The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady

The day after the declaration of breach of engagement to Uphilia. Having spent the night in the royal castle, Ufiria had been handled by the samurai working in the royal castle.

It was informed that the Duke of Grants Magenta and the King, the father of Uphilia, who had been served the use, would meet with Uphilia in time. That was just around noon, and I was chased to prepare for it in the morning.

Uphilia couldn't shake off her melancholy mood even as she got herself in such a way that Her Majesty the King had no disrespect. What floats in the back of the brain is the appearance of a strict father.

(I wonder if I've lost my love for this one...)

Although Anisphere said her father loved her, Uphilia couldn't believe it.

It was only to be expected, not as a daughter, but as the next queen, as the one to guide the country. I can't really shake that idea off.

If we are to be queens, we must cut off more emotions than we need. We must not abandon our love, but we must not be bonded. Fair for the good of the country, honest for the good of the people. That was everything to me.

Scratched in the core, which could also be described as support, Ufiria was now weak and cut like an age-appropriate girl. Keep your eyes out the window, unable to hide your depressing mood.

"Get Princess Anisphere! Don't let him get away, chase him!

"You held down the flying magic props!? Okay, surround and push, push!

"Kingsguard Knights, now is the time to do your best! Who keeps the peace of mind of His Majesty the King!

"We, become Kingsguard Knights!!"

"Its intentions and goodness! No, no, no, no!!"

"Wow, wow, wow!!"

"We will follow the Knights too! Ladies and gentlemen, I'm coming!! The princess's dedicated maids, move on!!"

"I did!!"

... Well, for some reason, it's like a bunch of knights and samurai are moving around in some noise.

More like the princess's name was out there. For the time being, Uphilia tries to figure out what that means.

"Ha-ha-ha! Here, knight! To the ringing of your hands!

"Be ready, Princess Anisphere!

"Please change into a dress because it is a sight to behold with His Majesty and the Duke of Magenta!

"But no! I want to be undressed!!"

"Who asked me to say what I was good at!!"

Under my eyes I could see the Princess of our country flying from ground to wall and from wall to wall in a bat motion. The knights and the samurai rush through following the anisphere away in strange motion as it is.

"Ha-ha-ha! So long, Knights, ladies and gentlemen! I'm sorry. Let me soba!

"How about we cross the walls!?"

"Wait, princess!

"There's no princess waiting for you to tell me to wait!

"- Then let's stop physically"

"Neck hunting!?"

Try to prune Annisphere's neck, which was running over the wall trying to jump over the walls, and Ilia jumps off the top of the walls to capture the Annisphere.

It lands as it raises the earthen smoke, and the Ilaria is covered so that the anisphere is assembled.

"Now! Do it for me!!"

"Ilia...... I will never forget your sacrifice! Samurai! Do it!!"

"Leave the rest to us...! Princess, be ready!!"

"Oh, my God, oh my God!

The anisphere, glue-wrapped with rope from Ilia to Ilia, is rampaging with jitter. Ilia closes her eyes with a well-done look, and Anisphere and Ilia, who were in charge by the Knights, are carried away. Behind it, the samurai were chasing, and the knights were lifting their victory.

Ufiria, staring silently at it, raised her face with plenty of long sighs.

"I'm sorry, can I get you some tea?

I decided not to look at it with all my might.

"Good mood, Princess Anisphere. Nice dress."

"Good day, Miss Uphilia. These are the maids in the morning... I told you..."

Uphilia looks again at the decorated Anisphere. He is slightly shorter and has lower eyesight than himself. It's no wonder they say you're younger than Uphilia because you're even more childish.

The skin I thought would glow if polished, and the platinum-colored hair found in royalty is moist and beautifully knitted. The light peach fluffy dress suited the anisphere well with a slight sense of infancy.

He just seems like a beautiful princess if he keeps his mouth shut, leaving behind the shadow of the anisphere he saw the other day. It's beautiful if you get it right, so Uphilia thinks you're royal even if you rot.

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Uphilia like that is feminine compared to Anisphere. Especially the line of hips creasing is going to have zero sighs. I can't say it's big enough. It's a modest breast size, but that, on the contrary, balances the whole thing and looks good on her slender, stretched length.

Uphilia's hair is a light silver color that is also close to white. When it receives light, it shows a clear luster. And pink eyes on the lady-like white skin. I get the impression that the will seems strong, but as a courtesan, it is often taken as more of a beauty. All in all, Uphilia could be said to be beautiful.

"Dresses are heavy..."

"Be patient"

"Princess, Master Uphilia. Your Majesty and the Duke are waiting."

A samurai greets her and guides Anisphere and Uphilia to the room of the royal castle. Inside the room sits Orphans and a man on the couch reminiscent of a look somewhere similar to Uphilia's.

The sharp eyes that make you feel the strength of your will, just like Uphilia, the expression that doesn't peek into the color of your emotions, is a man who gives a cold impression and wraps around sharply overall, he was the Duke of Grants Magenta that person.

"We're out of time, Lord Grants"

"Princess Anisphere, you're in a good mood. Brilliantly transformed."

"When it comes to transformation, the Duke also says he is good. You really look like a princess!

"I know you're a princess, but this stupid girl! Just get to your seat. And Uphilia."

"... Yes, excuse me"

Anisphere and Orphanth were at their usual pace, staring at Anisphere as Orphanth raised his eyebrows.

On the other hand, it is undeniable that the air born between Uphilia and Grants is clerical and inorganic. It was also for a moment that Uphilia thanked him and sat next to Grants.

The last time Anisphere sat next to Orphans, Orphans cut the fire as he coughed and regained his mind.

"Nothing else got me together today. In this case, I would like to hear more from the Lord and others about the destruction of the engagement from Algardo. Uphilia, I know it's hard, but can you explain it to me?

"... Yes, Your Majesty"

Encouraged by Orphans, Uphilia told him how things were going. Once again Orphans, explained by Uphilia, frowns and turns his expression into something bitter.

Grants' expression never wavers in the meantime. I'm just faintly asking my daughter how it went. Occasionally, with her mouth on the tea to moisten her thirst, Uphilia finished talking about the upside of breaking her engagement with Algard.

"... to the point of becoming. So Princess Anisphere, who occasionally broke into the scene, took Uphilia out."

"Yes, you will"

"And thinking about the reputation that Uphilia is going to receive, and involving you in the study of magic under you?

"If you'll excuse me, I will."

Grants stroked his jaw after listening to the whole story. It remains as icy as ever.

Orphans softens somewhere restless, restraining him from stroking around his stomach. Uphilia is shaking that shoulder with a strong grip on her hand placed on her lap.

Each one of them is too different in the way they tend to indulge. I still sip tea smoothly.

"Until now, Princess Anisphere has not involved anyone but a dedicated samurai in the study of magic. Why would you do that?

"Isn't it enough because I like Miss Uphilia?

He said, "I want you to reveal what's inside my stomach."

"You're a guy called each other. That would be nice, wouldn't it?

That's where Grants laughs for the first time. But it's the carnivore who's after his prey grinning. Anisphere, by contrast, is grinning like a cat with her eyes narrowed.

"In short, it's because Miss Uphilia got scratched. You don't have to worry about betrayal."

"... betrayal, is it?

"Because magic is dangerous, Miss Uphilia."

Uphilia blinked at words she didn't expect to get out of the Anisphere, and Anisphere smiled bitterly at such a Uphilia.

Magic is dangerous. That's what I think.

So even if I submit my "research results" in magic, I don't have much to do with that "research process" other than Ilia, who is a dedicated samurai.

To a samurai other than her, I have been thorough not to let her touch an important part of my study of magic. So whoever knows the process of study of magic besides me really grips it.

"Magic is as convenient as research goes. Being convenient is a development of civilization, and development is a force. In other words, yes, power."

"Power......"

"Yes, so I try not to be more powerful than necessary, and to keep the study of magic within so as not to give. It is good for me to use it. But what spreads throughout the world is carefully selected. And he was thorough enough to stay out of it."

"... Is it also in anticipation of the influence of magic that the right to inherit the throne was abandoned?

Since Miss Uphilia tries to bite it off and rebukes it, she puts in a supplement. Then Lord Grants asks quietly this time.

"No, because the right to inherit the throne was a real hassle...... ahhh!?"

My father's knife, sitting next to me, was slapped on my head. I was about to accidentally bite my tongue, dangerous. I hold my head in tears at the pain.

I gave up my right to inherit the throne because it was a real pain in the ass. In the end, the value of "I" moved that way after time, convinced that the experience would not change.

"I wanted to study magic. And I didn't want to get married."

"Why is that?

"'Cause I have an errand, and I have to have kids! I don't want to, I don't want to make kids! It's not that I don't like men, but I don't want to be targeted as such of the opposite sex!

"... you were real too"

Yeah. No, you really can't just imagine. I can't imagine myself like that at all. You're not saying you don't have greed, are you? Just low priority.

If I had the right to inherit the throne and my achievements in magic, I would be in trouble if the next king told me what to do. I didn't think that deep at the time, but now I do.

"The country would be rough if I remained in possession of the right to inherit the throne. Never."

"How can you say it all?

"Miss Uphilia, what's my value? It's magic. There's just no way I can study magic in addition to the king's duties! Then I have to cut one of them off. Leave the affairs to the king's wife, who will be her husband? That means I'm gonna be a symbolic puppet, right? In other words, in order for me to succeed in magic, I must sever my right to inherit the throne!

When I become queen, I naturally have to do my affairs. When that happens, there will be less time for study of magic. The problem is that I have nothing to be proud of but the merits of my studies in magic. And don't let me hold a big purse like the state budget.

When I'm queen, I'll definitely build up frustration and explode. If he were to throw a round at his husband, who would become the king's mate in order not to explode, this time there would be a factional dispute over his choice of opponent.

"Then it was my father's idea to say I would marry someone, but not at the point where I would belong to someone in the first place. Because it has the power of magic. Magic is only something that should be managed in the country. If you don't, it's absolutely dangerous. And I don't even want to get into trouble, and I don't want a man to come into contact with me as a heterosexual in the first place!

"Be thorough..."

My head hurts, my father put his hand on my forehead all the time. That would be thorough! Because it's about the end of my fun second life!

"That's why you turned your hand so Al could be the next king! You know, more stupid than you need to be and show it to me!

"Anis, did you turn your mind that way?

"No, it was good enough."

"I knew it!!"

My father moaned for real. Look, if the results are good, it's all good.

"But the thought seemed to be behind it."

"Ugh."

Lord Grants muttered in a chilled out voice. My father groaned in agony. That's right, after all, Al Kun's rampage is frustrating the next King's plan.

I think there are aspects to the fact that the wrinkle went to Al because I was too free. Maybe. I'm sorry about that. I don't care.

Well, I can't say that I don't feel that way about making amends for something like that, even though I've had an eye for Miss Ufilia's talent. Because this time it's obviously a royal mess.

"So it's Princess Anisphere's idea to involve Uphilia in magic and repaint Uphilia's reputation with that feat?

"Yes. To be honest, you don't think I'm going to stick my neck in Al Kun's side of the situation and do well. Because I am neglected by Al. In that sense, I think it might be better to pull in on my side."

"Certainly not bad. That's all Princess Anisphere's magic is worth.... but does that benefit my Duke's family?

The pressure from Lord Grants swells up. Did your father get barometric pressure or did he slightly float his back?

Surely Miss Uphilia's reputation can be overridden. But then I'll see what I can do as a Duke of Magenta house. The fact that I take someone in leads to the danger I said earlier.

If you are a nobleman with as much power as the Duke of Magenta family, you may not have a problem. But a new problem emerges that you will have too much power, that you will be seen like you have.

"The Princess of Anisphere herself will know exactly what to do when it comes to putting her shoulders on. You said so yourself."

"Yep."

"Still want to put Uphilia aside," he said?

"Yes. I wish her happiness. It's too bad to close her possibilities here. If so, I would like to explore that possibility."

I, honestly, don't think royalty is right for my skin. Kill the individuals and give their lives to a collective called the country. I don't think there's much more to it than being a kingdom. I don't want to change that.

But I can't stay there. I want to live as I am. From the day my world changed, I lost my royal credentials.

Well, I'm staying because being royal is easier for me to do freely, and I have no complaints about contributing to the country in the way I think it is. I just don't want to be king until I kill one.

I just knew that my family was going to make someone carry a debt. Miss Uphilia is suffering from it after all. Then I want to do everything I can for you.

"... to the point of becoming. It's Ufilia."

"... Yes, Father"

"Do you still wish to be queen?

Upon the inquiry of his father, Grants, Uphilia took that gaze, but leaned down powerless. Its shoulders tremble, pulling its lips into one letter and tying them together.

Grants is just staring at Uphilia. How much time had passed, the words of Ufiria, who had finally opened his mouth, coincided with zero falling tears.

"Sorry, no......!

"... apologize for what"

"I'm sorry...... I applied mud to the Duke's house, its name......! I have to do laundry, and I can't be queen anymore!

Interrupted, in tears. Uphilia shook her body and uttered her own heart with multiple zeroes of unrestrained tears.

Grants narrowed his eyes to Ufiria's response. It's as if the answer was dissatisfaction.

"Uphilia, answer again. Do you wish to be queen?

"I can't be"

"I can't be, I'm not. I'm asking if I want to be or not to be."

"... I can't be! Sorry! Sorry.........!

Shake your head left or right, and Uphilia will say the same words. Grants just keeps staring narrowly at Uphilia like that.

"Uh, yeah. Lord Grants, I don't have enough words. Miss Uphilia, and you're wrong about your response."

"Huh...?

It was the anisphere scratching its cheeks like some trouble that went between the two of them about to get a bad air.

"Who decided to say I can't be? Lord Grants is asking me what Miss Uphilia wants to do. And then someone decides to tell me. So Lord Grants says answer again. Isn't that right?

Anisphere asks by shifting her gaze from Uphilia to Grants. Grants turns his gaze toward Anisphere, but immediately shifts his gaze toward Uphilia.

"Uphilia"

"... Yes"

"I intend to treat you so that you are not dull to live as queen because you have decided to be queen.... but. If you don't want it, then so be it."

Ufiria opened her eyes to the next shock she suffered.

... he stroked his head. Grants' hands are placed to accompany Uphilia's head, finger combing Uphilia's hair with clumsy hands.

"Stop it. If that's what you choose, I'll respect that."

"... father"

"Whoever wants you to be queen, if you don't want me to, I will do everything in my power to protect you. Uphilia, I wish you happiness.... Until now, I seem to have dealt with you the wrong way"

"Such a thing...! That's not true! It is the gift of your father's education that I have come this far! Take that as such, mistakes, etc! Everything was a fool who defiled my family name without my virtue or strength......!

"Fools and other people are not in my daughter.... good enough, I'll forgive you if you can't forgive yourself. My family name is not too small for me or my family to shake like my daughter never finished."

"As such, don't say… you won't know how to do it"

As in heartfelt trouble, Uphilia shrugs as she shakes her neck left and right like a child with zero tears.

From an early age, as the prince's fiancée, his future as queen was determined. I have inspired myself that I must be worthy, that I should not speak my utmost.

That's the best I can do. If you are to be queen for your country, do not trouble someone as much as your own. Smarter than anyone, stronger than anyone, he said he would lead the country with the king.

So even though we shouldn't be bothering you. My heart is not allowed to behave the way it wants. So, hopefully not to confuse her, Uphilia held her heart in her arms.

"Please, don't scold me... if I can't keep Algard's heart out for his incompetent daughter and our weakness for not being able to overturn an unspeakable wrongdoing...!

"You're like a toddler, Uffi"

Uffi, and. Far and nostalgic memories were stimulated. Ha, and if you look up, Grants is smiling bitterly like he's in trouble.

Oh, I remember. That's what my father used to call himself. Distant, nostalgic way to call it. As I was called when I was just a daughter before I was still my fiancée.

"Your mind had stopped growing, didn't it? That day, as if time had stopped. Remains a small Ufi, I didn't realize that. As parents, pity."

"... father"

"I was harshly treating you, who would be beautiful every day, so that I could imagine you bearing the country in the future and leave the ordeal awaiting with my expectations. But that didn't mean you could train yourself just to wrap your armor around it. It's pathetic."

"Please don't. Not to mention yourself, I don't want to hear words that degrade your father!

"Then tell the wretched father, the neglected father who does not realize the pain of his daughter. Do you still hope to be queen? Yufi."

The hand I was stroking my cheek touches to wipe Uphilia's tears. Uphilia reaches out to lay her own hand over Grants' hand, which touched her cheek.

Warm hands, clumsy hard hands. I miss the old days, I was no different than my father's hand in memory. Uphilia was able to respond calmly, as her heart cracked as she was stubborn.

"... I'm sorry, Father. I can't admire Master Algard anymore. I don't want to be a queen."

"... right"

"... I apologize for wasting everything you've ever broken my heart"

"Good. Yufi, it's what I want right now that you can laugh from the bottom of your heart. Good luck. That was a long detour. Sorry, Uffi."

Grants hugs Uphilia to wrap it up. Uphilia, stuck in her father's arms, leaves her forehead on his chest plate to clasp, and cries like she pushed him to death.

Grants comforts her as she supports her trembling body and strokes her back with such a merciful glance at Ufiria.

"It's great air, Father! We're the air! Look, it's a world of two, what will you do, Father?

"You, uh-huh! With this air, you ooh!!"

"Neck! I'm extremely necked! Father, breathe! Referee, call for referee! Gibb gibb!! squeeze, squeeze!?"

This is where Orphans wiped his tears and regretted his mistakes that he had made Grants and Uphilia. Orphans' angry neck tightening turns to her foolish daughter.

Anisphere, strangled by Orphanth, is desperately scratching algae, blushing or bluishing her face as she slaps Orphanth's arm.

Upon his face to the touch of the king and princess, who became noisy as soon as possible, Uphilia glanced at Grants, her father.

And they laughed bitterly at each other, like trouble, not from either side.