389 334. The Chancellor overlaps with the next Regent.

"At this rate, it will be fully healed tomorrow"

It was the day after I talked to Cedric that Jail and Mart, the knights who examined my injuries, said that to me.

Every day, the knights of the special abilities to treat injuries helped us heal a little faster.

The knights, Tiara, Steele and Arthur, the Kingsguard knights, were very pleased to hear that. "Then we'll have a quick winning party tomorrow!," Tiara jumped up and suggested to Steel quickly. If your legs do heal tomorrow, it's the day after tomorrow that you leave this country. Style nodded at it and said, "Let's tell King Gilbert and King Lance and King Joan that too".

"Thank you, both of you. But I hope you're okay. The king will be busy, too, and Prime Minister Gilbert and his style to it.... Are you asleep properly, too?

Though I appreciate you taking the time to wait for the celebration for me. But for the last three days, the Stiles have been stuffing themselves. Especially since Stayle comes to see me every day to report while working on my behalf. Honestly, I'm worried enough about not having a bear under my eyes every time.

Reach out gently and attach your hand to the cheek of the style. I'll try to stroke it under my eyes with my thumb belly, but I'm relieved it hasn't darkened yet. For some reason, though I felt like the temperature on Stile's face had increased a little instead.

"So... it's okay,. I leave the job to Jilbel while I'm here, and later about working with the Knights and reporting to my mother...

The style of a slight rush explains it quickly. He also wanted to help the United Hanazoo Kingdom more in person and as Chancellor Gilbert, but he refused to "apologize any more".

"It's okay, sister! King Lance, King Joan and all the knights and soldiers are eager to celebrate with your sister!

Tiara says with a dazzling smile. I'm glad you said that, too.

On the day of the victory, King Lance and King Joan, as well as Style in my place, apparently came out before the people, but I myself have only been able to greet knights and soldiers. I know you know it's an injury, but it was very painful not to be able to say hello after all this time. Especially against the kingdom of Chinensis, after having been defrauded by a blood oath. The impression is too bad not to say hello nonetheless.

If you're aware, it's been three days since that defense. I'm so glad to finally represent the Queen, and that's all I think I can do as the First Princess.

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it, too.

Thank you, and stroked Tiara's head and I slowly sank myself into the pillow behind her. Thinking I can't wait for tomorrow's celebration right now.

……

"Really? Lord Pride will be fully healed tomorrow.... is more pleasant than anything.

Jill Bale's face breaks when I heard from Stayle. With a slightly grumpy grin on his own style, he began to make hasty moves to prepare for his return the day after tomorrow, "I will report to the kings of both countries as soon as possible".

"... my sister was worried about you. Me or... I was wondering if you were pushing it.

Style squeaks as he checks the report during his absence, daring to divert attention from Jill Bale. To the words, Jilbert replied bitterly, "I was certainly in a hurry from right after to the next day," he said.

"At least you have plenty of room for tomorrow's celebration."

To Jill Behr's assertion, now Style replied with just a "hun" and a snort. Return the finished document to its original location and now throw your gaze out the window.

In fact, as I told Pride, there's hardly any more work left. Until yesterday, there was quite a bit of work, but now it's shabby, so it's just about as much work as it came in. If we hadn't talked about the full healing of our pride, we would have been involved in helping the kingdom of Chinensis or the kingdom of Circus, even if we had said we couldn't.

... Well, there doesn't seem to be much left for us to accomplish either.

It was well known that the castle town of the kingdom of Chinensis was also vibrant in the style just by looking from the castle.

Once again, Style thinks that King Joan is also an excellent king, such as putting his country together so far in just three days.

Even in the Kingdom of Sursis, it extended fully to the point where the people could be engaged in reconstruction activities. Many soldiers are also sent to rebuild the town. Jilbert suggested that at least we send a knight just to restore the castle gate, but Lance had clearly refused.

"... speaking of which.... How are Maria and Stella?

Suddenly, Jilbel rounded his eyes to the words of the style that could be hung without context. It's time for my foot to stop walking towards the door to the king, and I look back unexpectedly.

Seeing it, there was still a style there that determined his faceless expression as he looked out the window to divert attention from himself.

"... yeah, very. We talked a little bit last night. By now, … is it time to go shopping in large quantities with the people at the mansion for a long time?

Of course, with the knight of the seconded escort from the castle. and continued Jill Bale with the style "Massive?," he wrinkled slightly between his brows. "Yesterday, I lost a ton of booze and sweets from my mansion," Jill Baer explained with a grin on his shoulder. "Did you ever get to the kingdom of Friesia in a day," the Style, who understood it all, snorted slowly with a convincing meaning. It was quite a while after they left that I learned that the Vals had left the United Hanazoo kingdom with their feet and abilities directly rather than the instantaneous movement of the style.

"... thank you so much then.

Stiles turned only his eyes to him in a calm voice that was quietly emitted from Jilbelle. "It's not just for you," he said, arms around with that look on his face that seemed grumpy.

"Don't bow your head, show it in other actions....... definitely rely on it from now on.

To me, to your sister. and the continuing style stared at Jill Veil, holding the edge of the glasses still. Jill Bale's mouth slackened unexpectedly on the kind words on his back.

"Yeah, let's promise.... really, you've come to resemble...

Stayle wrinkled between her brows at the smudge and the words she quietly whined as she tilted her neck sideways. "To whom," he said briefly, loosening his fingertips, which were holding his glasses.

"To you again? Or to Uncle Vest? More people have said that lately.

If you're the esteemed Uncle Vest, I'll take it as a compliment, and Jilbel leaked his voice and laughed at the sarcastic style back. Even from Jilbert's eyes, it had long felt that the Style was becoming similar to the Vest of Regents. But now.

"No, to Lord Pride and Lord Arthur.

Style's face rises with momentum.

As I had just hit it, I changed and pointed my face directly at Jilbell, making my eyes round. I laugh again at the style of losing words to unexpected responses. Keep saying, "Oh, didn't you realize?" I asked deliberately as surprised. Then, unusual in front of Jill Veil, Style's face became reddish within the mire. Even my lips shudder at will.

"~ Eh... good rhetoric. Go and report to the King.

I wave at the door abominably as I hold my mouth against the back of my hand to hide it. "It's not a compliment," Gilbert gently returned, stretching his legs toward the door this time. And at the end of the day, I put my hand on the door.

"Jill veil.

... Style calls to a halt again at Ru.

I thought something, and if I turned around, I would still try to hide my reddish face from arm to arm, with the style pointing straight at Jill Veil with my other hand. He was fingered as if it were a front announcement, and only his eyes held the slightly rounded Jill veil upright.

"... I will tailor you to the highest prime minister.

Be prepared. Jill Behr's eyes opened to the fullest with a grunting style.

The hand hung on the door loosened and drowned without pattering and force. Gilbert, facing back from body to body, said nothing. However, I used that head hip-to-hip, which I was told not to lower earlier on about the style, and lowered it deeper towards him.

Jill Bale dared to overlap words before Style ran out of saying "don't lower" to it.

"Thank you very much.... His Highness the next Regent of the Stale Royal Ivy.

Grace, sin, gratitude, it doesn't even matter that pride.

Accommodate a certain loyalty and trust in its breasts as one "Chancellor".