ed up bringing the food to her mouth.

The rolled omelet that tasted like kombu dashi soup… Even though I want to eat while savoring it more.

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Besides, it seems like Grandmother will scold me about how butting in others’ conversation is unseemly if I join in there.
Nobles are troublesome.

(T/N: Kombu dashi: Japanese soup stock made from kelp (kombu seaweed))

“Imperial Prince Tasuku, the sauce that glazes this eggplant has an incredible taste.
It’s a flavor I have never tasted before.”

Finding it unpleasant if Emma stood out alone, Beatrix expressed her thoughts on the dish.

It seemed she had temporarily given up on the chopsticks and used a fork and a knife to eat.

“Ah, that is ‘miso.‘ Um… ‘fermented soya…?‘ …’koji mold…?‘ I’m sorry, I couldn’t describe it well because I don’t know the words, but it’s a commonly used seasoning in our country.”

The Imperial Prince was confused on how to explain miso.

Given that Imperial Japan had just begun diplomatic relations with the Kingdom as His Majesty said, the Prince might not have enough time to study the language after his study abroad was decided.
The Imperial Prince apologized that he still didn’t know many complicated words.

“Miso? It sounds unusual, doesn’t it.
It has a rich and delicious taste.”

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“It’s a flavor I have never had before, but it certainly is delicious.
It seems to be an ingredient our kingdom doesn’t have.”

Arthur and the Prince seemed interested in the grilled eggplant with sweet miso paste after eating it.

The Imperial Prince smiled frustratedly.

Ah, I recognize that smile…

Emma suddenly recalled a memory of her past life.
Emma, or rather Minato, had also experienced it before.

The well-off unmarried Minato often traveled alone.
Her favorite destination was Kyoto.
For some reason, whenever she went there, there was a high chance that foreigners would ask her for directions.

Being called with an ‘excuse me~‘ when going to a sightseeing spot even though she never heard any English in her daily life.
Is this the fate of all people with a 100% Japanese face?

Her English grades weren’t bad when she was a student, but it became much more difficult when it came to speaking.

She just wanted to say, “Go straight, there’ll be a shrine on your right, then the station can be seen right away after crossing,” but because she panicked, the English she had learned for so many years was just stuck on her brain.
She knew what she wanted to say yet couldn’t communicate it.
Emma knew that frustrating feeling very well.

The smile I made at that time, is it the same as Prince’s smile right now?

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