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It was a sunny morning. Ange and Charlotte were talking about something in the princess's room.

Ange was wearing a princess dress when Charlotte was wearing Ange's clothes. The girls started arguing.

— I think that this replacement will get in the way now. — Ange was saying, sitting in front of the mirror.

— I wasn't the first to start an argument.

Charlotte replied, putting the crown on Ange.

Ange's face changed to one of displeasure.

— It was a reckless act done on emotion.

— And what will your judgment say if he finds out the truth? — The princess was smilingly interested

— Okay, fine, but only for one day. Ange asked.

— That's fine. Charlotte continued to smile.

The team room. Chise, Beatrice, Glory and Dorothy are sitting in it. The latter are vigorously debating.

"She still won't believe that you drank me too much last night," Dorothy said.

— And I said that the wine was bullshit. — Svyat claimed.

— Do you even know how much it costs? Beatrice chimed in.

— Well, how much? — Glory was sipping tea.

Dorothy whispered the price in the Saint's ear. The kid choked.

— Yes, I drank gasoline from a mug on ghost street, it's cheaper and...

Charlotte and Ange enter the room. Svyat immediately fell silent, as if he saw a huge flying lizard.

Ange started talking.

— Dorothy, did you get any assignments from the control today?

Dorothy thought about it.

— No, it seems today is our day off.

"But Miss Dorothy, what about classes?" — Beatrice broke into the conversation.

— Oh, yeah, that's right. — Dorothy said, glancing at the Saint. — "you'd like to go too, or you'll have questions, Glory Lavigne." — Dorothy went on sarcastically.

The saint took a sip and answered.

—All right, Miss Dolly.

Dorothy chuckled.

— 1:1.

Chise complained.

— Are you having an intellectual duel?

Dorothy and Saint in one voice.

- no.

— And as for me, it's hilarious childishness. — Charlotte was saying, looking at Dorothy. — "Miss Dolly, could you give me a ride?" Today is a meeting between the entire royal family.

— Why not, classes can wait. — Dorothy replied.

— Okay, I'm going to get ready. — Charlotte said smiling as she left the room.

Ange came out too.

Chise asked.

— Have you noticed that the princess is acting strangely?

— Maybe he's worried, maybe all the heirs will come together at the meeting.

Svyat took a sip of tea and said in a monotone.

— And there's something wrong with the face.

Classes have started. Chise, Beatrice and Ange sat in the classrooms and studied hard. Svyat stubbornly did not understand what class he was sitting in.

Meanwhile, Charlotte and Dorothy arrived at the scene. There the princess met the chamberlain again. He offered to play chess. During the game, Winston spoke up.

— And what is it like to return to your family?

Charlotte hesitated

Winston continued.

— I heard you haven't been here for a long time, except for the ball 2 days ago. And in a word, you are not the only one who returned home.

Moving the pieces, the princess asked.

— Who do you mean?

— Prince Richard, he returned from abroad last night. — the chamberlain explained.

— It sounds great. The princess replied in a calm voice.

Winston examined the board and amiably suggested a draw. Charlotte politely agreed, not hiding her joy at the result.

Winston added.

— And good luck with the performance.

Charlotte thanked the chamberlain and left.

Meanwhile, the Saint, who was in class, fell into thought.

"It's strange, all this" — frowning, he looked at the board of the Saint.

"And Charlotte and Ange were acting strangely. Maybe they want to get rid of me?" the kid continued twisting the pen.

"Hmm... Or maybe yours..." — the Saint abruptly asked to leave. He made a sharp dash for the exit. Running to the garage, Svyat asked, almost interrogating.

— Will you take me to the royal?!

Steve, bored on the couch, consulted.

— Now?

Holy, short of breath.

— Yes, Charlotte and Dor are there in general...

— Let's go already, I got it, — Steve immediately started the car. They went to the royal house.

Meanwhile, at the royal house, Dorothy was talking to Charlotte.

"How long have you been like this?" — Dorothy shot him a disapproving look.

— Well, who started this argument? Charlotte frowned.

Dorothy chuckled.

— Why, then, was it necessary to agree? You knew that I would win anyway, and even without luck, you would have lost.

— What are you implying? — Charlotte was angry.

The chamberlain came and said.

— Your performance, in a couple of minutes.

Charlotte got nervous, but went to get ready.

Just before the start, Svyat and Steve burst in. When Glory saw Dorothy, he asked.

"So where is she?"

Surprised by the boy's appearance, Dorothy replied.

— There. She pointed in the direction of the piano.

Svyat rushed there, Steve stayed with Dorothy.

— Honestly, I don't know how, you do business with this child.

— On the one hand, it's a problem, and on the other, it's even fun. Dorothy replied.

People crowded in front of the piano. Svyat saw through the crack that the performance was about to begin. Seeing the tools in the distance, I went to them.

Charlotte was worried, but she started playing.(the music is "A page of my story"), but the first attempt was cut short. Worryingly, starting the second one, Svyat joined the composition with a guitar, playing along. From that moment on, the song went as well as it could. Before the final chorus, Svyat began to play along quieter and quieter so that only Charlotte's playing could be heard. The princess played the last note, and there was silence in the hall. In the distance, someone began to clap softly, after which a roar of applause sounded along the chain.

Charlotte smiled, looking at the Saint, saw that he was clapping the calmest of all, but at the same time not hiding his joy.

Then he handed over something and left.

Approaching the car, Steve asked the Saint.

— Which coffin should I order for you?

The saint was taken aback, but thought about it.

— A stone one will do.

Charlotte looked at the messages and gave it to Dorothy.

Dorothy arrived at the academy and handed the note to Ange.

Chise and Beatrice were in the room, checking whether the katana could withstand a heavy load, when they saw Dorothy come in, they asked.

"Will Miss be back soon?"

— Hmm, she has urgent business.

At that moment in the pub, Svyat was sitting at a table by the window.

Ange came into the pub and saw a bored Saint and sat down with him.

Svyat grinned.

— Yes, it's true, the faces are different.

— Well, you should learn how to make compliments. Ange said.

The saint smiled and began to pour wine.

— Well, since you've come, tell me what it's like to be in your place.

Ange understood at that moment, too.