
"Commander Law, is there a problem?"
That morning a soldier appeared with a serious face.
"What's wrong? Has the enemy attacked."
"Mayones for the royal stock is up."
"What?" shouted so.
The next day the soldier reappeared in front of Law.
"What's wrong? The enemy?" ask Law seriously.
"Toilet paper runs out."
"What?"
And the afternoon when they were practicing.
"Law's commander has another problem?"
"This is definitely the enemy."
"There's a discount at the mall."
"What's? Why did you just say, practice later just go shopping."
"Ready gan."
Souma who was always in every incident just let out a long sigh from behind the commander's back.
"I have doubts about the future of this kingdom" he said in his heart.
Today Souma was invited to go to the palace tower where the Celestrial princess had been waiting for him with a small celebration held for the two of them, today was Souma's last day at the palace hence Celestrial prepared this all.
On top of the tower that had been conjured with a pedestal made of red cloth, Celestrial sat down with a bottle of wine in her hand considering how she was drinking it Souma was clearly confused.
He sat down and held his glass.
"A princess doesn't deserve to drink like this."
"But today I would like to welcome you as an ordinary citizen so please treat me like an ordinary person."
Souma sighed softly and then poured the bottle on the Celestrial glass, most likely during her father's illness this princess had been enduring a lot of pressure from everyone and now that it was all over, it was likely that during the time that her father was sick this princess had been enduring a lot of pressure from everyone and now that it was all over, his heart felt free that even the decision of the moon magician would help this kingdom was a great victory, even so.
"Are you feeling nervous?"
"I just sometimes think it would be better if I lived in the village as an ordinary girl than a princess."
"When being a princess is so much fun you can have whatever you have."
"No, I don't have any of the things here just made for the sake of the country even my marriage has also been determined."
Souma finally understood what his interlocutor was thinking, he felt fully responsible with what was happening here. But Souma had his own thoughts.
"Whatever your choice such a thing is inevitable, I am amazed that the princess prefers to follow your heart."
"Souma?"
"..."
"You rejected their proposal because you didn't like them."
The princess nodded small in response.
"Then you're not wrong."
A moment of silence was felt between the two until Celestrial opened her mouth.
"It was supposed to be a party to take you away but I was talking at will, I'm sorry."
"Don't think about it but are we just going to drink it. I honestly don't really like alcoholic beverages."
"I ask the waiter to stay down, let me call."
"No, let me."
When Souma was about to step foot Celestrial called out her name from behind until she stopped and turned around to make sure Celestrial was looking at her.
"I have a request... Will you mind me?"
"Huh?" Souma just gawked in disbelief what he had heard.
The next day they had returned to Souma's residence in the riot village through his teleportation magic, he was not alone but the princess also went along with him.
"Why did you refuse my request?"
"It's obvious, what kind of girl would ask such a strange thing to a plain and pious man like me."
"Plain and alim, very suspicious."
"Whispering."
"But it doesn't matter so in exchange for my request I can stay in your shop with the others."
"Right, but don't expect me to treat you as a princess, you're from now on just as a store employee nothing more."
"No problem."
"What about Sebastian?"
"He was a servant at the Duke's residence, until I returned to the palace he would be there."
"Thank God, let's go in."
When the door was opened the three Souma employees greeted him well.
"Souma has come home, I have made food and filled the tub with warm water please take a bath first."
"I'll rub your back."
"You must be tired I'll massage your shoulders later."
Souma had a difficult expression.
"Wait a minute, why are you so good. This is terrible Oi."