Fake Cinderella

27 Archbishop Gittis, under Theon.

Archbishop Gittis, under Theon... Your name before you became a priest was Theon Luxale. It's you, the younger brother of His Highness Nadir.

Of course, I've seen you many times too.

(... think about it, you might be the most interactive person to glance at Nadi)

Not only is it you, brother of His Royal Highness Nadir, but it is also Lilia's dairy brother, a woman in my belly. For that reason, I've heard a lot of stories, and I've been pretty close to them since before I met you.

There's also a history of the encounter and the subsequent incident, and Shion Tsushita calls me my sister-in-law and admires me.

"If Archbishop Gittis was under his command, would you be able to get in touch with someone who wants to contact your daughter?

"As a former prince, I am now under the patronage of Archbishop Wangdu. I don't think it's the first time anyone can't get in touch."

"Yeah, yeah. There's no doubt about it, Master Zion."

I stumbled upon the words of both of them.

Though he was completely unexpected, if he was like Theon, he could make contact with His Highness Nadir without anyone else knowing.

No one wonders whenever they are in the Royal Palace because they are those who make the most of the status of Archbishop Wang Du and want to be in the Royal Palace for about half the week.

That's not all. You can also talk to His Royal Highness Nadir by paying people.

Shion will never do anything for Nadir.

Even if one of the scales was Lilia, most cherished by Zion, the scales under Zion would lean toward His Highness Nadir if it cost His Highness Nadir on one of them.... no matter how bitter the decision was.

So I can be relieved.

(... if you're Theon, you can believe it)

If I were you, I wouldn't be able to meet under Zion without going through people. You do have luck because you have a chance to meet someone in person like that.

"... I'm not just coming to the orphanage. Come to the next diocese for an inspection. It's Archbishop Wang Du, so he comes about twice a year. That happens to be the time."

The stalls for the Founding Fathers' Festival seemed to be made everywhere.

Stretch out the roof daybreak and fasten it with strings in a way that you are used to.

"Orphanage kids are told to stay away from the cathedral, but I think it's a good idea to do something about it or later speak up when traveling from the carriage to the entrance to the entrance"

They say the stalls designated for orphanages are always in the same spot - the corner where the main street and the entrance from the cathedral collide.

"... no, no one else should know. So you can't speak in a conspicuous way"

I wipe up the table with the rag I brought and see how strong the simple build table is.

(This would seem to be ok with a fair amount of weight)

It would be ideal for you to find it under Scion, but waiting for a coincidence is not enough to achieve your purpose.

(Five more days...... yeah, I have to be back in four days)

That morning at the Founding Festival, I must be at the Royal Palace.

(You can't go back too far!

There is no environment where you can take a shower as soon as you twist the faucet as you once did.

It always takes an hour just to take a bath, wash your hair and body, and be able to sleep. If you include it from prep, you can assume it will take more than two hours.

(In the early spring of the night sky... the founding king meets the maiden of destiny)

That passage of founding mythology, he said, depicts rituals as they are. The ritual begins early in the morning, so at least we have to be back the night before.

"It's hard for us to squeeze the eyes of the escort."

"Whatever else he is, Archbishop Sama's escort..."

Rag frowned.

"Are you an expert?

"The guards on the high priesthood say guardians and guardian knights, but Archbishop Sama's guardian is that Cephalis Remus"

I shake my neck to the side, saying that the lug is not very good, but I don't feel like getting through it.

"Are you a celebrity?

"... lady, don't you know Cephalis Remus?

"... I'm ashamed, it's a name I've never heard of"

Maybe he's a celebrity, but I don't.

"Uh, he's a former Kingsguard Knights lead knight."

"The lead knight?

"Er... I mean the strongest knight. The strongest knight in Kingsguard means, well, the strongest knight in Dardinia."

"So under Theon is protected by the strongest knight in Dardinia, right?

"Ex, so. Cephalis Remus left the Kingsguard after losing to you, Archbishop Sama's brother."

"... Ayagimi"

It is of course His Royal Highness Nadir that comes to mind immediately.

I lost my temper. Because I didn't think you'd be listening to His Highness Nadir here.

"Uh, sure, I guess we're doing the central captain right now"

"... Oh, Al... no, is it His Royal Highness the Second Prince"

I found out it wasn't His Highness Nadir, and at the same time I was relieved I was just a little disappointed, but I let him look like nothing.

For me, speaking of Sion's younger brother, I think the first thing that comes to mind is that His Highness Nadir has no choice.

"Yes. His Royal Highness Prince Alfret Wilhelm II. Probably the strongest knight in Dardinia right now."

"In the sense of overall power, His Royal Highness Prince Wang is probably the best,"

"Indeed."

Unexpectedly, a dodgy, loud beat echoed all over his body.

"... what's your total strength?

"His Royal Highness the Second Prince may be stronger if only with pure sword arms, but His Royal Highness the King is smart."

"Oh, really?

"Oh, my God, His Royal Highness the King is Vera."

For some reason, the rug rips his chest off with a doya face.

(Why are you looking at me like that ~ ~!)

That's where I'll do it! I regret the dilemma I can't say even though I want to.

"... well, fine. You said tomorrow or the day after the Archbishop was here, didn't you?

"Ooh."

"I'd prefer the day after tomorrow, if possible, but, well, I can't help it there....... lag"

"What?

You noticed something hissing in my voice, and the rug just made a slight posture right in the face.

"I was going to make a product in the kitchen, but things have changed. I want to be a seller here."

"To?"

"Your daughter?

"Yes."

I clasped my fist and proclaimed.

"Sell, sell, sell"

"Why does that happen?

"In order for me to go home, I have to talk to Theon. That's sneaky, too."

That's what you said.

"Yeah, that's right. The ideal way to do this is to speak from below. Of course, normally, it would be difficult... but I like sweets under my neck."

"Sounds like. Listen carefully."

I see, sweet lovers under the umbrella seem to be a well-known story among diocesan officials.

"Then if the treats we sell from today sell and sell and sell, will we serve the treats we make to the tea when Shion is here? Besides, it's a treat I've never had before."

"I think I'll get that out"

Rufa nodded softly.

"I've decided to put it out already, but, well, I'll probably put it out"

Rag also agreed.

"Especially since Sama, the bishop of our diocese, is a tremendous object. It's delightful up there, and it's soggy. You won't miss a new treat."

"Archbishop Sama is famous for not accepting bribes, but only sweets."

That's because under Scion, confectionery is not recognized as a bribe.

"I mean, my operation has a good chance"

"... right"

The look on Rag's face was slightly distorted.

"What's up?

"No, your daughter has a place to go," she said.

"Yes."

I hang tight.

"I will return to my husband."

"... weren't you lost?

"I wasn't lost going home. I didn't know how to go back, but he was just giving me a break."

There's only one place I'm going home, and only one of my family.

"I don't have the option of leaving my husband alone."

It may sound arrogant to say this, but His Highness Nadir will be king because of me. I can't leave Master Nadir alone.

(Maybe one day... the time will come to be divided...)

Yes. Perhaps the time will come for death to divide us.

But that's not now.

"That's a shame.... even though your daughter is a much better nobleman"

"Thank you. It would be an honor to have you say that, but it would cost me a lot of money."

"What?"

"Because I've been growing up in a greenhouse dearly since I was a little girl... I can go outside for a little while, but I probably can't do it for long"

Look, and let me turn the sleeve of the blouse.

"What is it?"

There are red marks on the white wrist.

"My skin is rough because my blouse is so wrecked"

"What?"

"The cloth was hard and my skin was rough."

"Huh? 'Cause Fee wears that blouse normally, huh?

"Yeah.... maybe Fee is normal. I'm just weak."

I didn't think it would be like this either.

There is no chemical fiber in this country. Even dyes were clothes made from raw cloth that didn't use anything, so I didn't know what tickled me at first.

It wasn't a wool textile, nor was there anything strange mixed with the material.

But I got dressed this morning. Okay.

Where the hem of the wrist or skirt touches, then the neck muscles… all, where it touches directly.

(Not a sculpting fiber, but maybe something like a sculpting rash)

"Matt, the sleeping mat I'm renting in the orphanage, is too hard for me, and my back hurts in the morning."

On the contrary, it's a full body buck.

"Lady, you, how spoiled are you?

"... I don't know, but it's tremendous"

I know you're taking care of it, but I'm not sure because I've never compared it to anyone else.

"... so. I want you to think that I can be here in at least three days."

Though it depends on under Zion.

"Until the day before the Founding Festival?