Formerly, The Fallen Daughter of the Duke

68. Royalty of the Great Powers

“Vik, I just got a letter from His Royal Highness Asberto!

Vique looks complicated by Claire’s words and expression, which can create misunderstandings.

“… what are you looking forward to”

Unaware of Veek’s expression, Claire takes the letter out of her desk drawer and comes to him with bouncing footsteps. And he didn’t vacate between defenselessly and sat possumly on the couch.

Soon, Vik was starting to come from the doorway of the outhouse, not from the window.

When Claire is enjoying a chat with Dion after dinner, it’s decided and Vique is coming. In the beginning, it’s the usual trend for the three of us to enjoy the conversation. In the end, Dion can leave with care.

“Look! Looks like Nicolas is having a good time. He said he was also appointed vice chairman with the support of a large number of students at the student council…. That’s right.”

Vik sees the letter that Claire spreads happily. A week after Nicolas studied abroad. That was the first update from Asberto sent since Nicola studied abroad.

“Will His Highness Asberto always send you such a long letter”

Vike tries not to be funny and turns his hand around Claire’s shoulder sitting next to him. Sadly snatching the letter as it was with his spinning hand, he glanced at Claire and peered into the letter.

The number of letters is 7 or 8. When in hand, it’s obviously solid thick.

“… it’s special this time. You’ve written so much about Nicolas.”

Claire blushed her cheeks at the sudden approaching, her voice diminished. And I was just a little sorry that I accidentally sat between them unattended.

Vike doesn’t hug or kiss Claire, he just naturally holds her in his arms.

He hasn’t been around for a while since he put his thoughts through it, but now it’s something I’m totally used to. I even feel like I’m enjoying the look on Claire’s face, who seems embarrassed these days.

“But you sure are all about Nicolas. Besides, I’m almost complimented.”

“It would be. It’s not much for His Highness Asberto to praise people so far.”

Though he knows him well, Claire tries to stop. When Veek burned the grill any more, I somehow didn’t feel like it would do me any good.

“By the way, is it time for Miss Charlotte to have her christening ceremony”

Claire is relieved that Veek has taken nature and conversation in a different direction, while feeling depressed by the question.

“… Yep. Soon, but Nicolas will have fine protection, and I think it’s okay to consider the difference in magic.”

For the first time in my life I was not given shelter for diplomatic etiquette, but this time Nicola, who is in the Noston Country, is an international student. It didn’t seem to be a problem when it came to Nicola’s safety.

“Right…. There’s nothing so far that would inspire Miss Charlotte to run wild. Don’t worry.”

In a calm low voice, Veek said, stroking Claire’s head pounding.

―――――

“Miss Nicola, are you in any trouble?”

Student club room after a day of classes. To Asberto’s inquiry, Nicola takes her eyes off the paperwork in her hand, tilts her neck and smiles.

“Nothing. Thank you so much for always caring.”

About a month after coming to the Royal College of Aristocracy in Noston Country. Nicola had achieved exactly what Claire and Asberto had hoped for.

The grades are top notch. He also served as vice president of the Student Council, and Nicolas was building an absolute position, coupled with admiration for the royal family of the Great Power and Puffett from other noble sons and daughters.

In the Royal School of the Paft Country, the rampage was noticeable due to the sentiment of wanting to be good to Vik – not wanting to keep other courtiers close, but I don’t have a cousin here.

Sometimes Nicola’s head was planted with a diagram called ‘International Student-Clair’, and she was an exemplary lady herself.

“Really? If you have any problems, I will always consult you.”

Asberto smiles back at Nicola too.

“Dear Asberto, You’re off tomorrow, so you’ll be back at the royal palace! I’ll come to the office before the Queen’s education, as usual! Look at the dress you’ll be wearing at the night club after next week’s baptism.”

Apparently, Charlotte feels something in the gentle conversation between Asberto and Nicola, interrupting the conversation on a topic that has no context.

“… i (…) t (…) also (…) t (…) ri (…)?”

Charlotte doesn’t realize that Asbert’s brow has risen in a grumpy mood.

“The Royal Palace,” “The Queen’s Education,” “The First Prince’s Office,” and “The Dress to Wear at the Night Club After Baptism” were all mounting words from Charlotte to Nicolas, but Nicolas, himself royal, did not move at all. On the contrary, point the unexpected gaze at Charlotte.

“Speaking of which, Mr. Charlotte is educated by the Queen.”

“Yes! I’m Asberto’s fiancée.”

“… If you don’t try harder, the wedding won’t last forever.”

“Dear Nicolas, what do you mean!… Dear Asberto.”

With a tight gaze at Charlotte, Asberto pretends to be only unaware in the guise of the wind obsessed with the paperwork. However, if, on the contrary, Charlotte had made a stabbing remark to Nicola, she was listening to me to help Nicola.

Nicolas was trying to stand and behave like Claire unconsciously, but my strength grew up against the background of the royalty of a great power is real.

Charlotte’s aversions and tantrums about trying to do it elegantly if she’s a regular courtier also make her beat back and wolf perfectly. That was the back story behind Nicolas’s gathering of support from other ladies at the Royal College of Aristocrats.

Fluffy cheeks, a charming voice on the asperto, Nicolas with a twinkle and without me involved. And Asberto, who loses his fiancée in front.

And Salomon, who was pulling a step back and observing the three of them, was about to blow out without even a pattern.

“… already. I beg your pardon!

Gatan, and Nicola asks Asberto as she makes a loud noise and stands up her chair, looking sideways at Charlotte, who opens the door abusively and exits the student council room.

“His Highness Asberto. Is Master Charlotte really all right? Today, according to a friend of mine, we’re launching something called the” Kick Nicolas Out of the Noston Nation. ”

“What!

Asberto was always polite to Nicolas, the royal family of the great powers, but he roughed up words to shocking reports.

Nicola answers the suddenly changed tone asbelt neatly, but with plenty of room not to be understood.

“By the way, there’s nothing wrong with that in itself. Don’t worry, my back shield is powerful, and if you have to, you can easily twist it down.”

“… sorry for the disturbance…. but Miss Nicolas, isn’t it actually something you don’t like to see?”

The serenity from Asberto’s expression had disappeared until just now, with a sense of urgency. There were no more men of the same generation around Nicolas, accustomed to all figures since he was a little girl, than her, with the exception of Vik and her brothers. For this reason, it was fresh to see Asberto, the prince of another country, worrying about himself.

“… especially”

“… that’s good. As a matter of fact, before Miss Nicolas came to this country, Charlotte tried to resign from this college by turning her back on a warrant that didn’t suit her.”

Salomon tunes in to an asperto that speaks sighingly.

“That was pretty brilliant manipulation with that one, though. But no matter how much the Martino lady does, you do it often even though you haven’t finished the baptism ceremony.”

Nicola doesn’t hide her discomfort from the two people who talk as if they were other personnel.

“… Brother Veek… No, it seems to me that the Paft Country is at heart in building friendship with the Noston Country. Of all the foreign countries, Noston is the country that now attaches the greatest importance to relations. And yet, how much would the royal family benefit, is she not too anxious in Her Majesty the future Queen?”

Asberto sees her and Salomon solidifies to Nicolas, who lightly speaks of their greatest anxiety.

Sure, you’re right.

Nicola, who had finished her work light that day, went back to the dormitory when she greeted Asberto and Salomon. There’s an unspeakable air between the two of us left in the student council room.

“Miss Claire heard that Master Nicolas said she looked like Miss Charlotte. That’s completely different. Rather, to Miss Claire…”

“Right. Sure, similar.”

Asberto’s eyes, who so affirms, had a different sentiment in mind than his reverence for the royalty of a great power with confusion.