It was not long before Johanna climbed the castle giving birth to her second child.

As one of the nanny candidates, he was climbing the castle to see the second queen of his pregnancy.

(Whatever it is, you're going to be chosen as a nanny. My husband and children will be eaten up by the financial situation as it is in my house...)

The first time I stepped into the rear palace, I was surrounded by strange silence. At the same time as the sophisticated atmosphere, the traditional building, as it was shadowed at the time of architecture, seeps through some bottom-cold loneliness.

The house of the second queen, the palace, caught one eye in its heavy royal palace building.

The exterior walls and interiors are perfectly polished by people's hands, and a hobby of first-class items is gathered up to every step of the way.

The spicy interiors, arranged without a thread on the gold, seem to breathe back only in this palace, as if it were at the height of the royal palace built.

Many traditional nobles, including the faction of the righteous queen, had already tried to narrow their authority in this era. The roots of the blood muscles of the royal marquis are not in this country, many of which are in landlocked neighboring countries.

The period of effective control of this country by the Gentile nobles lasted a long time, but its authority is not, of course, eternal, nor is its connection to its neighbors as stone stone as it was in the old days.

It must be the indigenous millionaires against the backdrop of economic power and the desire of the people to take their place in the times ahead.

daughter of its steep vanguard, the Kasha clan. The second queen, Lady Kasha, has already eaten even into the royal palace.

It is the opinion of Johanna's relatives that the end-of-life lineage of traditional aristocrats like Johanna will no longer survive unless it rubs off into power at all times.

"Viscountess Schulde. You're very young, though I've heard of the second birth this time."

Johanna, who had not thought she would suddenly meet the Second Lady herself at the first ascent, had been passed behind the palace to the Queen's private room to make her eyes black and white.

A skinny woman appeared from the back room as Johanna was not hesitating to be seated in a fuzzy bench.

I knew who it was right away. Because there is only one woman in this royal palace with a big belly. Johanna stood up in a hurry and thanked her subordinate.

Second princess! yourself, this person)

The skinny lady, Second Lady Berta Kasha, seemed concerned about the young of the nanny candidate as she glanced at Johanna and smiled familiarly.

"I am eighteen years old. I was married to the Schulde family three years ago, and I gave birth last year, this year and beyond."

It was a pre-assumed conversation because age was one of the anxiety elements of whether or not Johanna would be selected as a nanny.

"You're younger than any of my maids."

Lady Kasha, who had first seen her, looked calmer than her real age, which she had heard was twenty years old.

Is it because he's tall? She was tall for a woman, and at the same time she was terribly skinny. Only for that matter was abdominal swelling noticeable, seemingly absorbing all the nourishment of a thin body.

However, Lady Kasha even looked stubborn during such a snoring period of pregnancy.

Rich, lustrous dark hair is loosely tied and rippled to take advantage of the strong habitual hair of the hair. The ceramically smooth skin brightened her complexion, and both the neat nose beam and shadowy eyelashes colored the facial shape well.

Would her appearance be too compelling to apply to the general conditions of beauty?

It is a woman like Her Royal Highness, the current king, who most embodies the conditions of the beauty of this era. A body with thin pigmented hair, skin, and soft curved beauty for a delicate and crisp appearance that drives the craving for asylum.

By Johanna's criteria, it was clear that Lady Kasha was not a woman familiar with this royal palace.

But she must be a woman considered beautiful in the cultural area to which she belongs.

Lady Kasha had a compelling elegance just to make her think so, and would Johanna have often been seen by her?

Lady Kasha did not immediately chase Johanna back, although she cared that she was too young, but when she recommended a seat in the bench, she entertained her as a close friend, with sweets and tea.

"Though in my home, the babies of the nanny and the children of the master grow together. I heard here that nanny kids can't live together."

"In a Viscount son like us, he has a different identity. Prince, you will not serve the princess directly."

Being a nanny would normally serve the main family child for life. My child is second to none.

"Then you'll miss me, too. I can't believe I'm living away from my newborn child."

"I'm ready. My grandmother told me about my responsibilities and I grew up with them."

Johanna's grandmother had a background as a royal nanny in the past, and naturally Lady Kasha would know that. This time, Johanna was a candidate at this young age, and she has a proven family record.

Lady Kasha lowered her voice only a little after a painfully unfloating face.

"I can't live with you. But I can get you home a few times a month."

"Oh, that's..."

Unable to keep up with the rapid development of the story, Johanna says. Even though I don't know if I'll be hired in the first place.

"Unofficially, of course. They say there are famous tea leaves in the Viscount Schulde territory. You know, I really like that tea, and I'm going to tell you to be selfish and ask you to go under the castle for a drink about twice a month."

There were questions that I was prepared to answer when asked about my feelings about being a nanny and the virtues of milking.

However, I do not envisage such a situation. I have no idea what the right answer is as a nanny.

(Your Ladyship is beyond your control. I wonder why nobody stops the samurai, nobody understands this noble culture)

"... that will not happen, Nanny will not be away for a moment, she is your servant to serve. I'm afraid I won't starve your son while you're away."

"It's okay. Something I give my own milk too. So your role is only auxiliary"

To Lady Kasha, who said even more absurdly, Johanna was stunned. Upper-class women don't do things like milk themselves, like go down. Does she understand what hiring a nanny for?

Lady Kasha sees Johanna like that and now she's in a good mood.

"Though I also thought about looking for a nanny from the Petra, the easiest to move in this royal palace would be an ancient samurai aristocratic lady like you"

Johanna, her husband and relatives are going to bet on this Petra princess, no matter what the situation is ahead if they hire her.

Johanna must accompany her hopes. With the wishes of her biological mother, she is liked to serve her children and acquires a cornerstone position as a servant.

"Mrs. Schulde? I want people who are as clumsy as possible to be nannies. Whatever happens, I'd prefer someone loving to be on this kid's side. That's why you're so emotional and you care about your family."

"Yes, it's an honor for you to say,"

I knew it, but I couldn't help but deplore the difficulty for this royal palace of putting myself in a position of close involvement with the queen of Gentiles.

"Yes, it's nice to meet a good nanny."

That's what she said. She already had the face of an affectionate mother trying to protect my child, who was not even born yet.