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- Well, I'll check. A mother shouldn't be ashamed of her child, but proud. Figuratively speaking. Author
The carriage is heading towards the royal villa, from the entrance of which a long red carpet stretches directly to the carriage doors. On both sides of this carpet, a dozen maids lined up, wearing outfits similar to the one Futaba herself was wearing. When the girl steps onto the ground, the maids will bow low and say in unison, "Welcome home, Your Majesty!" and will not raise their heads until the queen passes them.
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