Isabel felt a little regretful.
This time, she had unusually brought Iver and Lily along... but perhaps because they had arrived a little early, there were not many students in the cafeteria yet. Most of them had not noticed that Her Highness the Princess was there at all.
And even among the few students who did see them, they merely glanced over with some curiosity.
At most, a few were surprised enough to point them out from a distance to their friends and chat about them for a couple of sentences.
No one reacted particularly strongly, and no one came over to strike up a conversation with either her or Iver.
It was completely different from last time.
This time, Isabel had secretly prepared answers in advance for all kinds of questions. Yet none of them had been needed.
Right up until they finished eating and left, not a single person had sat beside them or come over to speak with them.
For a moment, Isabel felt somewhat dazed.
"...It was really this simple?"
"It was never difficult in the first place."
After eating his fill, Iver felt a little sleepy. He narrowed his eyes and lounged in his wheelchair under the sun, answering softly in a light, drowsy tone: "You were only frightening yourself.
"Besides, someone approaching you when you're alone is completely different from someone approaching you when you have people beside you. And even if someone does come to talk to you, you can simply ignore him.
"Think of it this way—if a commoner sent Her Majesty the Queen a letter, would Her Majesty necessarily write back?"
"...Grandmother really would."
Isabel answered in a small voice.
Iver was rather surprised. He straightened up, opened his eyes, and looked at Isabel. "Really?"
*That old lady must be terribly