Chapter Chapter 30.3: Side Story 3 (1/2)
RATH Side Story 3
TL: Eevee
Side Story – A certain princess’s memories (3)
#4 Their story: A certain villain’s story
“Is there a problem?”
“There isn’t.”
Why? Why was there no problems?
I’d done something that might have been a bit dangerous but then she went and said oh-so-casually that there weren’t any problems.
Seriously, for personal profit I fooled the palace office workers and sold out the name of a member of the imperial family to make a herb field?
Starting from the finance department, I chose locations, made a farm to raise herbs in, and even had personnel assigned to look after it, and all that was actually done just so I could drink my favourite tea!
And there’s no problems!
If this was a democracy it wouldn’t be weird for me to get impeached!
“Either way, Reia’s back yet. Go and soothe her a bit.”
“Your Highness, people are beings that cry more when someone tries to get them to stop. Sir Reia’s a simple person so if we wait she’ll calm down on her own and come back.”
So I say, but if I’m seen next to a crying Sir Reia and misunderstood, that’s a big problem.
Seriously, I thought she was just some barony or earl’s daughter, or a countess or baroness as the princess’s personal bodyguard.
But oh my god! It turns out she’s a daughter of one of the famous Ten Great Families of the empire, a daughter of the Areista Marquisate!
And the most famous up and coming prospect of that family at that!
She was one who held overwhelming authority within her family that even the next marquis had to show deference to her!
And if word got out I made her cry?
The Areista family could just off me without anyone the wiser.
No, before that I could get stabbed by the female knights that all respect Sir Reia.
So let’s leave the teasing Sir Reia to within the princess’s rooms. Of course I’m not going to stop.
That’s my only joy in this palace life and I can’t give that up, too!
After a moment of silence, whether she didn’t like that moment of quiet the princess said with a dry voice.
“I’m bored.”
She could be.
“Since Your Highness is free most of the time it can’t be helped.”
Other members of the imperial family have personal tutors, and experience assorted duties, but our princess is doing nothing.
“If you know then do something fun.”
“How do you wish for me to do something fun?”
At my question the princess thought for a bit before she said with a smile.
“Strategy and tactics, are you good with those?”
Well, a bit of Sta**raft back in the day…(1)
#5 Their story: a certain bodyguard’s story.
“Sniff. But I’m still Her Highness’s bodyguard.”
“Yes. Sir Reia is a splendid knight!”
“You can do it!”
“We believe in you, Sir Reia! If we don’t believe in you, who else can we believe in!”
As I rubbed my reddened eyes, I came out from the nearby maids’ room and headed to Her Highness’s room.
Her Highness was being much too mean lately.
Since mister Ast came along, Her Highness’s teasing has only gotten worse.
She keeps making fun of me as if to say she wouldn’t lost to Ast, but I would really, really like it if they wouldn’t play games with me.
“And…”
If nothing else, I still have the chance for growth!
The maids said.
The size of a girl’s breasts do have to do with genes, but they can also be grown with effort.
And among the 208 secret techniques of the imperial palace there were also techniques to make your breasts bigger.
“Three massages a day, drink milk with blended strawberries.”
I looked at what I’d written and nodded with resolve.
Yes, it’s not over yet. I’m still nineteen! My growth period might not have ended!
“…Right?”
But tears spring to my eyes again.
Although my father’s a unique exception in our family as one of the advisors in the palace, but whether it was a specialty in our predominantly combat-orientated family, most of the women in my house had small breasts.
I think my youngest sister has the beginnings of sprouts, but they’re about as big as mine…
“It’s over…”
The fire of hope died once again.
When I think that I’m the same size as my twelve year-old sister, I think I’m done for.
If I head back to Her Highness’s room I think either she or Ast would tease me how my breasts are as big as a twelve year-old’s.
Yep. I don’t wanna go back. Should I run away…
“Sob… no, I need to go.”
But I still need to protect Her Highness. Compared to her my br… my breasts aren’t much… of a problem.
Yep. Compared to Her Highness’s fate my breasts wouldn’t even be worth comparing to.
“Your Highness, sorry I’m late… huh?”
“No, it’s impossible! Never! Even if you’re being pushed back isn’t your argument seriously impossible?”
“I believe that Your Highness is the one that should be admitting that your commanding forces are destroyed.”
But inside the room that I’d steeled myself to enter were Her Highness and mister Ast engaged in a fiery debate.
Considering the assorted types of pieces on the table, I think they were holding a mock war game.
It seemed that it was because they were at odds over a particular opinion.
And… I have a bad feeling about this. Really!
“Reia!”
“Sir Reia!”
In the middle of their argument the two of them turned to me and shouted.
Yep. As I thought. I’d had a bad feeling about this. They were probably going to ask me, weren’t they?
“Do you think this is possible? This rascal, no matter how much he hates losing he’s arguing something impossible.”
“I am simply arguing that what can be done can be done. Sir Reia, I understand Her Highness’s desire for victory, but she also needs to know when to acknowledge defeat.”
Seeing Her Highness and mister Ast run towards me I tried to run away but even before I could open the already-closed door, all I could do was turn my back flat against the door, unable to retreat any further.