49 [11] Sleeping Morning

That one was spoiled by Yayer, and the morning after it met a scattered eye, Berta noticed it on her sleeping table awake alone.

One way or the other, it was over there that brought up the daytime story in the bedroom.

Still, Berta was so clumsy that she couldn't fix it up to the part where she had to hide it, so Harold forgave me for the boulder.

"... there's nothing but futile elements. Me."

Or the very fact that you can be forgiven and loosen your pursuit hand is already evidence that this one has so much to hide over there.

What are you doing? Still outside in the morning on this, you have to interact with conservatives and northern factions in front of him and behave with a strange face. It's only funny if you think calmly.

"Wake up soon."

Berta is surprised because the samurai who came to assist her in getting up was a rare face.

"Emma."

She encouraged Berta to wake up as she disliked the way she was used to sleeping.

"What about Louis this morning?

"I've been awake for a long time and I'm done for. Your Majesty is home, too. She told me to let her sleep until she woke up."

"Ugh... yes"

She had recently become almost like Louis' exclusive, not Berta's, so it was oddly fresh to be burned to look after her like this.

Emma asked how Berta was doing.

"What are you depressed about?

The samurai respond very pale recently accustomed to such a normalized morning. Maybe that's also taken care not to embarrass Berta.

"Nothing. I'm not depressed"

Berta tries to be tough to try.

Emma stripped Berta of her bedding quite carelessly and nearly put on her daytime costume. I'll wear it myself if you ask me, but isn't she mistaken for Louis?

"... depressed. I'm too wasted."

Harold is - I think he's basically a gentleman, regardless of how he behaved like last night.

The figure of his former wife glimpsed behind the fact that a man who was supposed to be allowed to behave in whatever manner he did, no matter what he did, was gentle with some sideliness.

Marguerite could have been to him, for a long time, a being capable of loving without a multiplication. Marguerite was, in some ways, a princess of a darker lineage to be respected than Harold himself, in the continental central society.

How honestly did a man with the religious morality of just loving one wife love her and have a beautiful relationship?

"Are you seriously troubled? Though I thought you and Your Majesty have been doing quite well lately."

I'm sure Berta still can't accept everything Harold feels about to turn to Berta this time.

I am worried about the way I interact with a man who is also a king and my husband. I'm sure he even observes on the side of the sober monarch how much Berta stops by the royal family and builds his standing.

"Come on. Serious. Or, commonplace."

It's something I hear a lot about ancient times and now.

Berta felt like standing alone all the time in the middle of the road that everyone would pass. I'm stuck in a relationship between my fiancée and my birth house.

Berta, temporarily losing her confidence to the extreme in the face of her own lack of clarity she didn't know, was working a little too hard on her imagination.

"I feel sorry for your father, who had to leave the fate of the South to me."

What would my father have done if Berta had been completely contacted by her fiancée and trusted Harold with all her heart to divulge whatever information she knew as Kasha's bitch?

My husband is supposed to be moving in the worst case scenario.

On second thought, striking a very frightening gavel, the samurai gently builds herself up without consoling Berta.

"You don't need to be held in anything. To put it to the polar theory, the princess is only here as Prince Louis' mother to do the least."

"... very polar."

With his daughter-in-law giving birth to the boy in the house, Berta had already finished playing the biggest role she should have.

I understand that I still have a duty to make money with him, but I don't know if I have one boy, but in this day and age, it's a cloud muddy difference in appreciation for my daughter-in-law.

(I can't even imitate Louis' presence as a hostage to protect the South from His Majesty)

Belta may or may not be expected to resort to any undesirable arbitrary queen's attitude, but if Harold and his interests are in complete conflict.

Since he decided to live in this house called the Royal Family, the presence of his son Louis could often be a trump card for Berta.

Oh, and his voice calling Berta out of tongue lately is loving. Louis' desire for a biological mother more than anyone else in the neighborhood even gives him a troubled seizure when he wants to stay with Berta.

But couldn't you have loved Louis more purely before? Leaving it to the surroundings to be treated that way, Berta is afraid that she will just start to see him as a heir to the country.

"It's great because I had a baby."

Whether she thought Berta's question was solitary or self-evident, Emma did not receive a response.

(It's great. If there is no inheritance, the house is doomed)

But whose, what kind of handle is that? No matter what Berta did, it doesn't mean she did a difficult feat.

That was the fate, I was just lucky.

It was about that extent, and if Berta hadn't given birth, one day Marguerite's maid might have given birth.

Or it could have been a woman like Nina.

Berta still didn't love him enough to be able to delude herself into destiny with her husband, Harold.