Isabella: Good morning, sir.

Mycroft: Good morning, Your Royal Highness... May I ask you to come down from the tree first?

The blond girl pursed her lips, let go of her hands unexpectedly, and jumped vertically from the sycamore tree several meters high. Mycroft subconsciously reached out to catch it.

Isabella: Get out of the way!

The girl stood firmly on the ground with one hand. She patted the dust on her skirt, stretched out her dirty paws and shook hands with the tall, dignified and dignified man in a three-piece suit in front of her, showing a reserved look. Elegant perfect smile.

Mycroft, who was hit on the head by fallen leaves: ...

Isabella: Mycroft, I'm just racing and not taking drugs!

Mycroft: My dear princess, this is just a routine inspection, and I have the responsibility to be responsible to Her Majesty the Queen.And, it seems like you need to give me an explanation.

Isabella: The car is new, the license plate number is fake, it has nothing to do with the royal family, and I'm wearing a mask...

Mycroft: That doesn't seem to be the point.

Isabella: ...

Mycroft: Isabella!

The more slender girl was like a boneless snake, lying facelessly on McCoff's desk, her smoky makeup from the previous night was slightly greasy, and she gave a lazy hum.

Mycroft: The last time it was forming an underground death metal rock band in Cambridge, the last time it was dancing late at night in a pub... What about this time?Kissing gay friends at LES bar? !

Isabella: I swear on the Queen, I didn't actually kiss.

McCoff: ...

Mycroft: God...God bless the Prince of Monaco, I don't want this to turn into a nasty diplomatic incident.

Isabella: He's so stupid. To hide that he's gay, he doesn't have to be clever to act like a golden peacock with its tail open at the dinner party.

Mycroft: So you expose him as gay in public, or the one below?

Isabella: I also said he was a sex fanatic.

McCoff: ...

#The little bastard who is more troublesome than Sherlock can't be beaten or scolded

#everyday is avoiding a Royal Scandal for Her Royal Highness the Princess of the British Empire

#God Bless Queen God Bless Daying God Bless Mr. Daying Government's hairline and belly

Punk British Princess X Iceman British Government

The author has something to say:

I can't let go of the introduction, so I will move it here first... In short, this is a cheerful article, without logic or common sense, and the setting has nothing to do with real life.

I believe it is impossible for the royal family to have such a dead princess.

Sudden obsession with Sherlock Holmes, the product of self-cut leg meat, enriches Mr. Daifuku's fan inventory.Have a good time everyone.Update as you please.

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