Out of the blue... Father?
Alphonse is flustered, not knowing how to react to the sudden title.
“Aargh, Your Majesty!”
The aide screamed from behind.
He turned around in surprise and saw Paul pointing at the fishing rod.
“The fish that Your Majesty waited for a whole three hours—enough to get a cramp in your butt—has run away! All because of that young lady’s booming greeting!”
Don't report things like that!
"Good heavens, Your Majesty!"
Shock was heard from behind again.
When he turned around again, this time the young lady was flustered.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Did I thoughtlessly chase the fish?!”
"No..."
“Uh, how could I make such a mistake on our first meeting! I, I’ll catch it for you... no, but I’ve never fished before...!”
The young lady seemed genuinely flustered, pacing back and forth restlessly like a duckling that had lost its mother.
“To think this would happen! Your Majesty’s dinner has run away! Hmph, you will have to go hungry today!”
“What?! Ah, no! Please teach me how to fish! I’ll catch it for you somehow~!”
Paul is playing a prank on the pale young lady.
It was absolute chaos.
Alphonse was flustered along with the dizzying noise, then suddenly.
He paused when he saw Nike's expression.
He looked as though he were about to laugh. His son, unable to take his eyes off the young lady he had brought, smiled with no intention of hiding it above his closed lips.
His eyes were now overflowing with affection, so easy to read that it was hard to believe he was the same son who had been so indifferent to everything.
Alphonse looked at his son like that and let out a blank, wry laugh.
Heimford.
It is a private estate of the Imperial family located half a day's drive from the capital.
No matter how much I thought about it, proceeding with the royal marriage while ignoring the Emperor was absurd, so I recklessly charged into his resting place.
Of course, I didn't come here with the intention of forcing someone who has been hurt to acknowledge me.
But isn't it the proper human duty to at least meet in person and greet them before the wedding?
I arrived with such a nervous heart, and managed to meet the Emperor, but...
“Ugh!”
There was a problem. A very big problem.
“What is this!”
Inside a small room that is less than one pyeong (3,3 meters).
Nike, who was looking at my state, turned his head away while stifling a burst of laughter with his fist.
“That’s why I told you to pack comfortable clothes.”
“How am I supposed to pack them if I don’t have them! Do you think there were pants in my suitcase in the first place!”
Well done, I'm in a terrible state right now.
The top was Nike's shirt with the waist roughly rolled up, and the bottom was baggy trousers embroidered with some kind of floral pattern, given to me by His Majesty's aide, Sir Paul.
“You should have told me if there was no one around!”
Actually, clothes weren't even a problem right now.
What's here?
Mountains and a river. And a cabin with a small vegetable garden in the yard.
End.
“I told you there were no servants...”
"No!"
Hey human!
Who would have imagined that would literally mean there isn't a single one of them!
I naturally assumed that the Emperor had left the capital with a small procession because he disliked the noise.
But?
When I arrived, there were only three people here: the Emperor, his aide, and his doctor.
Can you believe it?
The fact that the Emperor of the Empire was living like a man of nature, without a single attendant, during his periods of recuperation?
“What were the knights at the entrance doing?”
“They are blocking outsiders from entering there. Father doesn’t even have a separate guard by his side while he is recuperating.”
"Good heavens. Then what about that? There's no one to make it for you, so why did you bring it?"
I pointed to Nike's suitcase containing my patient's meal ingredients.
"I'll have to make it."
"...Ha."
“If it’s really going to be too hard, let’s just go back now. We already said hello, didn’t we?”
“...”
I glared at Nike, who was speaking so nonchalantly.
Seriously, this is driving me crazy!
You came all the way here to say hello, and what?
Oh my, I've never even lifted my finger, so it's a bit inconvenient without anyone to attend to me~ Are you telling me to go ahead~?
"You can't sleep in a place like this."
I was slumped over, having lost my will to fight, when Nike quietly reached out his hand.
He held my wrist and subtly traced the inside with his thumb. It was quite a sticky touch.
“Let’s go back. Yes?”
He grabbed my wrist and pulled with a little force, as if trying to hug me, so I let myself be pulled along.
'Sigh.'
I already knew from my experience before the regression that even though it would be difficult for this man to get to the point of kissing, once he actually did it, he would become an unstoppable kissing ghost.
It's not that I dislike it, but...
"Excuse me..."
The door opened.
Puck!
"Ugh."
Nike staggered after being hit in the jaw by my fist, which I threw reflexively.
I turned around and saw Sir Paul standing there with his mouth agape, holding the doorknob.
“Why are you hitting him?!”
“No? I didn’t hit him!”
“Hmm, you asked me to let you know when we were leaving earlier... Oh! Young Lady, that outfit suits you really well!”
Sir Paul, who was speaking, looked at my floral pants and marveled.
Alphonse is flustered, not knowing how to react to the sudden title.
“Aargh, Your Majesty!”
The aide screamed from behind.
He turned around in surprise and saw Paul pointing at the fishing rod.
“The fish that Your Majesty waited for a whole three hours—enough to get a cramp in your butt—has run away! All because of that young lady’s booming greeting!”
Don't report things like that!
"Good heavens, Your Majesty!"
Shock was heard from behind again.
When he turned around again, this time the young lady was flustered.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Did I thoughtlessly chase the fish?!”
"No..."
“Uh, how could I make such a mistake on our first meeting! I, I’ll catch it for you... no, but I’ve never fished before...!”
The young lady seemed genuinely flustered, pacing back and forth restlessly like a duckling that had lost its mother.
“To think this would happen! Your Majesty’s dinner has run away! Hmph, you will have to go hungry today!”
“What?! Ah, no! Please teach me how to fish! I’ll catch it for you somehow~!”
Paul is playing a prank on the pale young lady.
It was absolute chaos.
Alphonse was flustered along with the dizzying noise, then suddenly.
He paused when he saw Nike's expression.
He looked as though he were about to laugh. His son, unable to take his eyes off the young lady he had brought, smiled with no intention of hiding it above his closed lips.
His eyes were now overflowing with affection, so easy to read that it was hard to believe he was the same son who had been so indifferent to everything.
Alphonse looked at his son like that and let out a blank, wry laugh.
***
Heimford.
It is a private estate of the Imperial family located half a day's drive from the capital.
No matter how much I thought about it, proceeding with the royal marriage while ignoring the Emperor was absurd, so I recklessly charged into his resting place.
Of course, I didn't come here with the intention of forcing someone who has been hurt to acknowledge me.
But isn't it the proper human duty to at least meet in person and greet them before the wedding?
I arrived with such a nervous heart, and managed to meet the Emperor, but...
“Ugh!”
There was a problem. A very big problem.
“What is this!”
Inside a small room that is less than one pyeong (3,3 meters).
Nike, who was looking at my state, turned his head away while stifling a burst of laughter with his fist.
“That’s why I told you to pack comfortable clothes.”
“How am I supposed to pack them if I don’t have them! Do you think there were pants in my suitcase in the first place!”
Well done, I'm in a terrible state right now.
The top was Nike's shirt with the waist roughly rolled up, and the bottom was baggy trousers embroidered with some kind of floral pattern, given to me by His Majesty's aide, Sir Paul.
“You should have told me if there was no one around!”
Actually, clothes weren't even a problem right now.
What's here?
Mountains and a river. And a cabin with a small vegetable garden in the yard.
End.
“I told you there were no servants...”
"No!"
Hey human!
Who would have imagined that would literally mean there isn't a single one of them!
I naturally assumed that the Emperor had left the capital with a small procession because he disliked the noise.
But?
When I arrived, there were only three people here: the Emperor, his aide, and his doctor.
Can you believe it?
The fact that the Emperor of the Empire was living like a man of nature, without a single attendant, during his periods of recuperation?
“What were the knights at the entrance doing?”
“They are blocking outsiders from entering there. Father doesn’t even have a separate guard by his side while he is recuperating.”
"Good heavens. Then what about that? There's no one to make it for you, so why did you bring it?"
I pointed to Nike's suitcase containing my patient's meal ingredients.
"I'll have to make it."
"...Ha."
“If it’s really going to be too hard, let’s just go back now. We already said hello, didn’t we?”
“...”
I glared at Nike, who was speaking so nonchalantly.
Seriously, this is driving me crazy!
You came all the way here to say hello, and what?
Oh my, I've never even lifted my finger, so it's a bit inconvenient without anyone to attend to me~ Are you telling me to go ahead~?
"You can't sleep in a place like this."
I was slumped over, having lost my will to fight, when Nike quietly reached out his hand.
He held my wrist and subtly traced the inside with his thumb. It was quite a sticky touch.
“Let’s go back. Yes?”
He grabbed my wrist and pulled with a little force, as if trying to hug me, so I let myself be pulled along.
'Sigh.'
I already knew from my experience before the regression that even though it would be difficult for this man to get to the point of kissing, once he actually did it, he would become an unstoppable kissing ghost.
It's not that I dislike it, but...
"Excuse me..."
The door opened.
Puck!
"Ugh."
Nike staggered after being hit in the jaw by my fist, which I threw reflexively.
I turned around and saw Sir Paul standing there with his mouth agape, holding the doorknob.
“Why are you hitting him?!”
“No? I didn’t hit him!”
“Hmm, you asked me to let you know when we were leaving earlier... Oh! Young Lady, that outfit suits you really well!”
Sir Paul, who was speaking, looked at my floral pants and marveled.
...Are they teasing me?
I was about to ask if there were any other clothes anyway, so I cautiously opened my mouth.
“Sir. Excuse me, but this is a bit tacky...”
“This is what my wife wore every time we came here together when she was alive. I kept it instead of throwing it away, and it turns out it’s useful now. But, what did you say, Young Lady?”
I immediately pointed to the dress I had worn, which was hanging on one side of the room, and said.
“I love wearing these pretty pants instead of that tacky dress. Thank you for lending me the clothes. Your wife really has excellent taste.”
“Haha, is that so?”
Cough. The sound of Nike bursting into laughter again came from behind.
I stepped firmly on his tactless foot and said.
"I'll be right out too!"
I can't believe it. Is this a dream?
I am currently climbing a mountain.
This is the reason why, even though I brought a few activewear dresses because Nike told me to pack comfortable clothes, they were useless.
"You can't go hiking in a skirt, can you?"
"Gasp. Gasp."
"Are you okay?"
Nike asked from the side, but I had no strength to answer.
Up ahead, I see three middle-aged men darting up the mountain like flying squirrels, each holding a basket and a sickle.
Surprisingly, they are the Emperor of this empire, his aide, and his personal doctor, respectively.
"Since we have important guests today, shall we have mushroom hot pot for lunch?"
"That sounds great! Let's pick a few peppers from the garden, add them in, and make it nice and spicy!"
"Let me show you my skills."
The Emperor, who said he would cook the mushroom hot pot himself.
I can't believe it. Is this a dream?
No, because it is reality, I just forced myself to wear floral pants and follow along.
The Emperor is personally climbing a mountain to procure lunch ingredients; is there anyone who can say, "Yes, I will rest" in that situation?
“...I’m sorry. I had only heard about it, too; I never really knew because I was by His Majesty’s side while he was recuperating.”
Nike, who had been watching my reaction, said.
“I... h-h-h. I’m fine...”
"Shall I give you a piggyback ride?"
"Will it work?"
"I'll give you a piggyback ride."
I glared at Nike.
The enemy's daughter, who stubbornly insisted on coming even though he said he didn't want to see her face, is climbing the mountain on his son's back like she has the good life because she says it's hard?
His Majesty the Emperor would really like this.
... I didn't even have the strength to give a lengthy explanation, so I just desperately pushed Nike's shoulder away.
"You're not feeling well, either."
“Gasp. No... My body, my body is almost fully recovered now... This is just a matter of my stamina...”
I looked at the Emperor's back.
For some reason, I became stubborn and ran toward him, squeezing out every ounce of strength I had.
The Emperor flinched when he saw me suddenly come to his side.
“The air is really good. I feel healthier, Your Majesty.”
“...”
He glanced at me and sighed.
“Why did you come out when you should have just rested? You didn’t have to go to such lengths.”
"Yes?"
"You've never done anything like this before."
The Emperor spoke in a displeased tone, squatted down, and picked up a sickle.
"A noble lady probably has never even climbed a mountain before; she's just making herself tired for no reason..."
As he did so, he was busily picking mushrooms; it was not the skill of someone who had only been doing this for a day or two.
I quickly sat down next to him.
"I've tried it too."
"What?"
“I’ve even climbed mountains, Your Majesty. I wasn’t raised that delicately.”
I followed him and picked up a sickle. Digging up mushrooms wasn't difficult.
“Your Majesty, I was expelled from my family when I was twelve.”
Emphasize that you have cut ties with your biological father without a single stroke!
"After that, I went to live in Belzer with my brother, and at first, there was nothing there."
“...That’s right. You must have had a hard time.”
"We had neither money nor food, so my older brother caught a wild boar on the mountain behind our house for us. He said he couldn't let me starve."
Seizing the opportunity, gold-painting Ryan's face!
“Of course, I diligently followed my older brother around and helped him out. Picking mushrooms and gathering tree fruits—I’m used to it all. Climbing mountains, too.”
“Wow, your hands are really skillful.”
At that moment, Sir Paul, who was standing next to me, provided covering fire as he watched me digging for mushrooms.
He is a grateful person.
And the fact that I lent his wife her floral pants, too.
"Is it just that I'm capable? I'm actually quite a good cook. When my brother brought home a wild boar, I used to set the table."
It's a lie.
"Speaking of which, I'll make lunch today. How about it?"
“What? No, not to that extent...”
I can't cook either.
However, I can get help from Nike. I am well aware of his skills, honed by hundreds of expeditions and camping experiences.
“It feels so good to be in a place with such fresh air for the first time in a long while; it brings back old memories. By any chance, may I come here with Your Majesty next time?”
“...”
“Please teach me how to fish, too. Please?”
“...”
The Emperor silently looked at me and just blinked his eyes.
"Your Majesty, you are so lucky~ Unlike ordinary noble ladies, the young lady has a friendly and amiable side to her~."
“That’s right~ His Majesty’s lifelong wish was to go fishing with his sons, you know~.”
Assistant Sir Paul and Mr. Lemon!
I felt like I was going to cry from the support fire from the two warm-hearted middle-aged men.
"Hmm."
The Emperor just stroked his neck with a slightly embarrassed expression.
The atmosphere doesn't seem bad, does it?
Riding this momentum...!
"Oh!"
Just then, a single mushroom growing alone in the distance caught my eye.
Plump and pure white caps. They looked incomparably more appetizing than the ones I had been digging up so far.
“Look at those plump mushrooms. They’re nice and chewy, and really delicious. I’ll simmer them thoroughly for Your Majesty to nourish your body.”
Just as I was about to reach out my hand toward the mushroom.
"For a moment."
For some reason, the Emperor suddenly grabbed my arm.
What?
When I turned around, his blue eyes were shaking as if there had been an earthquake.
"You're going to give that to me?"
I instinctively felt that I had made a mistake.
“A death cap...?”
What is that?
I don't know what it is, but judging by its name alone, I know it is a mushroom that absolutely shouldn't be boiled.
I glanced briefly toward Nike, who was picking mushrooms next to me.
With a look of clear disappointment on his face, he whispered in my ear with a sigh.
"It's a poisonous mushroom."
Cold sweat immediately ran down my spine.
“...”
Indeed, the Duke of Wassenberg's daughter!
Attempting to assassinate the Emperor at our first meeting...!
I was about to ask if there were any other clothes anyway, so I cautiously opened my mouth.
“Sir. Excuse me, but this is a bit tacky...”
“This is what my wife wore every time we came here together when she was alive. I kept it instead of throwing it away, and it turns out it’s useful now. But, what did you say, Young Lady?”
I immediately pointed to the dress I had worn, which was hanging on one side of the room, and said.
“I love wearing these pretty pants instead of that tacky dress. Thank you for lending me the clothes. Your wife really has excellent taste.”
“Haha, is that so?”
Cough. The sound of Nike bursting into laughter again came from behind.
I stepped firmly on his tactless foot and said.
"I'll be right out too!"
***
I can't believe it. Is this a dream?
I am currently climbing a mountain.
This is the reason why, even though I brought a few activewear dresses because Nike told me to pack comfortable clothes, they were useless.
"You can't go hiking in a skirt, can you?"
"Gasp. Gasp."
"Are you okay?"
Nike asked from the side, but I had no strength to answer.
Up ahead, I see three middle-aged men darting up the mountain like flying squirrels, each holding a basket and a sickle.
Surprisingly, they are the Emperor of this empire, his aide, and his personal doctor, respectively.
"Since we have important guests today, shall we have mushroom hot pot for lunch?"
"That sounds great! Let's pick a few peppers from the garden, add them in, and make it nice and spicy!"
"Let me show you my skills."
The Emperor, who said he would cook the mushroom hot pot himself.
I can't believe it. Is this a dream?
No, because it is reality, I just forced myself to wear floral pants and follow along.
The Emperor is personally climbing a mountain to procure lunch ingredients; is there anyone who can say, "Yes, I will rest" in that situation?
“...I’m sorry. I had only heard about it, too; I never really knew because I was by His Majesty’s side while he was recuperating.”
Nike, who had been watching my reaction, said.
“I... h-h-h. I’m fine...”
"Shall I give you a piggyback ride?"
"Will it work?"
"I'll give you a piggyback ride."
I glared at Nike.
The enemy's daughter, who stubbornly insisted on coming even though he said he didn't want to see her face, is climbing the mountain on his son's back like she has the good life because she says it's hard?
His Majesty the Emperor would really like this.
... I didn't even have the strength to give a lengthy explanation, so I just desperately pushed Nike's shoulder away.
"You're not feeling well, either."
“Gasp. No... My body, my body is almost fully recovered now... This is just a matter of my stamina...”
I looked at the Emperor's back.
For some reason, I became stubborn and ran toward him, squeezing out every ounce of strength I had.
The Emperor flinched when he saw me suddenly come to his side.
“The air is really good. I feel healthier, Your Majesty.”
“...”
He glanced at me and sighed.
“Why did you come out when you should have just rested? You didn’t have to go to such lengths.”
"Yes?"
"You've never done anything like this before."
The Emperor spoke in a displeased tone, squatted down, and picked up a sickle.
"A noble lady probably has never even climbed a mountain before; she's just making herself tired for no reason..."
As he did so, he was busily picking mushrooms; it was not the skill of someone who had only been doing this for a day or two.
I quickly sat down next to him.
"I've tried it too."
"What?"
“I’ve even climbed mountains, Your Majesty. I wasn’t raised that delicately.”
I followed him and picked up a sickle. Digging up mushrooms wasn't difficult.
“Your Majesty, I was expelled from my family when I was twelve.”
Emphasize that you have cut ties with your biological father without a single stroke!
"After that, I went to live in Belzer with my brother, and at first, there was nothing there."
“...That’s right. You must have had a hard time.”
"We had neither money nor food, so my older brother caught a wild boar on the mountain behind our house for us. He said he couldn't let me starve."
Seizing the opportunity, gold-painting Ryan's face!
“Of course, I diligently followed my older brother around and helped him out. Picking mushrooms and gathering tree fruits—I’m used to it all. Climbing mountains, too.”
“Wow, your hands are really skillful.”
At that moment, Sir Paul, who was standing next to me, provided covering fire as he watched me digging for mushrooms.
He is a grateful person.
And the fact that I lent his wife her floral pants, too.
"Is it just that I'm capable? I'm actually quite a good cook. When my brother brought home a wild boar, I used to set the table."
It's a lie.
"Speaking of which, I'll make lunch today. How about it?"
“What? No, not to that extent...”
I can't cook either.
However, I can get help from Nike. I am well aware of his skills, honed by hundreds of expeditions and camping experiences.
“It feels so good to be in a place with such fresh air for the first time in a long while; it brings back old memories. By any chance, may I come here with Your Majesty next time?”
“...”
“Please teach me how to fish, too. Please?”
“...”
The Emperor silently looked at me and just blinked his eyes.
"Your Majesty, you are so lucky~ Unlike ordinary noble ladies, the young lady has a friendly and amiable side to her~."
“That’s right~ His Majesty’s lifelong wish was to go fishing with his sons, you know~.”
Assistant Sir Paul and Mr. Lemon!
I felt like I was going to cry from the support fire from the two warm-hearted middle-aged men.
"Hmm."
The Emperor just stroked his neck with a slightly embarrassed expression.
The atmosphere doesn't seem bad, does it?
Riding this momentum...!
"Oh!"
Just then, a single mushroom growing alone in the distance caught my eye.
Plump and pure white caps. They looked incomparably more appetizing than the ones I had been digging up so far.
“Look at those plump mushrooms. They’re nice and chewy, and really delicious. I’ll simmer them thoroughly for Your Majesty to nourish your body.”
Just as I was about to reach out my hand toward the mushroom.
"For a moment."
For some reason, the Emperor suddenly grabbed my arm.
What?
When I turned around, his blue eyes were shaking as if there had been an earthquake.
"You're going to give that to me?"
I instinctively felt that I had made a mistake.
“A death cap...?”
What is that?
I don't know what it is, but judging by its name alone, I know it is a mushroom that absolutely shouldn't be boiled.
I glanced briefly toward Nike, who was picking mushrooms next to me.
With a look of clear disappointment on his face, he whispered in my ear with a sigh.
"It's a poisonous mushroom."
Cold sweat immediately ran down my spine.
“...”
Indeed, the Duke of Wassenberg's daughter!
Attempting to assassinate the Emperor at our first meeting...!
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