There Is No Place For Fakes

er direction.
I tried to sneak away in the hectic gap, but it was too much.

“I’ve got a carriage.
Unfortunately, we all came on horseback… It might be inconvenient since it’s a regular hire car, but you can rest in peace as long as you go to Saint-Gen.”

“It’s okay to stay here tonight.”

“No.
There is no suitable place to rest for Your Highness in Angelium.
Let’s go to the hotel in Saint-Gen.”

Nassar said, staring at the police station building.
He wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.

“Let’s get in.”

When the carriage arrived, he politely escorted me.

Passers-by on the roadside stopped to watch them.

The uniformed elite knights of Nassar and Avrydon stood out too much.

‘There’s no way I’m going to stay here any longer.’

The luggage I left at the inn was trodden on in my heart.
If nothing else, the book is there.
If you pack your luggage, even the books will fall into Nassar’s hands.

He will hand over Philomel’s belongings to the imperial family according to the transfer procedure, and if others check the contents of the book…

‘It’s the worst.’

The book contains the truth that you want to hide.
The fake princess who pretended to be nice was a villain who deserved to be executed.

‘Let’s give up the book for now.’

If you succeed in convincing Nassar from now on, you can come and pick it up later.

Firstly, I had to talk to Nassar alone, avoiding people’s eyes.

Philomel called for Nassar, who gave instructions to the knight who had brought the horse.

“Nassar”

“Yes.”

“Please ride Nassar too.”

“… Am I also in the carriage?”

“Yeah, I have something to talk about.”

Nassar entrusted his horse to the knight and followed Philomel into the carriage.

It was a strange face that seemed nervous and happy at the same time.

”

The two of them were silent for a while inside the carriage that started to move.
Something warm touched Philomel’s cheek as she was lost in thought.

“The cheeks are… swollen.”

Nassar carefully touched the reddened skin.

“How did this happen?”

It seems that the eyes facing each other have sharpened a little.

“I fell.”

“…okay.”

It was a wound that anyone could see, but Philomel’s pride did not allow him to explain every word.

In my experience, being slapped was a very humiliating thing.

“It is an ointment made by the family mage.”

Nassar pulled out a flat medicine bottle from his pocket.

“This is what I use, and it works well.
If it’s not a big wound, it will heal quickly.”

As a knight who handles swords, Nassar was often slightly injured.

“What I’m doing is… you probably don’t want it.”

“I’ll apply it myself.”

“Yes.
Here you are.”

I was handed the medicine bottle.
He may have shown a small kindness to her as a medicine, but Philomel was a burden.

Philomel opened the cap and applied a green ointment with a strong herbal scent to her cheek.
Which was certainly very hot.

Nassar laughed softly.

“Soon there will be no trace of it.”

“…thanks.”

Philomele, however, could not laugh at ease.  My head ached, not knowing how to overcome this situation.

Nassar had a big misunderstanding, or perhaps he was too uptight.

According to common sense, the Emperor could not have ordered Philomel to be searched for as his missing daughter.

The reason for not revealing that it is fake at this point is probably because it is not too late to announce it after catching Philomel and everything becomes clear.
It was refreshing to use his misunderstanding to frighten offended people.

‘What can I do? How can I get out of this place?’

No matter how much I rolled my head, no trick came to mind.

Nassar is different from the security guards.
He was not a great man to be fooled by improvised lies.

 … This is how it happened, it’s a judge.

“Your Highness, do you have any concerns…”

“Nassar! Do me a favor!”

Philomel took the lead before Nasar came up with it.

“Please, pretend you never saw me today!”

“Yes? That’s…”

“Please!”

I ran to the other side and grabbed him by the hem of his clothes and hung on.

“Now, wait a minute! It is dangerous to get up suddenly.
And… It’s too close!”

Nassar flinched at the face of Philomel, who was suddenly pushed in front of his nose.

Afraid that Philomel might fall in the wobbly wagon, he grabbed her by the waist.
As a result, she became hugged by Nassar.