50 [12] Its capital

in New Capital Candidate Vawela

In a vast plain as far as I could see, the city - rather than the town - seemed to be spreading small settlements on a scale that seemed better said.

Laying in a quiet settlement, through a cobbled boulevard, the carriage stopped through an incorrectly placed and daunting gate.

Nestled in the heart of that town, the detached palace was more modern and spectacular than any other building imagined.

"... there's a royal palace."

Berta squeaked so unexpectedly at the sight that spread in front of her.

A square of sufficient size, likely to withstand the holding of all festivals and ceremonies. Built to surround it is a sophisticated grand palace in a symmetrical style.

She was just overwhelmed on such a scale that she couldn't get an overall view of this building while standing directly in front of it.

"This is the Elliwelal outhouse, now used as a royal temple."

The king and his wife, who had disembarked from the carriage, were greeted by the king's proximity, who had arrived earlier.

Sergio adds a commentary to Berta, who has a pompous mouth open.

Berta watched the outhouse for a while as Harold moved out busily when he arrived.

"... No, it would be strange"

I lurk my voice once and whine alone.

"Why is it so extravagant to leave the house for dead men rather than the royal palace where the living king lives?"

I don't know what it means or what purpose to build so many palaces and just let them play for their use as temples.

I have heard that it was two generations ago when I counted now that I began building the outer palace, in the place of Harold's grandfather King.

Disgruntled at the architect he held at the time, his grandfather, King, summoned a prestigious architect from another country and commissioned an architecture of immense out-of-house and composite elements - it's easy to say.

Until now, Berta had never realized, as knowledge, that the current royal family was on a slope and yang compared to its full season.

It hurts like it is this time.

Berta simply did not know the signs of a full season of glorious power.

A few months ago. Berta was actually frankly surprised when she was first asked about transitional capital.

(Oh no. How much does it cost to move on a capital scale...)

Born and raised in the ancient capital of Meseta since history, Berta was unfamiliar with the concept of transitional capital. I vaguely felt that it was something that I would spend my life rooted in the land where I was born or married.

However, some of them did convince me when I heard explanations from the people later.

As Queen Wang had also said at an earlier meeting, the proposal on transitional capital seemed to have continued to emerge from the reign of the former king.

"The current king's capital, D'Arago, is old in structure and the whole town is narrow"

Wang Capital - I was never aware of the name of the capital because it was just called Wang Capital until the topic of transition capital came up, but the traditional Wang Capital - a city called Darago - is a natural factor surrounding the three sides of the river.

'Leaving the capital in D'Arago is making it harder to develop and expand now'

In old times, the protection surrounded by water was robust. Today, however, the rationale for its topography is hampering the development of cities.

"Is the king's capital narrow as it is now?

Berta hit Sergio with a number of questions that were dropped by to explain after the meeting.

It was only recently that he and Berta were involved, but Sergio always returned a partial reply to Berta's questions.

It's narrow.

His wording itself was as succinct as it was transgressive, but it was not an attitude of a kind that took lightly the person he was talking to or that he was not honest in his response.

Berta doesn't hate this man, who is near her husband's side.

'The urban population has grown in recent years, and instead, the land tenure of the wealthy, including merchants, has increased. The general public in urban areas is packed together in a narrow long house like a pigshack'

Originally he probably looks soft and soft, but he always looks overworked when Berta sees him. I've never seen the neighborhood disappear under its eyes.

Sergio's eye neighborhood seemed to survive even under the open skies of the Vauera inspection.

"Thank you for your time on the move, Your Highness. A guard will guide you to your quarters in the outhouse."

This time it is also a troublesome inspection of coordination, taking the king himself, the nobles, and other wealthy merchants of the king's capital. The burden of a practitioner like them would be considerable, albeit for a very short period of time.

"Once I'm in my room and ready, I'd like to come to the royal temple."

"Feel free. I'll take you to your room later."

My stay is scheduled for a few days, and I have quite a few plans after tomorrow. Berta wanted to do something important soon.

Everything was elegant, both the decoration and the flow lines, in the living room created for when the queen stayed in this detached house.

The samurai and the ladies brought in, when they let Berta sit in the long chair of the room to rest, busily begin the indoor inspection.

"... it's a wonderful outhouse."

"Of course, it can't be like this if you're going to live there. Once you've finished the interior and polished every corner, you'll have enough support."

They seemed very floating.

"Right. Now, my palace in the royal palace was given to me when I entered as Second Lady. … First, the Royal Castle itself is too narrow compared to here"

Now is the time to get used to it, but Berta was remembering her initial impression of entering the present royal castle.

- A plain, qualitative stone castle.

The founding of the royal castle in D'Arago is old. Before the ascent of the present royal family, the times date back to the previous dynasty of the period of the War of the Restoration of the Land.

It sounds good when it comes to heavy, spectacularly built buildings, but in a position like the small tall mountain castle, there is no further development.

This form of robust castle also had certain advantages in times of war, and its fortitude in protection would have been fascinating.

Today, however, the meaning is diminished.

War is no longer premised on a cage castle. First, if it's time for small nations to indulge each other, it's time to let the royal castle invade to the point of being besieged, it's time to lose the battle in modern times.

'Times are changing the way the royal palace is. The royal palace for His Majesty and His Highness's new age should be an open, beautiful, culturally necessary palace'.

was Sergio's high theory, but it was certainly a plausible story.

While I was taking a breath, an out-of-house janitor came over from Sergio.

"The sun will fall soon, and our outhouse will be cold at night. I know it's better to wear thick clothes before you come."

"Right, the temple looks particularly cold. Something to weave. Nina."

Berta offers support to Nina, the woman who seemed to have the most free hands.

Turning her gaze, she still looked uncommonly indoors with a frightened face. I heard the janitor at once, and it was good to work on unloading in a rushed motion.

The trick was terrible.

A pair of glamorous samurai got their hands on it, and in the end another samurai found the costume box she was looking for.

Isalia, who nominated her as her educator, seemed to wish she would have to scold the impossible junior later, and Nina is getting smaller in the shadow of Isalia as she seems sorry.

However, to Berta, who watched from the side, Nina's intentions were clear.

(... no. She's not unable to work, she's just lazy)

Nina obviously had a star where her shoulder hanging was.

If I cursorily moved my hand on it and deceived it, there was a look like a senior-in-law would be interrupting me and burning my care.

"Nina, I gave Nina my orders."

It was because of these seemingly permeable little cunning that Berta doesn't like this kid one thing right now, or that she doesn't like him in his place.

And Nina is somehow very scared about Berta herself, even though she is totally insulting her work colleagues as a female official.

"Huh!... Yes"

As soon as Berta cautioned, she made her body jump like a suddenly watered little animal, moving out astonishingly handsome.

I tuck my shoulder from Isalia's hand and try to put it around behind Berta's back.

... Nina should also be a daughter over twenty. I wonder how this childishness is, even though it's not usually the same age as Berta.

More than that, I don't see why she would be disproportionately afraid of Berta alone. She doesn't even seem the type to be cheaply frightened of her superiors.

"Nina."

A small girlfriend stopped struggling behind a long berta.

Nina looked weak to see if she thought she would be noticed again, but Berta received a shoulder strap from her hand, regardless.

And look down firmly and look at each other.

"Are you, Your Majesty's mistress?

The undersigned, bottom-cold indoor calmed down as if it had struck water.

"Oh, you know. … Your Highness,"

"I've been meaning to ask. When you first came to say hello, you said that it was the Queen's role to lead the woman your husband had laid hands on."

Neither did the ladies and ladies of the entourage think Berta would stick in with the current flow. I admire and watch the unexpected happen.

"That means you already are?

I had to purchase information first to try to figure things out, and Berta wasn't going to pull it off here, even if Nina decided to make a move.

Cute and stupid, I am strong but dominant. That's the impression Berta gets from her. If I were a man, I might find those aspects of this child even more preferable.

I felt that it was more attractive to see than the gooseberry self and others in their boring smudges.

"... I do not mean to say this to Her Highness on such occasions."

Nina eventually opened her mouth weakly.

but naturally not a satisfactory response for Berta.

"That it would be more convenient for you to keep the facts obscure?

Nina, who wanted to be a sideroom, seemed to have no reason to keep it quiet if she had her hands on it.

"Yes, no. Not like that. It's just like this in front of all of you. Forgive me."

Nevertheless, I think the unnaturalness of Nina's condition seems to be increasing when she comes here.

On second thought, she doesn't look like a character who wants to be a side chamber in the first place, or maybe there's some other reason hidden than a superficial claim.

Would it be quicker to ask Harold? But Berta could almost certainly have predicted what Harold would answer, and she wasn't sure she could tell if that was true or false.

Regardless of the facts, he will definitely come to claim his innocence.

"Yes. Well, fine. Next time you and I will talk slowly."

Berta cut the story off as she stuck around scared her a little extra.