67 [28] Our Capital

From the ceiling high window in the office, a warm autumn sun was shooting.

The sun is pouring down on the desk with the season in it and on the documents scattered clutteringly over it.

Berta, who entered the room, stopped once at the sight.

It was as if my parents', around my father's office, had seen a lot. The samurai put Berta through the room and, once he had let her sit in a less scattered seat and brewed tea for both of them, she shivered away and left.

"It's messy and bad"

"No. You look busy"

"Congressional agenda is imminent."

When I was ever called into this room, I had the impression that it was more tidy. I'm sure the samurai cared about you, too.

Can't we even afford that now, or is it time for Berta to visit it to become routine?

Harold pulled the chair across from her and sat down. It seemed like he was also going to go into a break between errands.

"How's Louis?

".................. Yep"

To the extent that words are inadvertently cloudy. It's relatively good now because Berta can stay with him.

"It's tough. But Johanna's absence seems to work well."

"Right. You did something pathetic."

Louis, of course, feels more burdened by Emma and the women who have had to fill the hole in Johanna's absence.

"I can't help but do this for later"

For the sake of its impact on Louis, too, I cannot ask you to halfway overshadow what has been decided once.

I want to look around and call back Johanna, but once I've given it a cautious disposition, it's hard to put it back in the immediate future. I can only hope this turns out to be good.

"But I'd like to put it back in the year. The whole royal palace is going to be busy again because of the move."

"Right."

From now on they will coordinate and let the transitional capital proposal pass in the autumn parliament and the relocation of the royal palace will begin next year.

The relocation from D'Arago, the king's capital, which has been familiar for many years, is expected to be quite repulsive.

It is also a problem that the plan will not go on forever as of late, which is why perhaps the royal family will take the initiative. The political functions of the Royal Palace and the defensive functions of the city will move first.

"I have a strange comfort. I didn't know you were leaving this royal palace."

Moving the land you live on is not something that happens so often. My senses had finally become familiar with this king's capital from Meseta, Kasha's hometown, but I would travel again without setting foot between them.

"Are you anxious?

Nevertheless, they would be more emotional than Berta and others who were born and raised here.

"Right. I'm anxious, I'm looking forward to it."

In the end, the next king's capital is likely to be determined by Vawela.

The new royal palace is that magnificent and beautiful outlying palace - Elliwelal Palace.

I wonder how advanced the new downtown, which can be built from scratch around the palace, can be compared to the traditional king's capital.

"Your Majesty.... I've been thinking since then that it's still better to rush the streets around with the renovation work on the Elliwelal Palace. Especially when it comes to connecting Vauera, the new capital, to Mesaro."

Vawella's superiority won't work anymore, and I'm not willing to put a cross spear in a measure to dispel Berta's religious concerns in an unknown element.

However, I still care about Vawella's shortcomings from Berta's point of view. I wanted to hit the hand I could hit at this stage.

"Is it for the development of Messaro?

Harold answered Berta's prophecy without feeling as much. I can talk a lot more comfortably now.

The air flowing indoors is a very mild afternoon even with this hand talk. I didn't even imagine the days would come when I came here to spend these hours with him.

"No. It's for Vawella. As a measure to ensure that the new King's Capital is not left out of the national aortic formation"

Berta opened her mouth in anticipation of him shifting his gaze this way.

"To bring constant wealth to our capital, all the way ahead"

Give your newborn city, where there's nothing yet, an irreplaceable value one day. Berta naturally knows what makes a man rich in his country.

Harold loosened his mouth slightly after listening to Berta and opening his eyes slightly.

"You're still very good at choosing words,"

Apparently it's time he got used to what Berta said. She originally chooses words that are quite conscious, enlightening and pleasant to hear.

"But you're right. Let us include that in our proposal to Parliament. Let the rich Vawela be our capital."

Harold did nod so, then did one hand to his head like he remembered something.

"Oh, don't end up talking about work"

"Shouldn't you? Speaking of which, what are you looking for today?"

His hair shakes like it gathered soft sunlight.

"Nothing."

"Huh?"

"I thought I'd make some more time with you."

To his unexpected offer, Berta unexpectedly moved her gaze indoors.

Speaking of which, the Berta samurai, anyway, don't even look like one samurai. The quiet indoors for the king's administration were now entirely private spaces.

"We thought we could have taken more time."

"... ha"

Surprised. Nevertheless, I'm getting tired of being surprised at the unexpectedness Harold shows these days. Berta only knows a fraction of him yet, and we're just beginning to know each other.

"There's a little distance from your palace now to the surface, but the next time we move to the royal palace, the room will be closer. It would be easier to take these hours."

Even a mouth-watering Berta if it's a topic that needs to be involved in policy, but I'm sure I don't know what to say as soon as possible to carry a story that isn't.

"Unless you're in the way of your official duties"

"Something in the way? Besides, you end up talking about work. You're back again."

Even if you're stuck like that.

"Your Majesty and I have a common topic about current policy."

"... right. It's an immediate challenge."

He was in out-of-the-box serious shape and grumbled that he wasn't.

"I don't really know what you like or what you want to do. I can't. Maybe I don't want you to do anything."

They just pinched a desk that wasn't that big originally. The proximity of the distance makes Berta angry. While he was doing so, his gaze just exchanged.

"You're cute in trouble, but... I don't want to keep you in trouble all the time"

Those blue eyes were not like empty crystal balls anywhere else.

His eyes look at Berta in such a gentle color. I'm sure she's been leaning down and never even tried to notice that change.

"Berta"

I haven't tried to recognize what he thinks of Berta because I was hesitant to even know what I'm sure he would want to know.

"I'll be happy one day next to me. I want to see you."

Happily. The direct sound of the word was somewhat daunting and seemed somewhat distant.

Will he make Berta happy? Before that, would Harold be happy with her?

Berta is still completely inseparable between herself as queen and herself as a person with personal feelings on the other hand. But is he good in Berta as it is?

"That's okay, it doesn't have to be right now. It's gonna take some time to get it through."

He pulled that day too, as Berta has always done to me lately in times of trouble.

"Your easy stride will do."

Someone who was quite a long way from being in a public position or as a man. I'm still not sure if I'm clever or dull in interpersonal matters. But the tenderness makes me somewhat reluctant to leave.

I still have the fear of believing him.

... but well, fine.

"No."

In the meantime, shall I get what I can get? He seems to say Berta is important, and as long as he strives to be, she is sure to be his good political partner.

Perhaps you don't care too much about being a daughter from the South. You're going crazy because you care too much about things you can't change in the first place.

A good story if Berta brings value to them, so much so that the Queen's local origins can be a reason for the royal family to support southern prosperity.

- Live next to him, at his service.

The visit of that feeling is not sudden, so as to stain it slowly, it was in my mind when I realized it.

That's how I want this guy. Can I admit how I feel about that?

"It's coming through."

For this man, what can I do for you? The imagination of the end of the line was sweet and gave her her her first emotion, which would then be a little less cut.

Berta pretended to be a stranger, but with great inner courage, she called the name for the first time.

"Harold."

I'm sure he'll be back in a few seconds, imagining an unfamiliar smile.

Wang Du was in his third fall.