42 [4] Tyrants

Prince Louis has recently become a good speaker of words.

Of course he emits the most, or whatever, the word that calls Berta, his mother.

"Hey, hey, hey."

He immediately calls his mother hysterically when he is fierce against the johanna and samurai he takes care of.

"Do it!! Oh, come on."

"Prince. I'll see your mother when you get dressed"

"Do it!!!!

"Yes, yes, let's get dressed here"

Next to Johanna being completely defenceless, she dresses him with a tricky hand with a handsome lady who is used to rumbling.

A samurai by the name of Emma, more than once older than Johanna, was one of the most believing bellies of their master Berta.

Emma is of unknown age and Johanna has no idea how old she is.

Previously, when I asked her how she was used to caring for toddlers, she used to say, "I'm changing Berta's funeral, too," but I think that's just a lie.

Louis, groaned when Emma forced him to change his clothes, hits Johanna and groans to tell her to just take him to her mother.

"It helped me this morning. Emma."

"No, I don't mind if I bring you the prince."

Prince Louis nostalgic for his nanny, Johanna, but he doesn't listen to me at all. Humans around the palace, including Johanna herself, had given up early on on on this.

It's not that I'm unwilling, but there's something about being unsuitable for people.

Leaving it to the samurai after, Johanna held the prince up. The prince is silently clinging to Johanna, as he decided not to speak another word until he was allowed to see her mother.

"Prince, let's come say hello to your mother in the morning."

Heading to Berta's living room in the same palace, you were still in the midst of a rushed morning schedule. Apparently His Majesty the King was still in need this morning.

It would have seemed that the prince could have met your father a little earlier.

"Aah!!!! Eh."

When he saw his mother indoors, the prince shouted with fever.

Berta rushes in as far as the shedding goes, holding him in jeopardy. Her slender arms supported the weight of a toddler who grew heavier and heavier every day.

"Louis, what's wrong? Good morning."

"Do it!"

"Ya?

Even if Berta burns the care out of hand, the prince would grumble with it, but he doesn't like to be long away from his mother now anyway. The prince looked sweet in your mother's arms.

"Yay. Together, I"

"Together. Okay, we'll take a nap together when we get back."

When she returns, Johanna realizes the reason for her indoor haste with what Berta said.

It wasn't just late in the morning, she seemed to refrain from going out.

"Are you going out somewhere in the morning?

"Yeah, they're calling the city's chamber of commerce."

Their husband has been busy lately.

The feeling of the capital moving is something I'm not sure about for Johanna, a generation that has never experienced transitional capital.

But I imagine it's a tough job, so I know why Berta is so busy being involved in that phase as Her Highness the Queen.

"Rubbing each other about the next inspection"

"You've been busy here."

Though Johanna and the others can understand her busy schedule, there is no way that two years old and a little prince can understand her yet.

Berta spent a small amount of time dealing with my child and gently put him back in Johanna's arms.

"I'm sorry, Louis. 'Cause I'll be right back."

"Master Berta. Right now, please."

Johanna just received the prince and tried to send Berta out before the prince noticed.

"Then I asked for it later, Johanna."

Johanna nodded mysteriously as she decided to get ready to accompany the prince's eclampsia so sick of it after this.