[30th] Finding the Holy Girl
“Nathus, are you all right? ”
“I shouldn't say this to the customer, but I'm not okay at all. ”
Prince Nasus, who looks as if he's a critical patient, lies in bed.
Anything unusual, the attendants around him are all men. There was not a single woman in this room.
“Your Highness, please review these documents. ”
Tran slat e d b y jpmtl.com “It's time to rest rather than work, Prince. ”
“Prince, shall we get the car ready? ”
“There was a petition from the people. What are you going to do, Prince? ”
“My prince.”
I found "The Prince" everywhere.
There were doctors and servants who cared for patients, but there were overwhelming managers who were quietly working.
I can't help it.
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“My prince.”
... but isn't that a little overworked for a patient?
It looked to me like abuse.
It wasn't a final review or confirmation, and it was more like hanging around like a child.
They were shouting, "Prince Nasus."
Prince Nassus.
Although the empire will say "Prince" and not "Prince," this country, which unfortunately is ruled forever by a fairy king, is basically dictatorship.
The whole tribe relies on him, not just the country. Politics doesn't even bother me with the belief that 'Our Great King’ will do well on his own.
That's why the country is a bit unusual.
Elveheim, a regrettable fairy king who almost single-handedly reforms, is at least progressive, and his people are very conservative with the one-marrow ‘Wanghwa' until they are born and die.
Therefore, the distinction of nationality is meaningless to these fairies.
In other words, the fairy king does not mean "king of the kingdom," but "king of the clans."
“What about the foolish - poor people? ”
“I'm fine.”
“I'm sorry for the sick man, but he's too irresponsible...” Tran s l a ted by jpm t l .com
“The king whispered to me with his eyes. I'm coming back. Fairies are saved. I can't wait to see how great he was. The name Fairy King is too heavy for me to bear. ”
“Well, yeah. ”
I thought the fairies left everything to Elveheim because the headaches of politics bothered them. It just seems like their reliability is infinite.
No, if you look at Prince Nasus' squinty eyes right now, no one will want to be king.
He can't be...
“What brings you to me, my lord? ”
“I've heard that memory integration is hard. But... I don't think I have time to look back. ”
“Ha, ha, ha...”
Prince Nathus smiles so thinly.
Taking a closer look, you can see the bed he's lying on and all the hair around him.
Zec.
From the way the servant cleans them without saying, you can expect that the hair has often been removed.
Is this hair loss?
A fairy as laid-back as life expectancy has no association with stress loss, with the exception of this prince.
T ransl at e d b y jp m t l.com This is gonna kill me.
I have a very different life from Princess Sylvia.
“What about your brother?”
“... a child with no political ties. I left it there for nothing, and then I left it there after I'd had a few eczema with the vase. ”
“Well, I see. ”
Sylvia was not as flexible as the other fairies.
In the past, I was a fool for being a fairy, and now I'm a terrible mistaken...
I did not get along with politicians who needed to adapt quickly to change.
“What brings you to me, my lord? ”
“I'm worried.”
“... Pardon me for saying this, but the warrior in my memory is not one to worry about others. ”
“And?”
“Someone who'll say he'll be fine once he gets his neck. ”
“Hmm... I think there's a bias about me. I make mistakes, but I don't insist. ”
“You're already insisting, but that's not important, so let's move on. I will ask the warrior again. What brings you here besides my concern? ”
You're making it very difficult for me to talk. Tr a ns l a t ed by jpmt l .com
I wanted to say something vaguely, but the patient who was squeezing the labor force seemed to have endured it too harshly.
“You said you met a saint. ”
“Ah, that's what you came for. Fear of women -- it wasn't easy to talk about because of the anorexia, but ironically, she got a lot better. ”
“Love?"
“...... ”
“You like big things like Elveheim, don't you? ”
“Hmmm! I felt like seeing my older sister. As we get older, our age boundaries are crumbling, and we're not very handsome, but we have a lot of respect...”
“That's what happens when you meet an older woman. She slowly turns into a wife by loving a sister who looks like a mother who wants to be a child. ”
“...... ”
“It's okay, it's okay. It's a natural phenomenon."
To me, Ilena is a petty charlatan, but she looks different to the same fairy.
Maybe the prince didn't even know that Illina's superior breasts were mulberries after all.
Then you poor thing.
“She seemed to wander around like me, with her memories integrated. He only smiled when I asked him. ”
“... I'm really sorry about the drama where you overcome your fear of women with the power of love, so where did you say you were going? ”
I thought of course Ilena left to look for her family.
However, after hearing Prince Nassau's story, he was clearly mistaken.
“I'm afraid you didn't teach me. But I am the prince of this country. I even saw Lady Illina take a boat to the port of Alcabra () on the eastern continent. ”
“Oh! You've been stepped on. ”
Until I heard Aris' explanation, I thought Prince Nathus had become a deadbeat.
But you were stalking your loving sister.
If it later becomes clear that it is a nephew relationship with aunt, it will be as fun as the Toyodrama where the Mother of the Earth enjoyed tears behind the tennis club.
“I can't believe you're following me! I'm just worried about your well-being! ”
“Of course!”
Stalkers on my hometown state that when interviewed at the police station!
Runaway seniors firmly believe that they can take away other women if they truly love them.
Ah! I'll go see him later, too.
We must restore our dear friend Neubius' one true love.
We made a promise to fight the Moraleoyd army together.
Anyway,
“Where is the saint? ”
“I lost it. A reliable henchman told me that it disappeared after entering the inn. ”
“Indeed...”
There's a very good chance Ilena caught up with her nephew's trail.
She was on a mission to find the "Relic of Chaos" scattered throughout the fantasy world.
Nausicaan thinks the serene saint is a theatrical mask.
Her real job is a ‘thief’ who specializes in hiding or running away.
You're embarrassing me.
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