Who would have thought there would be such a day...
Elsa stood dazedly at the entrance.
The palace gates were solemn and majestic, covered in intricate carved patterns, as if every brick and tile had been ticulously polished, giving people a feeling of 'having arrived at an extraordinary place'.
Elsa never imagined that one day she would be able to set foot in this unfamiliar domain.
After verifying the authenticity of the wax-sealed invitation letters held by the young ladies, the soldiers in white silver armor, with tallic boots clinking, lowered their crossed lances, allowing the two to enter. They greeted them with the highest etiquette, equal to eting direct royal family mbers.
Treating invited guests as equals to the hosts—this was the palace's hospitality protocol, which all subordinates and attendants were to follow.
"An attendant will be arranged shortly to guide you. Please wait here for a mont."
The assigned attendant was not only a guide but also a monitor.
Within the palace, outside visitors would not be allowed to move freely.
The palace's security was naturally more important than the guests' personal freedom.
"Thank you for your assistance."
She spoke with a smile on her made-up crimson lips.
How impressive...
Elsa watched in awe, unable to help but exclaim inwardly.
Brief yet proper social exchanges, every gesture exuding an elegant aura.
She looked just like a true Young Miss of high society.
No, no, no... Evie is a true lady of high society!
Having spent so much ti together, Elsa had almost forgotten this original setting.
Unlike herself, Yvonne was originally from this world.
Because Elsa was worried about making mistakes due to unfamiliarity with etiquette, the task of social interaction fell to Yvonne.
Her braided hair was tied back, adorned with garnet hairpins, and sapphire earrings hung by her ears.
Wearing a dark formal dress, her posture was upright, giving an unapproachable impression, like a blooming rose with thorns. She ford a stark contrast with Elsa.
Standing there, she presented a unique scenery.
Even attending the highest-level banquet would be entirely appropriate for her.
"...Please restrain your gaze a bit."
With the attendant walking in front of them, Yvonne spoke in a lowered voice, reminding Elsa with so helplessness,
"Don't look at
with such an incredulous expression... I've just changed clothes, not beco a different person. Is it really that surprising?"
"Evie is so beautiful today!"
"Don't just casually say such frivolous things! Really..."
She complained softly with a slightly reddened face.
Although saying this, as a woman, it was impossible to truly dislike being complinted, especially by soone she liked.
Even such a perfect Young Miss would show a flustered side in front of Elsa when complinted.
It's just too cute~~~
Did I perhaps save the world in my previous life?
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Michel used her authority as the heir to the throne to summon the two into the palace.
Now that they were affiliated with a magic association, summoning two young mages was more legitimate than summoning two commoners.
"You've co? Welco... You both look very beautiful today... Thank you for accepting the invitation..."
Seeing the two again, she seed rather tired.
The blonde girl, hugging a silk pillow, sat cross-legged on the ground, speaking with a faint voice, presenting a sickly beauty.
Even in this state, she still complinted their attire, which was quite 'gentlemanly'.
"Your Highness Michel... You don't seem to be in good condition?"
"What's wrong?"
"Oh my, is it that obvious?"
...It feels like she's already very skilled at 'playing' the role of a woman.
Even her speech particles had completely changed to feminine ones, as well as her manner of speaking.
It took so effort for the two to finally find out why Michel was feeling unwell, and they both breathed a sigh of relief:
"...So it's your nstrual period."
"Please don't say it out loud~~~~!!"
Michel was on the verge of crying,
This was extrely embarrassing for Michel. Having been a man until recently, and now experiencing nstruation that only won have!
"Ugh... I never knew nstrual pain could be so uncomfortable."
Lower abdominal pain, aching waist and knees, physical fatigue... Having lived as a male for over 16 years, this was the first ti Michel physically experienced the hardships of being a woman.
"Ah, I understand, I understand."
Yvonne nodded, deeply sympathetic.
Seeing her in such discomfort, she asked the female servants to prepare so hot drinks.
"Honey and milk... heated together?"
"Yes, drinking this should provide so relief."
The steaming hot honey milk, prepared according to Yvonne's instructions, was quickly served.
The forr prince had now completely transford into a delicate lady.
"Ah... my stomach feels warm... The pain has indeed eased quite a bit!"
Michel exclaid, her pale complexion improving noticeably.
"Mm-hmm... When you're uncomfortable during your period, you should drink sothing warm. Oh... Next ti I'll bring you so brown sugar, alright?"
Yvonne had already accepted that Michel would maintain this state. This feeling of having a female friend made Yvonne feel particularly good.
"By the way... where's Sirucy? How co we haven't seen her today?"
In the past, Sirucy would have already popped out from sowhere, clamoring to play with them.
However, today there was no sign of her at all, which was very strange.
Hearing Yvonne ntion Sirucy, Michel held her head as if in pain.
"That child... Her Majesty discovered her recent unauthorized excursions from the palace."
"Ah, this..."
"So she's been confined to her quarters until before the birthday banquet."
Yvonne showed an awkward yet polite smile.
"That's quite..."
She took out the prepared gifts.
"I brought so small items that Sirucy might like, but it seems I won't be able to give them to her personally. Your Highness, please trouble you to pass them on for ."
Receiving the gifts for her sister from her childhood friend, Michel showed a sowhat lancholic expression.
"Yvonne... Is there no gift for ?"
They were, after all, once engaged, and Michel still hoped she would see her as soone special.
With her body now female, her behavioral mode had also beco that of a girl. She half-touched Yvonne's hand, trying to move closer.
"—I've brought a piece of information for Your Highness."
Elsa tily intervened between the two, not allowing Michel's alarmingly natural gesture to take advantage of the situation.
"...Information?"
Michel didn't understand Elsa's aning.
"Regarding Miss Fillo."
"!!"
Hearing this na, she imdiately perked up.
"...Have you found her?!"
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