--King's Castle, Audience Room.

　Many nobles stand in a row in the hall around the throne.
　A chandelier hanging from the high ceiling illuminates the entire room. Bathed in the light the most, standing as if facing the throne, was a girl.

　Her hair, as beautiful as the silver world, glistened in the light.
　Her face, filled with a powerful will that seemed to think nothing of attracting attention, was pointed straight at the king.

"It's time. Your father.
"Ah, yes. Yes, Lilac.

　I'm sure you're right, Lilac," said the girl, Lilac M. Fangini, the first princess of the kingdom, as she clutched her chest.
　As if pressured by her words, the king nodded.

　--He looked somewhat uncomfortable these days.

　That's true.
　The expedition to the neighboring country, which was almost forced along with the warlords, was withdrawn by the will of the people.
　Those who had originally opposed the expedition took advantage of the opportunity to promote Princess Lilac, and now a faction known as the Princess Faction was being formed.

　Not the royalists, but the princesses.

　The number of people who are clearly trying to get to the princess rather than the king is about 20% of the people the king is aware of who are involved in state affairs. There are probably far more than that in the royal council.

　Fortunately, Lilac herself is straightforward in her purpose and seems to be able to control them.

　It seems unlikely that she will rebel against the king... for now.

　But what if... What if the pretty girl wakes up to be a wicked man?
　With such worries, and the thought of his subjects losing their loyalty to the king, he felt as if this throne room was no longer his home.

"Yes. I hope your father will enjoy it as much as I do. Now, do I have your approval to host?
"Of course.

　I nodded, and Lilac smiled back, looking very happy.
　The same cute begging of her beloved daughter since childhood.

　I'm not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing. I'm sure there is no other side to this.
　The "attendants" attached to Lilac, as well as the secret agents of his own hand, have not seen any strange signs in her yet.

　As for the Colosseum, the king has the greatest authority over it.
　If the Colosseum were to become a major source of revenue, it is unlikely that she would stand up to the king just because she is in control.

　After all. When you think about it, you can't trust your lovely daughter.

　Only the result is correct.

"Thank you, father.

　The smile on his face has not changed since he was a child. Yes, because he's been a wicked man since he was a child.

"Please wait, Your Majesty. Your Highness.

　A voice.
　The king scrutinized his eyes and Lilac turned around as if she was a little surprised.
　The young man walked up to the two, and after paying his respects to them in accordance with the rules of etiquette, raised his head with the King's permission.

I have received a message from my domain. The mass murderer that has been causing such a commotion in my territory has escaped from the fortress and is on his way to the capital.
What?
"...... mass murderer.

　The king is surprised, and the princess puts her hand over her mouth and her face turns pale. In the midst of all the nobles, the Lord Treasurer was the only one who seemed unamused by the princess's earnest performance.

"Yes. So I think it would be extremely dangerous to proceed with His Highness's plan at this point.

　At this advice, Lilac's expression was somber, and a moment of thought crossed her mind.

　The young man in front of you is Conrad A. Eastwood, the second son of the Earl of Eastwood, who is in charge of a relatively large territory east of the royal capital.
　He is a nobleman who resides in a villa in King's Landing as the Earl's representative, and is known in the Royal Castle as the voice of the realm.

　He and his eldest son take turns traveling back and forth between the realms, and while they don't have any particular feelings for him, they are devoted warlords. He's in a bad position, that's for sure.

　We can't even rule out the possibility that it's just interference.
　I'm going to have to look into this a little more carefully," he thinks, but doesn't let the thought go unnoticed.

Why is this murderer in King's Landing......
I'm sure you've heard of it. If it is possible for any outsider to participate in the new business ...... of King's Landing, which is now widespread throughout the city, the murderer will be able to...
Killing is a foul!
Yes. But I've heard that the killer is an outrageous person who kills indiscriminately. There is no way to avoid the possibility of harming the spectators and the surrounding area, let alone the participants. ...... In addition, the large number of tourists will inevitably cause a temporary decline in public safety.
......

　I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.

　You can find a lot of people who are looking for the best way to get the most out of their life.
　It's not the fault of the Eastwood estate, but you can't help what you've missed.

I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that I'm not the only one who has a problem with this. How about it?
"Hmm. I want you to work with the guards in King's Landing.
Yes, sir.

　Hanging his head reverently, Conrad returned to the nobles.

　All eyes were on Conrad, as if the mass murderer was on their minds.

　Richter L. Klingbloom was the only one who made fleeting eye contact with the princess.


　After making eye contact.




　--What am I doing here? Since when am I a princess?



　I was alone and regretting it.
















　--The garden below the castle.

　Three cold and four warm days after the cold season.
　The weather is gradually getting warmer and warmer, reminding us of the arrival of a new season.

　More than the temperature, the end of the cold season is marked by the budding of the trees and plants in the garden.

Sneeze

　One small, adorable sneeze.

"Heck. Heck. Heck. ...... Heck.

　Two, three, four, five.

"Nuh-uh.

　A maid with a painful blush around her nose was working on the tea set.

　In the corner of her eye, she saw the two of them exchanging swords as usual.

　In the eyes of the maid, it was hard to tell what was going on, who was pushing who, or what was so great about it.

　The maid's eyes couldn't really tell what was going on, or who was pushing who, or what was so great about them, but she was cheering in her mind for both of them to go for it, and she threw herself into the battle against the itchy nose that is characteristic of the cherry blossom season.

"It smells like spring.
I also like the smell of honey and flowers mixed together.

　I couldn't enter the world of these two smiling people, resentment, pity, sadness... All sorts of things.

　The cold season is cold. Cherry blossom season is sneezing.
　Surprisingly, the maids had many weaknesses.


　And then... There was a strong metallic sound and a soaring conch.

I'll leave it at that for today. Mr. Lilac.
"............ Yes, that's right.

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

　The maid tilted her head.
　The tea in her hand was not yet ready.
　The hourglass on the table, which hadn't even been turned over, indicated that they were finishing up much earlier than usual.

　Lilac, too, seemed to have quit training, not because she was out of breath, but because she had something on her mind. Somehow, he was not able to get through.

　Wouldn't it be better to punish some 5th prince who's in the groove?　While I was pondering such superstitions, Futa and Lilac came back to the maid.

"Shut up. There's no rice for you yet. Go back to your dad. Heck.
"Wait, wait, wait, I don't know where to start.

　I don't know where to start." The maid looked over at Futa, who was confused by the traffic jam of jokes, and said straight out.

"Heck.
"Of all places, there you are. Are you okay?
"Maid ......
Oh, you don't even sound cheerful in your greetings.

　Sniffling sound.

　And that's when Futa realized that the tea wasn't ready yet.

　After Futa and Lilac's training, they had a small tea party for the vacations.
　The once-every-few-days fun was an event that had been repeated no more than ten or so times.
　Because of this, Corona has been preparing the tea at the right time, and this time was an exception.

　The princess who was the cause of the exception let out a sigh as she realized the whole situation.
　She was aware that it was her fault that she had cut short her training.

"Is something wrong, Master Lilac?
"No. There's a matter I'm not sure how to deal with. I'm sorry, I can't concentrate properly.

　Lilac sits back in her garden chair and takes a breath.

"Nothing to apologize for, sir. It's nothing to apologize for, I just wish I could help.
"Yes, well... ...... What should I do?

　It's not that I'm sorry.
　I'll be back in 10 days.

I'm sure you'll be able to figure out what to do.
Something's going on again, isn't it?
"It seems that a random mass murderer is or was coming to King's Landing. We're trying to corroborate the information brought by the second son of the Eastwoods, but we're not sure what to do.
Indiscriminate ...... mass murderer ......

　I'm not sure what to make of it, but I'm sure it's a good idea.
　However, unusually, Lilac's concern didn't seem to be in the direction of catching the murderer as soon as possible.

　He trusted that she would do whatever it took.

Considering the current power relations in the castle, Eastwood's intentions were obvious when he brought up such a topic at the meeting. He probably wants to force the tournament to be cancelled if he has to.
Oh, is that so?
Yeah. If he wanted to save the tournament, he would come to me with the information.

　Lilac said simply, her face clear.
　Because she already understands her status as an authority over the king, she can analyze their intentions from the situation.



　It's a known fact that the king is a decoration in the Colosseum.
　And yet, the warlords spread the information at the meeting.
　In addition, it should be considered that the fact that he revealed the blunder of his own domain on that occasion was completely due to his ulterior motives.

I don't know the Earl of Eastwood, so I can't say for sure, but isn't it possible that he is a loyal vassal of the king?
"I think he's trying to make it look that way.

　Lilac swiped her hand across the table as she said this.
　Futa sensed that he was trying to find a cup of tea, but didn't say anything.
　But he didn't say anything. It was the only time today that he hadn't done so.

　Her Highness made eye contact with Futa and gave a small cough.

"Corona, have you had your tea yet?
"A little more. Would you like some sweets for now?

　Futa said, "It's not my fault. Futa's cheeks relaxed as if to say, "It's not my fault. If the sweets come first, that's great, he said, nodding with his sweet tooth.

No, no. I don't like the idea of having only sweets without tea.

　I was intercepted.

　To begin with, Lilac doesn't have much of a sweet tooth.
　The sweetness is only a part of the tea, and if she eats it by itself, the sweetness will linger and interfere with her thinking.

　That's why I responded as if I were breathing.

　In the corner of my eye, I saw Futa frozen in place.
　To hide his disappointment, he nodded to Corona as if nothing had happened, convincing himself that it was true.

...... No, let's get some snacks first.
I'm not sure what to say.

　You'll be able to find a lot more information on the web.
　You'll be able to find a lot more than just a few of them.

No, I mean... Please don't worry about it.

　It was as if she was feeling the same kind of shame that Lilac had just felt.
　It's just like Lilac's shame.

Would you like to eat your sweets while I wait for my tea?
Such two choices?
"Hmm. Why don't you just obey me?

　Lilac's happy, teasing expression is one that I've seen a lot lately.
　The slightly embarrassed expression on her face is something I've seen a lot lately. And.

"Well, well, well. There is also the style of pouring sweets into tea.

　And the aggressive smile with the blue streak on his forehead when Corona said something random as usual.

"Try that.
"What?
I'll delete your family register.
"Pssst!

　As Corona hid behind Futa, Lilac continued.

It was a joke. So keep it a joke.

　He turned to Corona, who gave him a silent, fast nod, and then looked back at Lilac, who was now showing a variety of expressions, and laughed.

　I'm really enjoying every day.

I'll take your word for it, and get you some sweets first.
Yes, please do.
"And while I'm saying that, my tea is ready.
Good timing. ......

　Corona spins around and pulls out a teapot, sprinkles hot water from their bowl onto the flowers, and pours tea into it instead. 　

"Rumpapapapapapapap.

　The first thing that comes to mind.
　The first corner of the eye flashes, and the two of them laugh at you in a funny way.

　I'm not sure what to make of that.
　I'm not sure what to make of this.