to Tiara, but I didn't try to do it myself.

God, I'm sorry to say this... but honestly, I'm the least of my problems at the moment.

Of course, the dish itself does not have to be done at all by Pride, the First Princess. The opportunity to cook was rare in itself. Besides, Pride is a fine princess even as a woman who can't cook enough to be a problem. I have absolutely no problem with this. It just wasn't the case for him. And...

"No, Lord Pride is a princess and I wish I couldn't cook as much...

I just figured before Arthur cut the words out there told me if he had the same opinion as me.

"... Lord Pride's cooking... try it.

That's it.

Arthur's words made me feel as if I had been pointed out of my own mood, covering my reddish face with one hand. The truth is overflowing without thinking "I know" as it is.

Pride doesn't cook. I mean, I don't even make failures. The dish I made when I was in Jilbel turned into liquefied or charcoal, and all I had to do was tear the apples apart. But for some reason, sister, you have a wealth of ideas about cooking, and the curly eggs that Tiara coached me to make were very tasty, although I had never eaten them before. No, it doesn't have to be a rare creative dish, even. It's just... honestly, nobody's desire for pride cooking hasn't disappeared since.

What's more, it's true that you want to see that pride cook with a full grin.

"Dear Pride... I've been reluctant to make my own ever since, and..." I'd like to try it because you can fail. "I can't even tell you how torn my mouth is..."

If you noticed, Arthur, who had his face boiled bright red, was sitting on the spot. I know how you feel.

"I also recommended a few times with Tiara, but I keep refusing to wave myself into that hand.

Arthur began to get depressed as he roared small at my words, "I knew I laughed over there..." With a little reflection on that, I still wonder if the short book should say something about pride cooking. But in the unlikely event that Pride reads the contents, he'll be depressed or weirdly pressured again. Me and Pride hang a rectangle in the same tree, and it's likely enough to be seen.

While I was thinking that, Arthur shrugged out, "I guess I just have to wish..." to get to the same idea as me. "But it is possible that my sister will see the short book..." she replied immediately.

"... n Then you can write two, too. I'll hang one at my house.

Two sheets. When I explained that there was only one royal human being in accordance with the manipulation, I was returned, "Temeh half is a common man."

"I'm not going to be seen by the knights either... and when I get home tonight, I'll finally decorate your share.

That's what you said. You give me one of the booklets you brought me, and I'll take it.... Well, with deluding myself that it's only an event, albeit a modus operandi, and that there won't be a problem with this much.

Honestly, when I put it in my mouth, I couldn't help but wish because I could ask God for a rectangle. Silently receive it from Arthur and run the pen.

To entrust one to the castle garden and one to Arthur.

"so that I can be with you as an assistant.

"May you cook."

I almost finished writing a wish, too, when I tried to give it to Arthur. I didn't even have a bare gesture to hide it, so I peeked in and looked at it, and I was running a pen in two for hanging in the Knights and at home.

"To a strong knight like your father who can protect you, Lord Pride.

"I want to try that guy's cooking."

After writing, looking back at me, Arthur got his hands on one of my booklets.

N. Then I'll hang it. and Arthur, who would be in his uniform, began his discipline once he returned to the Knights Exercise Ground as he was.

"... even though... you've gone out in some other way...

Second, I'm gonna save it and I'm gonna be embarrassed. When I accidentally said that to Arthur, Arthur also cut a word "don't say" while turning away from me.

"This is just my effort. I don't know what to do, so you don't have a choice.

I snort at Arthur's words, too. Rather, all the wishes so far have been manageable depending on one's own efforts, but this one can be considered, in that sense, the most difficult wish of all time.

"Ah! Arthur, stay!

To the lid, a voice came from the entrance and looked back, and Pride was coming holding Tiara's hand. Good, laughing back at the pride that makes me laugh that I don't have to go wrong, just my eyes to make sure Arthur doesn't get the example short book out of his uniform.

"Brother, he said it was time to decorate the booklet.

Tiara peeks into my face and says, "Have you decided yet?" He asks. He laughed alongside me, happy, even though he said, "You're just like usual," when I showed the two of you the short book of those who wrote my usual wishes.

"What wish did Arthur write?

After seeing mine, I noticed Arthur picking one of the rectangles as he was, and I spoke with interest. Pride looked at the same way, so Arthur showed the booklet to the two of us in such a way as to reluctantly. He looks a little embarrassed because he named his father or pride. "Thank you," "it's a very nice wish," they laughed, and Arthur's face lit up even more.

"Speaking of which, have you decided on your wish?

I haven't seen my wish for pride this year either. Until now, it has often changed depending on that time, such as "May Style and Tiara be happy this year" or "May she be a lady soon" or "May Arthur take this year's main body exam".

Pride smiled a little bitterly and showed us the short book in his hand. Tiara seems to already know, turning her full grin to pride.

May everyone's wishes come true.

"Well, you really thought about it a lot...?" May Steele's efforts continue to bear fruit. "" May Tiara smile all the time. "May Arthur continue to be a fine knight." Chancellor Gilbert and Maria will continue to be happy. "Wow...

And the knights, the people, the fathers and the mothers, one wish after another. Pride noticed us on the way and blushed.

"Why are you all laughing like that?"

I can't help this on the boulder.

"I knew I was too greedy" as it was. I managed to put it into words in the first place with a laugh that seemed to add up to the rush pride.

"... yes, no... I thought you seemed like a sister... eh.

I can't help but be cute with the pride that sparkles my eyes and wishes for us. My face is a little hot because it was up to my name. When I saw Arthur, he was still covering his mouth with a little flame on his face, shuddering his shoulders to indulge in laughter. "Ah... thank you... eh," the cuckoo voice managed to reach pride.

Finally, I managed to snort and reply with Arthur because Pride desperately complained as he turned red and said, "So, I thought this would happen when I put it all together."

"I think it's very nice, sister! If your sister wishes, I'm sure they'll all make it happen.

Tiara, pulling her pride arm and laughing, seemed really happy. Fire lights finally draw from the pride of hanging from it.

Keep it up, shall we go home then? With Tiara's words, we and Arthur each headed home.

Looking up at the sky, which has begun to darken, hoping that her wishes will reach the stars tonight.

... besides...

"... you know, Captain Alan... it's about time the recruits came to collect the rectangle... what are they doing...?

When the sky was already much darker and I tried to start seeing the stars the most. Secondly, as he passed by, Eric found Alan fishing for a box of rectangles with Gasagoso.

"Uh, I was wondering how many pride-related booklets there are this year.

Seeing people's wishes on their own is a bit..., and Alan answers "joking" with his back turned to Eric, who seems to cloud his words.

"No, come on, I don't have a good memory of you or the column... ever!...... Well, I know about his writing, from...! Is that about it?

You found something for me. I pick out a few short books, and I invite Eric with a pranky grin as it is. The captain calls me, and I peek into the short book with him in the middle of no choice and interest.

"... Is this... Could it all be Captain Column's?

"He writes surprisingly awesome. I only show one array in public.

If Eric looks through too, it's certainly all the same word, and I recognize it.

In addition to the "health and prosperity of the Knights" we showed ourselves, we have written a small and massive number of personal wishes in a single booklet, such as "In the name of the Knights," so that Arthur can advance as a Knight from now on, "and" May Alan refrain from acting a little more unscrupulous, "" so that Eric doesn't hurt his stomach about Alan's actions. "Several rectangles are filled with small letters and black. What's more.

"May Lord Pride's will continue to be pure." May he be blessed with the opportunity to meet Master Pride. "Pride-related wishes were also well written using one booklet at a time.

"... uh... …… Captain Column….

"You're not being honest, are you?

You just told me that. and laughing Alan let him mix it in again to fall apart and into other rectangles when he received the rectangle from the bitter laughing Eric as it was.

"Oh, don't tell anyone about this?

"Yes.... but Captain Alan...?

I knew it was bad to look at it on your own. and went on to show Eric that Alan laughed "even this time".

Maybe he does it every year. This guy. And Eric thought small about proposing that the box for the rectangle be keyed starting next year.