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According to what I managed to make Louis, who was tired of crying, confess, he still seemed to be trying to get out of the back palace.

For Louis, the only road that leads to "outside the rear palace" was that corridor that leads out to the royal palace on the surface. He remembered with some applause that Berta would come in and out of it, and after diving through the eyes of the maids and nannies at the tail, he really reached the front of the corridor on the great adventure of gardening.

But of course, a guard stands in front of the door that leads out to the royal palace on the surface.

He seemed to have finally fallen asleep as he hid in the bushes and aimed for a gap, wondering if there was any way to get out without finding him.

I don't know how long Louis slept there, but he said he heard Berta when he woke up.

"Whatever it is, I'm glad it worked out before sundown."

If the sun goes down, the search becomes more and more difficult, and Louis himself suddenly wakes up in the dark, confused and unaware of what abrupt action he took.

As Harold told me it was good to do so, I left everything to them in the aftermath, and for one second Berta took Louis back to the palace.

It also had the role of asking the samurai and women officials who had left them away the backdrop of things.

Samurai Emma spoke of the situation in an exhausting way that seemed to age all at once in half a day.

Apparently, the escape play was just a flash of events when Johanna and the women took their eyes off.

"We were in our usual chairs and thought the prince was taking a nap. Me and Johanna had refrained from being around, but I was called by the cooking number to take a seat to clean up my possession... and Johanna was alarmed and seemed a little nagging by the prince"

Berta looked to heaven for a moment. That's what that kid is, weirdly there's something wrong between them.

"Yes.... so Johanna looked like that"

It is not hard to imagine that she would be blaming herself with all her might.

Nevertheless, I was not willing to blame Johanna for being special. It's impossible to be distracted by a toddler at 46 o'clock, and it's harsh to tell Louis to move in the first place, assuming things like he himself escapes.

"The prince probably stepped out the window into the direction of the garden, not the door. The chair was still warm when Johanna noticed, probably right after the prince left, but then we searched the building first."

"Right. I don't think she's ever been out of the palace."

Emma looked like a special victory and bowed her head deep and deep.

"It is up to me to keep the responsibility for this one in the absence of the princess. Prince Louis misses Johanna a a lot, and as one of these princesses, I wonder if you could give her the courtesy of discipline."

Berta stood up, slapping Emma on the shoulder and causing her face to rise half forcefully.

"Well, after all, nothing happened to Louis. If we had heavily punished the people around us for this much, there would soon be no one around us. Louis is a tough kid. You're gonna have a tough time."

That's true for Emma, but I wanted to put Berta away about Johanna, of course, with a light disposition if possible.

There is no way to make the cause of Louis' sudden escape play their dereliction of duty. If this actually puts Emma or Johanna under heavy external punishment, it may cause unwanted tension in the future to those who come into contact with Louis.

Berta didn't want to raise that kid in that kind of environment.

"You can't blame me for nothing, though. Don't worry, I'll figure something out."

I want to raise him as a normal child. On the other hand, it should not be done entirely either.

His being royal was an irrevocable fact from the moment of his birth.

Harold came to the Palace of Berta within that day.

He would also be a lot of hassle, so Berta welcomed him surprised that he was going to go to the consultation even tomorrow.

"Oops"

Louis, too, seems to feel uncommonly fond of his father because of the mood in which his mother returned. As he stepped away from the hem of Berta's dress, he approached Harold and looked up at his smile and father.

"Louis, your father needs to talk to your mother."

Normally, I'd hold Louis up and give him a break. Harold reserved himself for giving in and stroking his little head today. Louis looks strange.

The young man was also indifferent to the fact that the atmosphere of the ladies was somewhat pressing for Harold's visit.

"I'm gonna borrow your mother for a little while."

In the paid room, as we settled into each other's chairs across the street, Berta told Harold what she had heard from Emma the other day.

"Louis still seemed to be trying to get out of the back palace"

"Outside? Why again?"

"For that girl to say, look for me.... No, to pick you up?

The thought of how he came to act that way remained unclear, even when he asked the toddler for an explanation.

"Right. Nevertheless, your mother's reckoning is amazing. I was half-hearted when you told me to look for that neighborhood."

Berta laughs bitterly and denies it because he seems to be reflecting on something. Berta's way like today was never logical or rational.

"No. I can't help but rely on surveys. His Majesty's actual exploitation was more appropriate."

Even if Berta's intentions were off, Louis wouldn't have been far away if he'd gone looking for lice like Harold tried to.

"It's just that Louis and I are a lot alike. As for this one, it just happened to be a hit."

Harold tilted his neck a little when he heard Berta.

"Similar? With that wacko."

"I was Kasha's parents' eldest child, and I grew up spoiled, and I was as stubborn as she was."

Now that I'm an adult, Berta has managed to fix it quite well, but I don't think the essential part has changed dramatically.

Next to her reflection so much, Harold looked deeper into the idea.

"Well, I don't know. Don't let Louis be more and more resourceful. Do you have any more wisdom to pretend to sleep and deceive your nanny?"

I grew up limp, and if he was a child of Ichii or something, it would be a story if my parents scolded him and ended this time as a trivial hoax.

"It's no problem to be wise, but it's somewhat troublesome when a prince is going to have this kind of problem in the future"

"It's harsh to ask too much of a young child."

That being said, Berta also understands. That you can't raise Louis like a perfectly normal kid.

A child who lives as a royalty already has responsibilities just to be there. This time, the guards throughout the royal palace were to concentrate on Louis for half a day, and needless to say, not knowing where the prince is can be deadly for his own safety.

"... it's just that this time Louis may have assumed that I was back with his brave actions. I wish I could do the same thing over and over again in the future, and now I'm hurt."

Exactly, if that happens, even Berta won't be able to take refuge. The servants attached to his surroundings will have to be held accountable with severe punishment.

"How far should I ask my two-year-old to take responsibility"

Berta has so far protected Louis from the overly heavy expectations around him. The only boy in the royal family, the child who is seen to be Prince Wang.

The ladies of the House of Berta tried not to be too aware of it, and the young man himself would not have realized the fact yet.

This time it was also the harm.

"Berta"

Harold sits deep in his chair and at first glance also looks like he's just relaxing in his used room. But I'm sure it's moving busily in my head.

"You have a better idea of the HR around Louis. So this is a consultation, is it possible to keep Louis' nanny away from Louis for a while?"

"Do you want Johanna?

Berta responds to Harold's suggestion by hiding the tension.

"Surely we can't keep this up entirely about today, though. I don't feel comfortable keeping Johanna away. Louis is nostalgic for her nanny, and she's a loving, impeccable nanny."

I don't know where Harold assumes the landing place for the story.

He nodded for a moment, seeing that the reaction from Berta was sinister and impossible.

"Sure, you looked for a good nanny, if you think about it. More than loyal to his duties, he seems to have more faith in Louis."

"Okay,"

Harold must be watching Johanna crying so hard without a human eye. I was surprised to see such a nanny, and Louis' face, who was followed and cried out.

"It's only because Louis misses you"

Before Berta took over the words, he went on.

"Not to punish the nanny.... measures to remind Louis that doing something like this will punish the nanny."

The idea wasn't in Berta, so I look at his face seriously with surprise.

I mean, that you want Louis to take responsibility for himself?

(... I wonder how old this guy thinks Louis is)

But I refrained from putting that in my mouth. How far Louis absorbs everyday things is unknown, and it's arrogant to think Berta's understanding of that kid is absolute.

"Well. If you don't mean dismissal, but treat it like temporary caution, you haven't"

After a little thought, I start to think it might be a settlement that's not even so bad.

Above all, it's unusual for Harold to come up with an oral statement from the point of view of Louis' education.

"I think that kid is easier to understand by those means than being scolded headless"

I know full well that he is the "father" in addition to his thoughts, but he also had more sweet faces against Louis for how little time he could spend with him than Berta and the ladies.

It was fresh for Berta that Harold took Louis seriously and showed his considerable rigour.

Talking about Louis as a father and mother seems to be a shortcut that I think has become a family with him, and I also feel odd.

"However, regardless of Louis opponent, prudential disposition still shows heavily externally"

If it's only in Berta's palace, the matter still resonates throughout the rear palace and outside in the morning. Johanna's demeanor has become the demeanor treatment of the Viscount Schulde family, which may have less impact in the future.

"Instead, … could you take her or her house and do it to offset the prudential disposition?

That was not much, a kind of favor that Berta had never spoken out of.

His human resources as king are rational and rational. It does not attract those near the side only in favor, and even when reusing those who are capable, it appears to be carefully pulling up to avoid buying objections.

Around the heart of Berta stretching her spine, Harold sat back with his legs together in a chair across the street.

"It's hard, but it's hard. Think about it"

Berta claps herself out because he gives his consent too lightly.

"Will you raise your rank or salary slightly more than you do now when your nanny returns? Or would it be more appropriate to give Viscount Schulde some role"

"... Are you sure?

Berta's not like she was trying to set up her favorite Johanna's house if there was a gap.

But it was true that Viscount Schulde, who was otherwise merely a junior nobleman, had the opportunity to meet with the Queen because Johanna became a nanny, and that Berta favourably regarded the Viscount's figure as a consequence.

Harold's reaction is as unreadable as ever, but he's the one who doesn't lie or cheap on the spot.

"Originally from the table, I was thinking of putting a little more people around the queen. It is also a good opportunity. We can't move Sergio all the time, and then it would be appropriate to apply someone you're familiar with who doesn't affect the faction."

Surprised. That's what he was thinking.

Was Berta's thoughts on her face, and Harold was a little obstinate?

"What?"

Making him look like he's uncomfortable also feels fresh to make.

"No, thank you"

This one is awkward too. And the awkward cause obviously has an idea.

The stories of Berta's involvement in the politics of the table as queen were a topic that had once been shelved between the two of us since that night.

The fact that I somehow cried that day was quite unwillingness for Berta.

It wasn't like crying. Three years ago, not to mention a bullshit imitation of what they don't even remember, to blame.

I didn't even know I had such sentimental feelings in me. I just think there was too much going on the night before.

At the same time, however, I am aware that my heart is lighter than before due to spitting out.

After the next morning, it's also embarrassing to find out that Harold has always been strangely kind and clearly cared for on his way home. So I lost sight of the sense of distance, and I feel like I'm continuing to have a restful attitude.

I got a completely irrational mouth about what happened on the horse today, and later on, but he doesn't look like he cares about it. Berta has completely missed the opportunity to apologize after all.

"I'm going to make sure I tell you about the policies I wasn't talking about."

If you think calmly, these conversations shouldn't be all that comforting either. In fact, even now, the story is about the politics surrounding the advancement and departure of a single house.

But Berta thinks about whether she's a public or private person right now.

"Let's talk from what. You mean transitional capital? Or the daughter of Count Jimeno."

She was halfway through the conversation, thinking that there was no benefit at all, and suddenly she returned to me the words she heard from his mouth.

"Wait, wait.... Is Nina also relevant to the story of politics?

As for Nina, Berta honestly didn't think deeply.

I guess I've accidentally gotten my hands on it in the worst past. That's enough recognition. I don't even think of it as an agenda to be listed in parallel with the relocation of the Wang capital.

"As for Jimeno's daughter, I've been trying to talk to you about the future of her marriage from the rear palace before proceeding."

"No, I haven't heard at all"

Giving? What is Nina's marriage.

"I'm sorry. I certainly didn't say anything."

Fluffy and whatever, Berta got her place right by switching to feeling like she was using brain capacity.

"Anyway, let's talk in order"