The Me Who Wants To Escape The Princess Training

"Delicious..."

The brittle kid who was excited also got quiet when he ate out his meal. He chews while saying it's delicious and delicious.

Incidentally, of course, the Inn's food is behaving in full course, unlike last time. Awesome sumptuous...... no, but I don't hate that common cooking either, or quite like it. He wants to eat again if possible.

"I don't have a knife and a fork in my hand. Don't make a sound. Don't move your arms any more than you need."

"Even though it's delicious... the neighbor is loud..."

Next to the Brit, my brother is leaking a novel. As the Brit himself said, my brother sees and pays attention to the cooking of a meal that I guess isn't taught much.

"Why can't I eat as much as I like to eat..."

Brits seem to have the idea that they should be quiet during meals, and even if they are caustic, they don't do anything to yell at their brother. I'm just quietly resentful and angry.

"It must be obvious because it's noble.... Oh, look, don't make a sound from by my side"

"Like an aunt."

Say it again.

"Mean Girl"

"Remember later"

"I refuse because I have no memory"

My brother and Brit look like they're having fun. It sounds like fun even if you're having a fierce battle under a tablecloth by foot stomping.

"Why can't you eat with Maria?"

Prince Louis is sluggishly dropping his shoulder.

Maria answered with a grin, holding back behind me.

"I'm here at work for once. Dinner will be served separately from everyone else later."

"I want to eat with Maria."

"Give it up"

Maria will clearly reject you. I dropped my shoulder.

"I'm here, too."

"You're my squire, so it's natural to eat something else. We had no choice before, so we just ate together."

"Differences in treatment…"

Lyle, who refrained behind Prince Louis, looks like he's about to cry. But I have no choice. Because it's Lyle.

"Bridget, I hear it's a big bath here, so let's come in later."

"Why are you just trying to narrow your distance from me..."

Bridget temporarily stops the offensive battle with her brother and looks at this one with pity. Why am I being looked at like that?

"If anything, I should come in with His Highness Clark. Bathing together is a flavor for young couples."

"Many couples won't go in, though."

"Your Highness Clark wants to come in with Leticia, too, right?

Mr. Clark, who was eating with such elegance that he compared it to the Brit, dyed his cheeks after a little thought.

"It's still early."

The burrito unwittingly waved the fork in his hand, which had just been taken up by his brother.

"Don't... too hectic, my intent to kill has boiled by accident..."

The burrito shook his head many times, trying to contain his emotions. My brother held the head of such a brit.

"Don't move your head during a meal"

"Don't you think I need to be with my husband?

The Brit child has ignored his brother and has spoken to this one. Master Clark stared at me as soon as he could. Stop, don't expect a response!

"It's not like we don't want to be together..."

The Brit didn't seem to like my reply and started fighting the food again. By contrast, Master Clark looks very impressed and is dyeing his cheeks. How can such a reaction be like a maiden?

"Don't cut the meat that way. A bite is too big and nasty."

"I made up my mind. Marry a rich man without an absolute aunt."

A burrito cheeked a steak on his chest with determination.