Posts from Sakuramoria Auto-translated

- That's why you need to become a decent person to understand this. Greet everyone every day, even if they initially look at you with incomprehension. Pick up a pencil for your classmate, spread a rug for your mother near the carriage, light a cigarette, carry a heavy bag of textbooks. In three months, you won't recognize yourself. And you will have something positive to remember from your school years, besides returning to the world of peasants with pitchforks.

— Children follow their parents' example, so maybe if you prove yourself to be a good wife and a wise queen, then I will listen to your advice...

- Well, I'll check. A mother shouldn't be ashamed of her child, but proud. Figuratively speaking.

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.

The Queen passes them.

Alidum opens the high doors of the villa for Futabe and, like a doorman, allows her to enter, after which he follows her, and together they go first to the third floor, then to a large room where the king liked to spend a long time alone.
— Father, Mother has arrived.
— Oh? — Distracted from some alchemical flasks and other devices, His Majesty turns his gaze to his wife, completely ignoring Alidum. — Your beautiful radiance, as always, is brighter than the stars in the sky, my beloved. — He pushes aside a chair that was standing at the table by the window and invites Futabe to sit down, after which he finally pays attention to Alidum. — What are you standing there for? Organize some food for Mother, quickly. 
— As you wish, Father...
Alidum leaves and leaves the wife and husband alone.

/I forgot to mention that the king threw an ashtray at Alidume when he said that./

The president sits down in a chair.

- Well, my love, tell me, how was your week? How is school going? How are the teachers, and how is Levisia doing as your secretary? Have you gotten used to your new life?

Alright, photographers, let's wrap up this lesson.

Where's Aretz? I don't have anything suitable on my hard drive, and I'm too lazy to look.
I only have this photo:

Elliott in a rocking chair.

/Post an artwork featuring a zombie and say it's a picture of Vailis/

Arz couldn't shake off his sleep, so he remained in that cursed hall forever...

- There's a lot of work, and it's tiring, but when I think - if not me, then who? - these thoughts fade away... As for Levia, she's still reeling from the situation. It's not every day, after all, that your own father tries to sacrifice you. But she's channeling this dissonance into providing invaluable help with all the issues that are causing difficulties. I couldn't ask for a better granddaughter. You should apologize to her... not as a monarch, but as a family member...

— Undoubtedly, there is nothing but truth in your words! And why do we need wise men from the pages of history when we have you? I will definitely apologize, I give you my royal word! By the way, my dear, what do you think – should I call a dinner party and introduce you to the other members of the family? — Meanwhile, Alidum enters the room and places a dessert and some kind of drink on the table where his parents were sitting. Then he silently leaves, trying not to disturb the "adults". — I think they will be very happy to meet you. And if they aren't, I will simply disown them and send them into exile, ha-ha-ha!

- Ha-ha-ha! A-ha-ha! - Judging by this, kings had their own version of the "three-hundred jokes" category. - I think we shouldn't rush this. Not much time has passed since my debut, and the aftershocks haven't subsided yet, and there's also a lot of important work to do. We need to give people time to come to terms with this idea.

— Hmm... I see, I see. Well, that makes sense. In that case, how about going to the capital and showing yourself to the people? Let the commoners have a little joy in their lives, let them look at you, and their work will become easier. Contemplating your beauty will cure all ills, and a healthy nation is always a good thing! — The king places his hand on top of the queen's hand. — I've missed you so much, my dear... Maybe you should move here, forget about that dormitory? It's not that far to the academy by carriage.

- A candidate chosen by the people should still embody its spirit, free from the overwhelming influence of formalities. I must follow the academic path as it was originally intended... In this regard, I already have a question for you. What is the purpose of my demonic escort in this educational institution? I'm not entirely clear about the goal you, or he, had in sending him there with his inherent traits.