Even Though I was the Real Saint, I was Exiled—Which Means my Country is Over

One morning.

I was serving breakfast to Ralph in Fenrir.

"Let's go... hey!

Wow.

Ralph rang like a dog and chased after the bonito bonito.

"Is that delicious?

It's delicious. Even though it's just a piece of wood, why... is it so delicious? "

It's not a piece of wood. Because it's a bonito.

"All right, all right."

Ralph roasts bonito flakes deliciously. I hope it heals.

Looking at Ralph, I gently stroked her body.

Originally, it was the job of a maid like Abby to serve Ralph breakfast.

From time to time, he seems to be offering His Majesty the King and Nigel.

But I said, "I want to get closer to Ralph! As soon as Ralph's breakfast clerk became me.

Honestly, I was just taking the time.

If you don't do this much, your body will get dizzy.

... well, I can simply say Ralph Chan.

That's why Ralph is having a good time...

"Ah, I'm touching Ralph!

All of a sudden, I heard a young girl.

"Cecilie touches it too!

Turning around, a little girl, about six years old, snaps at us! and rushed over.

"What about you?

"Cecilie is Cecilie! Oneechan, don't touch Ralph!

Girl... Cecilie says that and tries to stroke Ralph.

But...

Mummu

Ralph distanced herself from Cecilie's hand.

How dare you behave like that to such a little girl.

"Ralph... no!

Raise your index finger and watch out for Ralph.

But Ralph looks bad.

Mmm... Cecilie is not good at it. I used to let you touch it, but the way you touch it is cluttery and painful.... "

Children don't seem to be able to cut back.

But it is also pathetic that Fenryl, who is a fairly high monster at that time, raises his roots.

"Cecilie."

"What, oneechan?

Ralph ran away, and Cecilie seemed a little sluggish.

It may be obvious, but I noticed the beauty of her skin when I stared at her face again.

She has white skin and soft skin that seems to peel.

You'll be jealous as the same woman.

"Why is Cecilie here?

Hmm? There's nothing wrong with that. This is Cecilie's house!

And Cecilie spread her arms.

Cecilie's house.

I was thinking a little bit, but maybe this kid...

"Hi, Eliane. You're up early."

In doing so, Nigel appeared in the courtyard.

"Nigel."

"I have to get up early and clean up my chores. It's a habit to get up early."

Nigel smiles bitterly.

Next he looks at Cecilie.

"Cecilie's early."

Yeah!

"Always sleeping."

"I can't lose to you anyway! Cecilie gets up early."

"... I heard that three days ago."

Nigel talks to Cecilie properly.

Cecilie also seemed to miss Nigel, and it seemed like it would be nice for him to put his head down.

"Nigel, maybe that kid...."

"Hmm? You haven't introduced me yet. Cecilie, it's my sister."

That's right!

That's what I thought!

That means...

"Nigel's sister...."

"Yeah, you're the first princess in this country."

That's right!

I knew it somehow!

Otherwise, a little girl like this won't be able to walk around the castle freely!

"Cecilie, Princess. Where's your sister?

"My name is Eliane. I'll let you stay in this castle for now."

"That's right. Elaine, I like it because it smells good. - I like it the next time."

And Cecilie jumped into my chest.

You're an innocent kid... and you can say you're not alert.

When I saw Nigel, I looked a little troubled.

There's nothing I can do about it.

Because the First Princess and the wanderer are hugging strangers.

It was good because it was me, but if this was a strange person, it would be a big case.

"Nigel had a sister, too."

"I see. Didn't I tell you?

"I didn't say that!

I guess so.

So does His Majesty the King, but this parent-child really doesn't have enough explanation.

Cecilie, Nigel and I seem to be a long time apart, but the King is also quite a thriving man.

Well, he's a king, and it's no wonder he has a few children.

Is it a child born between the first princess and the first wife?

No, you mustn't. I pushed evil. It has nothing to do with me, and I feel bad to pry too much.

Cecilie, you're so cute.

"Yeah, my proud sister.... just"

"Just?"

When I see Nigel murmuring, I listen back.

"I'm having a little trouble. That's why Abby said," Do something. "

Nigel shrugged her shoulders.

I can't believe a maid can say that to a prince... but I know that they have a relationship of trust.

"What's the trouble...?

"There's nothing I can do to tell Elaine, actually...."

Nigel said, "Cecilie doesn't know anything?" "He cut his neck.