12 Episode 12: Reporting a Situation Hearing and Trouble (2/2)

”Please give up. Let's start with measurements to make a new dress.”

”No, no, no!

I don't want to make a new dress! You don't want to make it! Good, 'cause you can wear your old dress around! Your shape hasn't changed that much!

”It's a restoration of the right to inherit the throne, so if you don't dress accordingly, we'll have trouble.”

”You just want to say that and make a dress! I know, you know!

”It's hard to make them wear it if it's not even an opportunity like this. Usually, you're all mine to me, so sometimes you can fulfill my own self? Princess.”

Ugh. You're weak when they say that! I'm not always saying all I can without any blame for my conscience! I'm generally ignoring it, and I'm only feeling some pain to the point of smashing my pinky finger!

But when you defy it, that hurts my heart. Ugh... only this time, only this time, I can get acquainted with Al when he takes the throne. Let's also think about leaving the worst country. When your father is no longer your boss, Al will be your boss, and you're not sure you can do it well!

In the end, whilst I complained of bumps, I did not go against Ilaria. Although I was told that rusty manners were at a minimum, they were only minimal, so I received strict instruction from Ilaria to refine them. I want to go home.

I was asked if there was any hope for the fabric or design of the dress, but I said I was not interested in wearing it. Then he shook his neck to the left and right with all his might when he suggested a girl hobby dress with frills served as if this were still the case in the tentative proposal.

”Make it a calm design that will give you peace of mind, if you can, to the qualities, but to the extent that you are not ashamed to be royal, and not flashy!

Even they say childish faces, so I definitely don't like outfits that can be seen younger than my age!

And the most tiring part is practicing dance. I'm the one who did everything, but only dancing is fatally bad. The princess doesn't like the crowd either, not to the extent that Ilia has been telling me for a long time!

”... I don't want to dance”

Manners are still good. But I don't like dancing. I don't like to imagine that there's someone there. I hate to think I have to touch them. I hate having to smile from close range.

'Cause the other guy is a man! I don't even want to make you aware of it, but I get goosebumps just imagining me approaching close range, holding hands and staring at each other! Oh, I don't like it, I don't like it! I don't want to attract your attention!

”Do you dislike it so much...”

”I don't like it!

Oh, my God, it's Yufi who's dealing with me on the male part in my dance lessons. Uffi was an excellent courtesy and dancer. If Ilia asked me to teach her to dance, she'd take it with pleasure.

Uffi's instruction is gentle compared to Ilia's. But I'm not talking about the dimensions of being kind enough to teach anymore. Me! Of men! For! This reality that we are sharpening this technology! I can't stand it!

”Why do you hate your lords so much...?

”... I'll talk to you someday, someday”

Honestly, I'm not sure myself because I have a big physiological feeling either. If it had anything to do with it, I think it might have been my “previous life” influence before I became an ”anisphere”.

I admired magic. There was something I wanted to accomplish if I could use magic. A highly developed civilized society, ordinary people who were spending time without the rank of identity. I can't recall the personality that seems to me, even though values and such things come to mind from the common sense of the country ”Japan”.

Was it also an experience of hating men furiously in that unrememorable memory? I don't know what I don't know, so that's what I've been thinking, but that's a little resentful when it comes to situations where I can't escape.

Well, the strongest reason I can't physiologically, but there's also a reason why men who deal with me don't like me because they look down on me!

Do it, something that would also be a princess comes out on the battlefield, etc.

Do it, try to get magic into a habit that can't even use magic, etc., etc.

Do it, if you were more feminine, you'd want to protect me, or something.

It's really annoying just remembering. I'm laughing at Nico, too, if I can do research just to be protected. It's not my fault you can't use magic.

”Dear Anis, I'm frowning.”

”Wow.”

”Please don't respond carelessly.... Ha, let's take a break”

”Wow.”

”Here.”

After all the careless replies, Yufi pissed me off. 'Cause you don't have a choice. I don't like bad things.

I don't want to get married. If you still have the touch to shake hands or something, it's good. But look at me as a woman, and I don't like being asked to be a woman. I'm going to be disgusted just because I felt that gaze. I don't know why I can't get this far myself, but there's no deep reason.

Because I just don't like it. Then it's disgust to the physiological level already. I think of myself as a creature that's not fatally suited to women.

”I wish I'd been born a man.”

”Do you want to be a man?

”No, I don't like it. I was wondering if I would have felt different if I was still a man.”

It's a story that doesn't do you any good. It won't come true anyway, and I don't want to tell you I can.

”If Lord Anis was your lord, could he have been engaged to me?

Yufi teases me with a couscous and a laugh.... Maybe that's not a bad idea. But I still don't even think it's good. Our relationship begins with Al-Kun's bluff.

Yufi's change is another thing. Before the change, could Uffi and I do well to try to be the norm as queens? Think and see, about a second to the conclusion. I don't think so.

”If that's the case, I don't think we got along any better than Al. The only thing that's working now is” now ”meshing with us. What if it doesn't make it in the first place? Though you can dream.”

”Sounds like Mr. Anise.”

”Really?”

Be yourself, I'm not sure if they say so. Especially since I started to think about it in pieces. Well, I don't like being insulted so much by others! Especially when it comes to magic!

I wonder if I have to do my best to keep my majesty as a royal. Although I'm sick of it. Better than getting a weird temptation. I wouldn't if I couldn't stand it! I'm not that warm.

”Shall we continue the lesson then?”

”Oh, boy. So, hand in, lady?

”If that's what you mean, it's mine.”

I'll stand up and give you my hand, rather than Yuffi standing first. Then Yufi laughed strangely and lay her own hand on the hand she offered.

Practice as Yufi points out the unfamiliar dance as it is. The rusty manners were reformulated by Ilia, and Yufi was able to pass the dance, one day.

Our father sent us an invitation to attend the feast. It was an announcement that a party day had been set to announce the restoration of my right to inherit the throne.

”Ha... you finally decided, melancholy...”

”You've taught so many lessons without making a sound, princess.”

”I was giving it to you! I don't want to do this anymore! But you didn't let me stop you.”

”Because that's what I do”

I was truncated unharmed by Ilia at my usual rate. After all, I regret, I can tell you that the days that were just what Ilia wanted were days of humiliation for me! I can't forgive you!

”Ha, I hope this is the only time...”

”You won't be able to do that. I think I'll be called in again sometime.”

”The world is irrational -!

I didn't want to welcome you very much. I could only fall in so that I could get to my desk with momentum.