“C-Cold…”
The morning training grounds were swept by a wintry wind.
I hugged myself, shivering.
Haa… I’ve always been sensitive to the cold since my previous life, so this is really getting to me…
“Fufu, you’ll warm up quickly if you move your body.”
“Y-Yeah, I know that, but…”
I shrugged at Sandra, who giggled.
“Wahahaha! Prince Harold, you’re pathetic to be bothered by this little bit of cold! Here! Toughen up your body by rubbing it with a towel like this!”
“Whoa!?”
Lord Drake, who was at the Royal Palace early as usual, was trying to take off my training clothes!?
And, like, stop it in front of Sandra!?
“Here! One, two! Three, four!”
“Ugh…”
I was forcibly stripped to the waist, my face bright red with embarrassment as I rubbed my body.
But, you know…
“Haa… Haa… Lord Drake… This is a truly wonderful training method…!”
Sandra’s Sapphire Eyes sparkled as she stared intently at my… body. And she was breathing really heavily.
What to do? I feel like my favorite fiancée is becoming more and more of a pervert.
“…Young Lady, shall I prepare a painter?”
“! That’s why Monica is the best. Please arrange it immediately.”
“Understood.”
Thanks to Monica saying something unnecessary, things were about to go in a strange direction. Please have mercy.
I’m already skinny and scrawny, so if I’m made into a painting, I’ll definitely die of embarrassment.
“S-Speaking of which, the New Year Celebration is coming up soon.”
Trying to change the subject even a little, I brought up that topic.
In the Dehauvalz Kingdom, the Royal Family hosts a Celebration Party every year on New Year’s Day.
I’m actually really looking forward to it this year, too, because I was able to participate with Sandra and make lots of fun memories.
“Yes! I’ve been eagerly awaiting the upcoming Celebration Party!”
Sandra clasped her hands together, her expression radiant.
Alright, it seems like the idea of calling a painter to draw me naked has been blown away nicely, just as I hoped.
“Since we’re here, Young Lady, why don’t you consult Prince Harold about that matter?”
“Y-Yes, that’s right…”
Sandra’s face turned bright red at Monica’s words.
What could she want to talk to me about…?
“W-Well, I was thinking of having a new dress made for the upcoming Celebration, but, um…”
Sandra fidgeted with her fingers, looking up at my face.
Her gestures, different from usual, were so cute. I want to call a painter and paint her right now… wait, I had the same idea as Sandra.
“Prince Harold. The Young Lady wants to have matching outfits with you.”
“Eh!? I was going to say that!?”
Sandra couldn’t help but raise her voice, her line stolen by Monica. She was even cuter like that. Good job, Monica.
“Of course, I’d love to! Rather, I want to wear matching clothes with you too!”
“! R-Really! I’m so glad…”
Sandra blushed and smiled happily, making me want to have endless bowls of white rice.
“Then, after today’s Special Training, let’s go to the tailor in the Royal Capital right away. Monica, can I leave it to you?”
“Leave it to me. I’ll arrange for the best designer in the Royal Capital.”
Yeah, I’m getting more and more excited about the Celebration.
“…Monica, don’t forget the painter, okay?”
“Of course.”
Unfortunately, my fiancée remembered it properly. Damn it.
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“Fufu… I’m looking forward to it.”
We were in a carriage, heading to the tailor shop owned by Madam Angela Selway, the best designer in the Royal Capital.
By the way, my Sandra was in a great mood because we were going to have matching dresses made.
“That’s right. Should we have Caz get an outfit made too, since we’re here?”
“Ehh… I’m fine. If I wear clothes, I won’t be able to groom myself.”
It seemed Caz wasn’t very interested.
In my previous life, owners would dress up their cats, so I thought it was okay, but maybe it’s just unnecessary meddling from the cat’s perspective.
“Everyone, it seems we have arrived…”
Monica hesitated, looking at the building from the carriage window.
That was definitely Madam Selway’s tailor shop, but there was a carriage parked there… and.
“That is…”
I see, no wonder Monica was hesitant.
That carriage had the Dehauvalz Royal Family crest. That meant someone from the Royalty had come to this tailor shop for the same purpose as us.
“It’s strange… Normally, Royalty wouldn’t bother coming here and would just summon the designer to the Royal Palace…”
As Sandra said, all the Royalty summon designers when they have clothes made.
This time, I also had the purpose of having matching outfits made with Sandra, and more than anything, I wanted to enjoy the feeling of a date, so I came here by carriage like this, but usually, we have designers who are affiliated with the Royal Palace come to us.
So, who was at Madam Selway’s tailor shop…?
“Prince Harold, what shall we do?”
“Hmm…”
Now, what to do?
We came all the way here with Sandra, and there’s no need to worry about other Royalty, so I think it’s fine to go into the store as is, but if it’s Wilfred who’s there, it would ruin the mood.
I could have Monica check who’s there, but if we were seen by them, that would be troublesome in its own way… wait.
“Sandra?”
“Lord Hal, let’s go. Even if that scum is here as a customer, it’s enough for us not to engage with him.”
“Y-Yeah…”
Since Sandra, who hates Wilfred the most, said so, I have no objections.
We got out of the carriage and entered the store.
“Oh… if it isn’t Harold.”
“Mother, the Queen…”
The customer was Margaret Well Dehauvalz, the First Queen of the Dehauvalz Kingdom… my mother.
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