In the late afternoon, Rieta took a carriage and left for Euplana.
It seems that the maid hadn’t been lying when she claimed that ‘Everyone was grateful to the Princess.’
Indeed, the royal servants, who had not received their salaries for quite some time, had been rejoicing that Rieta’s marriage would finally put money in their pockets.
Rieta just smiled at the adults who held her hand and thanked her over and over again. She didn’t know how else to react.
I’m glad if I’d been of any help to the people of Liz…
The King did not bring the Princes to the farewell ceremony. Maybe he didn’t want them to show their faces in front of Rieta.
Rieta thought so, and that was when she lifted her head.
Soon the door of the carriage, which was sent from Euplana, opened.
All the gold and jewels that poured out of it were carried before King Liz.
People all cheered with joy at the large amount of funds.
They also knew that after Rieta arrived in the other country, there would be twice as much treasure.
In the heated atmosphere, Rieta climbed into the carriage.
…Nothing can be undone now.
The procession in which the Princess— who had failed to escape— was imprisoned in A carriage began splendidly.
Music and cheers filled the air.
“Waaaaaa!”
Soon after, King Liz and his servants, as well as all the people on the streets of the capital, came out and shouted with joy.
* * *
Meanwhile, on the border of Liz, Elisha was snapping back at Noel with his arms crossed.
“For someone so confident in the Kingdom language, try saying it once, Lord Noel. What are you going to say at the immigration checkpoint?”
“You think I can’t do it?”
With a confident expression, Noel introduced himself in the Kingdom language he had cultivated diligently over the years.
“Hello, I am from Liz. How is your day?”
Greetings, self-introductions, and even words of regard that were considerate of the other person. It was truly the best self-introduction guaranteed by Chapter One of the textbook.
Noel raised his chin triumphantly.
But Elisha, a native speaker, had a different idea.
“The composition of the sentence is one thing, but no one is fooled by that wicked rounded pronunciation.”
“Rieta always told me that my Kingdom language was impeccable.”
“That’s because the Princess was so kind-hearted, she even complimented Lord Noel’s ugly round pronunciation. Thank her.”
Noel’s face contorted, somewhat a bit upset that his pronunciation was called ‘wicked’ then ‘ugly’.
“I would like to say that it is a pronunciation mixed with the taste of the Empire. Isn’t that something to be proud of as a Lord of the country?”
“…Why would a person who tries to cross the border with a fake identity boast about that?”
Elisha shook his head.
There were two reasons why both of them went to the Kingdom with new identities.
Of course, the biggest reason was to help Rieta. It was clear that she was in trouble.
However, there were other reasons why the two of them came here alone without the help of the Duke or Sir Jenkins.
They did not seek permission from their teacher and guardian, and came to the border of the Kingdom.
“Well… this won’t do.”
Noel recalled his situation, tied a rope around his neck and passed the end to Elisha.
“What is it?”
“You said you were going to imitate a merchant? Then say I’m your slave. Thus, I’ll even be afraid to talk to you, let alone make eye contact with you.”
Elisha didn’t want to hold on to the rope Noel handed him.
That was… He wondered if it would cause some kind of strange misunderstanding.
A young, handsome male slave…
“What, you don’t want to?”
“I’m just worried that dirty misunderstandings will stick to Lord Noel.”
“Whatever, what’s the big deal?”
Despite Elisha’s hesitant attitude, Noel only forced the rope into Elisha’s hand.
“Better than delaying us. Are you going to make Rieta wait longer?”
Of course, there was nothing more terrifying than that, so Elisha squeezed the rope Noel had given him.
“I might be a little rough with Lord Noel. Usually merchants are like that.”
Noel grinned at Elisha’s warning as he began pulling the loose rope taut, as though telling him to do it quickly.
* * *
Rieta’s wedding procession was simple.
No, to be honest, it was shameful to call it a royal procession.
At the front, there was a carriage she rode on.
The coachman and the mercenary Emile took the driver’s seat.
Behind it was another small carriage.
There was Rieta’s luggage for her use during the travels, and an elderly errand woman from the Empire as Rieta’s maid.
Around the two carriages, mercenaries who received orders from the King were escorting them.
Of course, they assumed that no one would threaten the poor Princess, so they all followed the carriage with a flippant attitude.
In conclusion, Rieta was left alone in the strikingly luxurious carriage.
Even so, she wasn’t very free.
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