“What is strange about expressing my gratitude?”
Before an evening party started, Rishe, who was waiting in the waiting room next to the hall, asked. Arnold, who was sitting on a chair, raised his eyes.
“What do you an?”
“Didn’t you say the first ti I t Your Highness? My footwork isn’t that of an ordinary lady.”
“..A-Ah.”
Rishe bumped into Arnold back then, mistakenly called him “Emperor,” and gave him an extrely polite bow.
Then he chuckled and said, “You have the footwork of a great swordsman.”
Seemingly recalling that mont, Arnold rested his cheek on the armrest.
“I didn’t an to imply that it was strange. I was just pointing out that it’s not the movent of an ordinary noble lady, but that of a knight or swordsman.”
“That’s right. I’m just an ordinarily noble lady.”
The days Rishe spent as a “Duke’s daughter” were before the ti loop. For her who had lived many tis over, it was like a distant past.
I may have forgotten how to behave like a lady since I lived doing various professions.
If that was the case, it was a big deal.
“If there’s anything unnatural about my movents, I must correct it. It would be a disgrace to Your Highness, my fiancé.”
As for Rishe herself, she took pride in her movents which were ingrained in her as a swordsman.
She didn’t care if it lowered her standing. But this ti, she was the Crown Princess.
As the fiancée, she must avoid causing trouble for Arnold.
“There is no such thing as a stain.”
“Say that again? I’m sure so people are complaining to Your Highness Arnold for choosing a Duke’s daughter from a weak country.”
Rishe stood in front of Arnold and picked at the hem of her light blue dress.
After giving a bow once, she raised her face and craned her neck.
“Now, feel free to point out. Should I fix how I pull my leg back? Or the way I shift my center of gravity?”
“I don’t know.”
“Co on, Your Highness!”
When Arnold suddenly turned away, Rishe protested.
“I won’t know these things myself, so you have to take responsibility for pointing it out.”
“I apologize if this has bothered you, but there’s no need to correct it.”
“But, I must look unladylike, don’t I? I’ve looked at myself in the mirror many tis, but I can’t really figure it myself. I know this may be troubleso, but I would like Your Highness to take a look at…”
Arnold sighed as Rishe rattled on.
“It seems that my words aren’t enough…”
“Eh?”
A black gloved hand caught Rishe’s wrist.
Arnold stared straight at her and said without looking away.
“――You’re beautiful, so I’m telling you to leave it. Don’t fix it.”
“….!”
Rishe swallowed.
After a mont of almost making a funny mistake, she rembered the context of the conversation. The actual aning of what Arnold was trying to say ca down like a thunderbolt.
My stance?!!!!
She imdiately straightened her back.
Arnold took his hand away from Rishe’s and spoke in his usual tone.
“Don’t keep thinking of trivial matters such as disgracing . You just have to act like yourself.”
“But…”
“The people in the banquet hall won’t realize that your stance is that of a swordsman. You can be sure I’m the only one who can.”
“…Oh, r-really?”
“Yeah. So don’t force yourself to bend the beauty of what you’ve lived and gained so far just because you’re the Crown Princess. “
Since he phrased it that way, even Rishe had no choice but to nod obediently.
“Then, I will continue to behave as a swordsman in a dignified manner …”
“Pfft.”
Arnold’s expression softened with satisfaction.
“That’s great.”
You don’t have to sound so patronizing!!!
Unable to say what was on her mind, Rishe sat down on the couch nervously. They would have to wait here for a little while longer before the evening party started.
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