Tanaka family, reincarnated.

Anyway, there's no reason to keep His Majesty the King waiting long in front of the mansion, so I let the servant guide him to the command room.

Troublemaker Emma decided she wasn't feeling any better yet, and Leonardo and Melsa welcomed the king with their benefactory thanks.

This reception room, by the way, is also a storage room where some of the furniture and artwork that came with me when I bought the mansion were gathered together that looked expensive.

The mansion alone is large enough, and the royal castle is overflowing with good conditioning that can't even beat it, so usually no one gets close but to clean it.

I bought a large number of pieces, and the mansion in Wangdu has been transformed into a simple interior as well as the mansion in Palace except for the reception room.

I packed some space for families who had lived in poverty for a long time into an intersection where they didn't normally use anything they didn't need (luxury items) or something bad for the heart (luxury items).

His Majesty the King and the Imperial Task Prince sit on a super fancy sofa where figurines of the storeroom were handled during the reception that turned out to be lavish.

There are about 10 diplomats behind them, including Oliver, who are holding back with their sweats on their feet.

All the sofas placed in the receptacle are covered with fine Leonardo handmade embroidery so as not to get dirty, but it is naturally Emma Silk.

The Stewarts have lost sight of it, but the Emma Silk cover is worth much more than numerous condiments.

Even the king hesitated for a moment to sit down, and the diplomat didn't even have the courage to sit down.

The tablecloth is an elaborately patterned total lace of Emma silk (Leonardo, takes 25 minutes to produce), and you can't even get your hands on the tea served.

A diplomat who has been through numerous diplomacy, he says he has never had a reception that would force him to be so nervous.

This one is here, after being unraveled of his minister's gratitude, Leonardo was in a hurry to be introduced to Prince Taske and the difficulty of deluding him exploded.

I am not sure because it is a foreign country, so if it is appropriate, it is just a local appearance, even though I thought lightly that I could handle it.

Already Leonardo is not confident of successfully deluding himself.

Melsa, who was the outline of the favor, became grumpy from the moment she saw Oliver. We haven't really gotten along for a long time.

"Would you have been surprised by the sudden visit, without even touching on it? I wish I could have come alone, but I didn't have to."

In the heavy air, His Majesty the King opens his mouth.

I'm sorry to hear Emma collapsed last night for what she did. I couldn't stay or stand worried, and the prince and diplomat found me trying to leave the castle by pushing the majority of my official duties to two princes.

"Your Majesty, if you order me to say something, I will soon return to the royal castle..."

Why, the king moves? Even during a coup, it's troublesome.

"No, because it's hard to tell a secret story at the Royal Castle. How's Emma doing?

Though saddened by the king's worrying expression, Leonardo answers without going to say that he is super healthy now.

"Yes. I was conscious in the morning and I was just relieved. Fruh!... Fruit? mouth just a little bit and now I'm resting in my own room"

Leonardo, who is a bad liar, is desperate.

I'm on the verge of saying I've flattened a full course amount of breakfast, and Melsa next door steps on Leonardo's foot to make him realize it.

"Even though I was getting reports about Emma's wounds, you held them as long as you wanted. I'm really sorry..."

"Your Majesty, royalty must not apologize easily. I want you to get to the bottom of this."

Oliver standing behind him beware, before the king bows his head.

"Oliver? What are you talking about? I came to apologize to Emma today. You need an apology if you make a mistake, whether you're royal or not. There are so many people in the Royal Castle who say like you that they have taken to the Stewart family..."

After all, the king sighs that I wish I hadn't brought him here.

"Your Majesty, Emma is originally an inner and dear personality, and she must have been nervous at a dinner party full of high nobility. I'm just a little surprised, I hope you don't mind."

Leonardo hastily offers not to apologize if he is too sorry that His Majesty the King bows his head.

"Yeah, yesterday, you probably made me feel awkward because I was at the table with Edward and Prince Taske and the Four Dukes. Emma was with the Duke of Sullivan."

"... Your Majesty, more to the point than that..."

"Well, did you? We haven't heard much about it either, so Emma didn't get rough in such a high-format seat?

Melsa asks the king to strike down Oliver's words. Maybe on purpose, not by chance.

"Emma was so perfect that there was nothing to be overwhelmed with. Beautiful thank you for the dress with the product, because it was a reputation at dinner."

You remember, the King laughs and praises Emma.

With that look, Melsa is convinced that her daughter's uncle, Howie, is alive and well in this world. Horrible while my daughter.

"Ah, Your Majesty! Why! This is the real question of Emma Stewart speaking Imperial language! It's important to the future of the kingdom! I don't care about that. Please talk to me later!

A hurried Oliver absurds his voice.

He is an unreadable man of the air even though he had a soothing atmosphere because of it.

Melsa looks ahead to Oliver and asks questions after sighing like a ghost of manners everyone fears.

"On the contrary, may I ask you something? Why? Can't you speak Imperial language to the habits of diplomats? Words are diplomatic imperatives. Not neglect of duty?

It sounds great, but in fact, I guess it's even coming to the Stewart family because no one can speak, and even if the words don't make sense, it's a country where empires are so important to the kingdom that you want to bond with it.

But I can't tell you what to tell me because I don't know anything in front of Oliver, even if his mouth is torn, Melsa provokes him to try to extract information.

"It is a well-known fact that imperial languages are not only kingdoms, but almost every country cannot hear them! Pronunciation of another dimension, grammar… cannot be deciphered more than ancient characters to the text. I'm not turning you down for neglect of duty!

Oliver explains it as funny.

Japanese is certainly a word that was used in a different world than here, and I don't know why I find it so difficult, but maybe that happens.

"Until now, the Empire has had no diplomacy because life was made up in the country. There are just a few people who can speak Balitou to visit on a trip without the imperial having to study a foreign language. The Empire is now suffering from food shortages. Please, can you help Emma?

Until then, a silent task prince tells Emma diligently in the kingdom language that she is unfamiliar with asking the kingdom to support her country in its plight, that there are limits to diplomacy and discourse on her own.

"It is the duty of the people to serve the country. Not to mention the aristocrats have no right to say no. What could a prince and a prince of an empire talk so poorly about? But please use as much as you like for one daughter in the Count's house."

Oliver flatters the prince and takes the liberty of making a statement offering Emma without even asking for the Stewart family's opinion. The Stewarts didn't even say they'd cooperate, and the diplomats should be in a position to ask for it. And yet I guess I'm making it look so great because I have a big name to say it's for the kingdom.

Melsa's anger culminates in an attitude that I don't even think Oliver's asking for.

"Our Stewart family protects more than half of the entire kingdom's demonic area in the surrounding land. In addition, we are engaged in silkworm farming and pay huge taxes. On top of this, are you asking me to give my weak, insipid daughter to the tools of diplomacy?... Nothing, it's good, right? Even if you move to a country other than the kingdom. Well, then... the Rotosilt Chamber of Commerce will be out with us."

The blood of Sir, the King and all the diplomats goes down.

There is no nobility or hunter left in the kingdom today to entrust a vast area of demonic appearance, with the exception of the Stewarts.

The taxes paid by the Stewart family are the backbone of the state budget, and if this is to be lost, the country will perish on the bees.

And the Rotosilt Chamber of Commerce. Employees who have experienced all the distribution, trade in the kingdom, both sour and sweet, have made a smooth profit and are the commercial necessity of the kingdom.

In the first place, even if palace quality silk is no longer available, my wife and daughter scold me.

"" "" Soo! I wasn't there - ooh!!!

Simultaneously the diplomats sit down and the king bows his head too.

Why? The diplomats are confused as to why it is the countenance while keeping the security and economy of the kingdom at bay so far.

Please raise your head to His Majesty the King.

Leonardo waxed like he was in a hurry.

I'm afraid I'll piss Melsa off. It's troubling because Oliver doesn't learn for what he's been scattered and pissed off about since school.

"No, after all, a higher title, given the contribution of the Kingdom of the Stewarts..."

The king with his head up begins to steam back the story of the prize he was refused last time.

"No, Your Majesty. I can't accept that!! Because it's really enough as it is now!

Leonardo, in good health, tries even harder to put an end to the situation. My body is big but I can't even get out strong because of pacifism inherently.

"Again, this is... our engagement to Edward and Emma..."

"Emma won't do it to my wife!!!!!

Until then, the grated Leonardo rises in a covered mood and screams before the king can finish.

I say it twice because it's important to look down at the king with an eye that includes killing, and the voice that people have such a low voice.

"Emma won't do it to my wife, will she? Never, even if it's a royal fate."

Leonardo's killings, which have buried numerous demons, were unbearable to diplomats unrelated to the battle.

He is stunned and trembling as he is in a dugout.

Tears cannot be stopped from overflowing from nature and from both eyes.

Although tears fall on the rug between the potato and the receptacle, it is beginning to decorate the top of the bright white rug by becoming a grain of water droplets without staining it.

In so much fear, the diplomats still notice.

This rug, laid on a wide intersection side...... bright white and fuzzy moffy moffy...... this touch, the fur that plays the water...... is the fur of a corner rabbit very popular and rarely worth in Wang Du......!

When my wife and daughter snatched my coat last year, I saw the price and shouted, "Don't be ridiculous, that corner rabbit's... rug?

One side... one corner... rabbit... so... and...!?

Already, quickly, I want to get out of the reception room for anything.

The diplomats had one feeling, but the fear kept them from moving at all.