“Princess!” Yuutarou shouted, a scowl forming on his lips.

You have went out to the capital again, and this time later than ever. It is 10 P.M.

“Princess, please, the Emperor will not be pleased!” He says, hurrying after you.

What kind of girl is this? He thought to himself, Does she have a death wish? She is worrying her father, as well as me!

“Princess! Come here immediately, before I chase you down and tackle you!” He shouts again.