“When will the Nox train station be completed?”â
Cynthia asked Masera, tearing off a piece of cotton candy she had bought on the street.
âIf all goes well, around the time of the White Nights, when the sun shines all day long.â
âEarly summer? Thatâs fast. I need to prepare to receive the immigrants in advance. I want to go see it once before then.â
Masera was bothered by the wistful expression on Cynthiaâs face as she turned her head. He wondered why she was making that face.
âWeâll go after the harshest part of winter passes.â
Even with his suggestion, she still gazed at the snowflakes falling slowly like flower petals, lost in thought.
âAfter the harshest part of winter passes, weâll just have a less cold winter pretending to be spring, thoughâŠâ
Masera looked at her with a serious expression.
She was actually feeling a little sad because instead of a spring festival full of flowers, there were only ice fishing festivals and ice-breaking competitions.
Masera said,
âThen we can go see spring in another country.â
âOh? Thereâs an idea.â
Cynthiaâs expression finally brightened.
Cynthia looked at Eugene, who was eating cotton candy with an expressionless face.
âEugene, letâs go find spring later.â
âIâve already seen it. When my nose itches and I sneeze repeatedly, thatâs spring.â
âIsnât that just a pollen allergy?â
Masera listened to the voices of the two people chatting and looked up at the slightly darkened sky.
The snow that had been pouring down enough to obscure his vision had become as light as feathers, and the weather was milder than before.
It looked like the snow was about to stop for the first time in a while.
* * *
Back in his residence, Masera was lost in thought for a long time.
âHow did it come to this?â
He couldnât understand why he kept thinking about Cynthia. It was as if he had slowly become dyed without even realizing it.
Looking back, he wasnât that special to Cynthia.
She was equally kind to everyone, only making the other person mistakenly believe they were special.
âFrom the start, I havenât done anything she would like.â
In particular, hadnât he firmly stated that their marriage was just a transaction?
The doctor said that the fact that it was a country with four seasons of cold and long nights could also affect his mind.
Maybe she would suddenly leave to find a warm spring instead of this place where the dreary winter repeats.
âCould it be that she helped the work proceed smoothly because she wanted to leave me quickly? Could it be that she was planning to leave, pretending to be dead with a suicide noteâŠâŠ.â
How hard was it for her to be by my side?
âNow that we seem to have achieved each otherâs goals, I suppose itâs okay to leave without regret?â
Imagining this, Masera quickly shook his head.
âThat wonât do.â
Other bastards greedy for royal blood would rush in to remarry her.
From the beginning, wasnât the biggest purpose of this marriage to prevent the restoration of the monarchy?
He tried to think as rationally as possible, but the scene of men handing Cynthia bouquets and rings and proposing to her flashed vividly in his mind.
Even if his feelings for her were uncertain, he couldnât bear to see that.
ââŠâŠI have no choice but to forcibly hold her by my side, using every means possible.â
Still, wouldnât it be better for both of us if she liked me rather than hated me?
He immediately went to his adjutants to ask for advice.
âWhatâs a way to make a woman happy?â
Everyone was startled and froze at his unconventional question, as he had been indifferent to women in the past.
âAre you talking about the Princess?â
Masera nodded.
He had heard the shocking news that he had been walking around the streets with babyâs breath flowers before, but to think he was paying this much attention.
Captain Declan, who usually disliked Cynthia, had a dumbfounded expression.
On the other hand, the rest of them thought of her favorably.
âSheâs kind and friendly. She often brings us delicious things. The Princess isnât to blame for what the previous generation did.â
At that time, a sergeant, his face red, hesitated and asked.
âSo, what field are you talking aboutâŠâŠ? Are you talking about doing it with your body?â
âOf course, you have to use your body.â
âHe doesnât look weak at all. Did the Princess scold him or something?â
The sergeantâs face, who had completely misunderstood, turned even redder.
A lieutenant, who claimed to be an expert in romance with skillful techniques, coughed dryly.
âArenât we all adults? Letâs talk openly.â
The sergeant didnât know what to do and rubbed his cheeks at the suddenly intense topic of conversation.
Then, a sergeant with five years of marriage experience said.
âWomen like sincerity.â
Others chimed in one by one.
âItâs important to approach slowly. Even if it takes a little timeâŠâŠ.â
âNo, you have to hit it hard all at once! Donât you know about power?â
âThese perverts! Theyâre making such explicit remarks without a care!â
The sergeant, who was immune to this kind of content, covered his ears and closed his eyes. He recited âgood thoughtsâ over and over again.
As a result of a long discussion, opinions were divided into romantics who advocated for sincere handwritten letters and capitalists who advocated for an offensive of expensive gifts.
âIâm the only one whoâs rotten.â
The sergeant, realizing that this wasnât the story he had imagined, wore a hollow smile.
âIt seems like thereâs not much time, so the faster, the better. I donât care how much money it costs.â
Masera adopted an aggressive method involving expenses.
A sergeant from a wealthy family added advice.
âRecently, the Princess has been active in high society, hasnât she? You should give her something rare that everyone can show off. For example, a necklace with a historical narrative, like the one the Sun Emperor gave to the Empress two centuries agoâŠâŠ.â
âIsnât that a national treasure of the kingdom? The only way to get it is to plunder it in war.â
Anyway, to sum up the opinions, it seemed that sincerity + high value + narrative were important.
The operations officer, a strategist, raised his glasses and said,
âFirst, letâs go with a war of attrition that satisfies most of the conditions that have been mentioned so far. This is a useful negotiation tactic.â
âIndeed, heâs skilled in strategy and tactics.â
Masera crossed his arms and nodded.
* * *
The next day, Cynthia was surprised to see gift boxes piled up in her room.
Surrounded by a fortress of boxes as tall as her, she asked Masera, who was standing in front of the threshold.
âBrigadier General, what are all these?â
âGifts I bought while visiting NoxâŠâŠ.â
âLooking at the boxes, you bought them at the capitalâs department store, though?â
âSheâs unnecessarily sharp.â
Masera quickly fabricated a reason for the gifts, as he was completely unable to bring himself to say âto make the Princess happyâ.
âI heard that today is a day for giving gifts.â
There were several commercial holidays created by large companies, so it was a good reason to make up.
âWo-ah!â
Cynthia seemed more surprised by the fact that Masera had remembered the anniversary than by the gifts piled up in front of her.
âYou said itâs important to look good to others, so you have to show off, right?â
âIâll go beyond bragging to the neighborhood and go on an overseas tour.â
âThatâs a bit muchâŠâŠ.â
Cynthia, who opened a small gift box first, widened her eyes at the jewelry. It looked expensive at first glance.
âYou even engraved my name on the jewelry?â
Did he prepare this much because of what others think? Cynthia blinked.
âDoes that mean you want me to cherish it?â
âYes.â
âIf she ever runs away and sells it, it will be easy to track.â
That was actually Maseraâs scheme. He was inwardly pleased and decided to bring up the most difficult thing.
âLetâs go out.â
âWhy?â
âLetâs go out for a meal and then enjoy some cultural activitiesâŠâŠ.â
âLike a date?â
At Cynthiaâs question, he began to feel pressured.
His lips were tightly closed, completely unable to say that it was a date request to make her happy.
He eventually made up another excuse.
âIâd like to ask you to participate in a survey to create a living area in Nox.â
âOh, okay.â
In the end, he succeeded in going on a date that wasnât a date.
Since the snow had stopped, he was planning to spend the day based on the strategic date course planned by the operations officer.
âSpend some time together, even if itâs just for one day. Eat delicious food and see good things.â
âIâve already made a scheduleâŠâŠ.â
Masera unfolded the paper that the operations officer had written, then neatly folded it and threw it in the trash.
âIâll just follow your opinion.â
The operations officer seemed to be good at strategy and tactics, but not at dating women.
I always get a kick out of the scenes where the MLs comrades of whatever flavor suits the story circle up for some deadly serious romance instruction and/or strategy sessions.