I hurriedly showered and brushed my teeth. Since Ophelia asked if I could hold out a little longer because food would be provided there, I roughly buttered a slice of toast and ate it, then said okay. Honestly, it felt more like I was tired than actually very hungry.
Besides, this body gets pretty full after eating just one or two slices of bread, so the toast was enough.
“But... do I really have to wear that...?”
“Since it’s an official engagement, yes.”
“B-but... Britain has a queen, so if I wear something like a tiara, wouldn’t I be punished...?”
“There is no such law.”
Apparently it’s fine to wear something on your head. Impersonating royalty is, of course, illegal and punishable, but the princess outfit I’m wearing is basically just at the level of ordinary cosplay. Nobody would look at this dress and think, ‘Whoa, is she really a princess...?’
“Ophelia, then what are we going there for?”
“You mean the headquarters of the British Hunter Association?”
“Yep.”...
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