Rosie's hand, which was pulling out her hair, stopped.
“What is it, what else is there...!”
Rosie asked in a trembling voice, stretching out both hands as if to strangle Moiya’s neck.
“Why is there such a fuss over dancing? It’s not like an intellectual.”
Moiya coughed, "Ahem," and spoke in a rather mature manner.
“Shut up, you ignorant wyvern! You should recite poetry instead. Why did you have to dance and make a fuss... ugh!”
Rosie shouted with all his might in his eyes.
“Why? I danced pretty well.”
“How, how did you dance it? Show me. Dance it now.”
Rosie said with a glimmer of hope in her eyes, leaving her messy orange hair as it was. Moiya started to dance to his own rhythm without a shred of hesitation and with an excited expression on his face.
“Look carefully! Like this, like this, like this, like this...”
Moiya spread his wings, stomped his feet alternately, and shook his shoulders.
“...What the heck!”
'No matter how excited they were or how drunk they were, neither my father nor my grandfather ever saw them dance in such a bizarre way!'
Rosie was in despair.
“Surely I didn’t flap those wings with my arms?”
Rosie followed the Moiya dance, spreading her arms out like Moiya's wings and shouting, "Please tell me it wasn't that kind of dance, you damn wyvern!"
“Wow, it’s exactly the same! You have some talent for dancing, too?”
“Ah, that’s lame... The Prince saw this lame dance? Is that what you mean just now?”
“Yeah. That’s what I’m saying.”
My image is ruined. Rosie let go of the arms she had been holding up like a scarecrow with an expression of disbelief.
“Prince Norton seemed to recognize my dance, Moiya....”
Moiya answered cheerfully, flying around the bedroom.
"...So?"
“Then why did you do that? Of course, I kept looking at that Prince and dancing!”
“...”
The answer was refreshing. Roise picked up the ancient book about wyverns that was lying on the floor.
“Why all of a sudden?”
“I suddenly want to kill you.”
Rosie opened her eyes wide and quickly turned the pages of the book.
“Surely, somewhere in this book is written the method of destroying you... Ugh, since I don’t know the ancient language of the Southern Continent, this is just plain blindness!”
Rosie, who had been flipping through the pages of a book, threw the book onto the bed and started swearing.
“Wow, seriously, our orange-haired girl never complains, but she’s so scary when she opens his mouth. Right? Aoshi?”
Moiya folded his wings and went next to Aoshi, whispering. Aoshi nodded his small head, met Rosie's eyes, and pretended to nibble Moiya's wing.
“And you know, Rosie...”
Moiya cautiously called out to his with eyes that still had something to say. At that moment, Rosie slowly raised her head with a more nervous expression than when Moiya, who had been trapped in an egg for 300 years, came out into the world.
“Why again, what is...?”
If anything, she was about to pick up the old book that was like a brick and throw it at Moiya. Aoshi, who was next to Moiya, slowly moved to Rosie’s side because of the ominous atmosphere.
“Rosie, don’t be surprised. Yes?”
“Hey, that’s already surprising. Don’t hesitate and say it quickly!”
“I was talking about earlier. So, on the way back after the banquet, there was a small event.”
Moiya, who had blinked his red eyes and brought up the subject casually, quickly reassured Rosie, who was suddenly faced with a crumpled expression.
“Calm down, there’s no need to do something like that. It’s really nothing.”
“I just felt like there was a reason why my heart was beating like this...”
Rosie glared at Moiya, placing both hands over her heart.
“If you have trouble breathing, should I tell you later?”
Moiya scratched his head and rolled his red eyes.
“Whew, no. Keep talking.”
“It was a good thing. It was a beautiful thing.”
The more she listened to Moiya, the more Rosie felt uneasy.
“Speak briefly. You still don’t understand human emotions very well, do you? I'm about to explode, so just get to the point!”
Moiya nodded in agreement with Rosir's wishes and then said in a nutshell.
“Prince Norton, confession, successful.”
“Meow meow! (Some crazy guy confessed to Rosie! Congratulations, congratulations.)”
The first to react to Moiya's words was Aoshi. Aoshi jumped up onto Rosie's lap and licked Rosie's hand.
“What, what is this? Can’t you explain it properly? Just throw this away!”
Rosie lifted the book up and shouted at Moiya, but her face began to turn red.
'Why am I like this?'
Her heart was racing. Her face was flushed. This was a completely new feeling for Rosie. It was more exciting than when she found a book with a great secret in the library.
“Huh, you said to just get to the point.”
Moiya, who had a puzzled expression on his face, opened a small drawer behind his and took out a sausage he had hidden inside.
“Kwaaaaaah...”
Moiya held the sausage close to his mouth and blew a small flame.
“Meow? (You’re not going to eat alone, are you, buddy?)”
Aoshi, who was looking at the sausages that were cooking well, moved towards Moiya again, flicking his pink tongue.
“So, Prince Norton... confessed... to me?”
Shudder.
“Huh? Ugh...”
Moiya, who was grilling sausages while breathing fire from his mouth, responded slightly bewildered by Rosie's muttering.
“Oh my, what should I do? What should I do about this...”
Rosie paced around the bedroom, pounding her chest with both hands. Moiya, who took a bite of a well-cooked sausage, exchanged glances with Aoshi next to him. Moiya told Aoshi that Rosie seemed crazy, and he twirled the hand holding the sausage around his head. Aoshi also lifted his front paw and followed Moiya’s actions, snatching the sausage.
“Actually, I confessed to Prince because I thought our master was caught in a trap. Hehe.”
Moiya whispered in a voice that only Aoshi could hear.
“Meow. (What? You didn’t get confessed to? Poor Rosie...)”
“It’s okay. I heard that it’s okay to say and hear the word love.”
Moiya remembered hearing humans speaking from within the egg a hundred years ago.
“Meow?! (Did you even say I love you?!)”
Aoshi was so surprised that he dropped the sausage he was biting on the floor. Moiya picked up the sausage and put it back in Aoshi's mouth.
“Don’t worry, humans have time. Time will solve everything.”
“Meow! (Rosie is the one who gives us sausages. Don’t bully her!)”
“I’m the one who grills the sausages. And who’s the one who’s bullying you?”
“Meow. (But I... I want to comfort her a lot.)”
Moiya held the sausage close to his mouth and blew a small flame.
“Meow? (You’re not going to eat alone, are you, buddy?)”
Aoshi, who was looking at the sausages that were cooking well, moved towards Moiya again, flicking his pink tongue.
“So, Prince Norton... confessed... to me?”
Shudder.
“Huh? Ugh...”
Moiya, who was grilling sausages while breathing fire from his mouth, responded slightly bewildered by Rosie's muttering.
“Oh my, what should I do? What should I do about this...”
Rosie paced around the bedroom, pounding her chest with both hands. Moiya, who took a bite of a well-cooked sausage, exchanged glances with Aoshi next to him. Moiya told Aoshi that Rosie seemed crazy, and he twirled the hand holding the sausage around his head. Aoshi also lifted his front paw and followed Moiya’s actions, snatching the sausage.
“Actually, I confessed to Prince because I thought our master was caught in a trap. Hehe.”
Moiya whispered in a voice that only Aoshi could hear.
“Meow. (What? You didn’t get confessed to? Poor Rosie...)”
“It’s okay. I heard that it’s okay to say and hear the word love.”
Moiya remembered hearing humans speaking from within the egg a hundred years ago.
“Meow?! (Did you even say I love you?!)”
Aoshi was so surprised that he dropped the sausage he was biting on the floor. Moiya picked up the sausage and put it back in Aoshi's mouth.
“Don’t worry, humans have time. Time will solve everything.”
“Meow! (Rosie is the one who gives us sausages. Don’t bully her!)”
“I’m the one who grills the sausages. And who’s the one who’s bullying you?”
“Meow. (But I... I want to comfort her a lot.)”
Aoshi looked up at Rosie with pity and cried.
“When did he start to fall for me? The day we first met in the back garden of the Empress’s Palace? Or maybe at the lakeside where I went for a picnic with Her Highness Melanie? Oh, maybe it was when I dropped this book.”
As Rosie's monologue became longer, Moiya and Aoshi's sighs also became longer.
“Yeah, after seeing the old book, I felt like he was specially looking at me. Moiya, what do you think?”
“I think it’s dog shit.”
At Moiya's comment about dog poop, Aoshi, the cat, rolled around on the floor with a sausage in his mouth and laughed.
“He's not attracted to my intellectual charm?”
Rosie tilted her head and fell into thought again. Moiya just let Rosie be mistaken. It was too far to go back to tell her the truth. Fortunately, she looked happy for some reason. That was fine. What did it matter who confessed first? The order in which humans confessed their love was not important to Moiya, a young wyvern. In any case, he was glad that he had helped his master in supporting the temple, and Rosie seemed happy, so that was fine. What if Prince Norton had openly said no to Rosie? Then he could just twist his balls off.
“That’s strange. What could it be that he fell in love with...”
Rosie's agony continued as she looked into the mirror. Then, Aoshi lifted his front paw and began to imitate the dance that Moiya had been dancing.
“Hey, do you think the Prince fell in love with Moiya’s dance?”
Rose jumped as she watched Aoshi dance in the mirror.
“It’s quite possible.”
Moiya spoke reassuringly to Rosie, who was ignoring his dancing.
“I told you, you couldn’t take your eyes off my dancing?”
Just a moment ago, Rosie, who had been snorting at Moiya's dance, turned a little more serious.
“...Which arm did you move first just now? Try dancing again.”
Rosie asked Moiya, waving her arms. That's how Rosie learned the dance that Moiya danced at the banquet hall until late at night. Even though he was a wyvern trapped in an egg for 300 years, Moiya instinctively knew that his dance was a courtship dance that wyverns dance during the breeding season.
***
Prince Norton arrived at the villa and arrived at the floor where he was staying.
“Norton!”
He turned around at the sound of his name being called. Princess Resilia was following him up the stairs. She seemed to be waiting for him around the floor where the Prince was staying.
“What... happened?”
How could the siblings be so shameless in the same way? The siblings took turns asking each other the questions they really wanted to ask.
“It seems a bit strange for a question from someone who has been stood up... Don’t you think so, Princess?”
Prince Norton asked the Princess with a blank expression.
“Wh, what are you talking about?”
“What happened to the Princess? Why didn’t you show up at the meeting place?”
“No. I’ve been waiting the whole time.”
“You’ve been waiting? I’m just passing through the back gate of the Opera Palace. What are you talking about, Princess?”
“The back gate? I was told to meet you at the main gate of the palace...?”
Princess Resilia raised her voice and looked resentful as she tried to avoid the argument. Prince Norton did not question her. Her unstable eyes were telling lies anyway.
“Yeah, I guess I misheard.”
Prince Norton nodded in agreement with Princess Resilia's words and willingly played along with her lies.
“It’s late today, so I guess we’ll talk later. I’m a little tired.”
Since he had no more patience to show to Princess Resilia, it was best to avoid her at this point.
“Oh, yes! We can talk about it tomorrow. Good night, my love.”
Even to her, Prince Norton looked quite tired.
"...Good night."
Prince Norton was fed up with the Princess’s fake voice and fake smile but tried to smile. Princess Resilia, who had greeted him, stood still and gave him a charming look with a regretful expression. However, Prince Norton pretended not to see her and immediately turned around and headed to his room. The Prince returned to his room, closed the door, and stood there for a moment, lost in thought.
“Why did I suddenly think of that?”
While he was talking face-to-face with the extremely pretty Princess Resilia, he kept seeing other people’s faces. The innocent face of Consort Rosie Adelid, who had been pouring out her incoherent confessions to him. The feeling that had hit rock bottom just a moment ago seemed to improve a little when he thought of Consort Rosie’s aggressive confession of love. Prince Norton made a promise to himself. If he ever met Consort Rosie again tomorrow, he would at least hold her hand like she had wished.
“If you like me that much, can you organize it for me?”
“Norton!”
He turned around at the sound of his name being called. Princess Resilia was following him up the stairs. She seemed to be waiting for him around the floor where the Prince was staying.
“What... happened?”
How could the siblings be so shameless in the same way? The siblings took turns asking each other the questions they really wanted to ask.
“It seems a bit strange for a question from someone who has been stood up... Don’t you think so, Princess?”
Prince Norton asked the Princess with a blank expression.
“Wh, what are you talking about?”
“What happened to the Princess? Why didn’t you show up at the meeting place?”
“No. I’ve been waiting the whole time.”
“You’ve been waiting? I’m just passing through the back gate of the Opera Palace. What are you talking about, Princess?”
“The back gate? I was told to meet you at the main gate of the palace...?”
Princess Resilia raised her voice and looked resentful as she tried to avoid the argument. Prince Norton did not question her. Her unstable eyes were telling lies anyway.
“Yeah, I guess I misheard.”
Prince Norton nodded in agreement with Princess Resilia's words and willingly played along with her lies.
“It’s late today, so I guess we’ll talk later. I’m a little tired.”
Since he had no more patience to show to Princess Resilia, it was best to avoid her at this point.
“Oh, yes! We can talk about it tomorrow. Good night, my love.”
Even to her, Prince Norton looked quite tired.
"...Good night."
Prince Norton was fed up with the Princess’s fake voice and fake smile but tried to smile. Princess Resilia, who had greeted him, stood still and gave him a charming look with a regretful expression. However, Prince Norton pretended not to see her and immediately turned around and headed to his room. The Prince returned to his room, closed the door, and stood there for a moment, lost in thought.
“Why did I suddenly think of that?”
While he was talking face-to-face with the extremely pretty Princess Resilia, he kept seeing other people’s faces. The innocent face of Consort Rosie Adelid, who had been pouring out her incoherent confessions to him. The feeling that had hit rock bottom just a moment ago seemed to improve a little when he thought of Consort Rosie’s aggressive confession of love. Prince Norton made a promise to himself. If he ever met Consort Rosie again tomorrow, he would at least hold her hand like she had wished.
“If you like me that much, can you organize it for me?”
***
The next day. I had breakfast with him in Linel's bedroom. After the meal was over and two cups of tea were placed on the table, I cautiously brought up the incident at the temple patronage the night before.
“What are you going to do?”
I was already feeling anxious about the meeting with Rosie and Prince Norton, who would be gathering in the office in a few hours.
“What are you going to do?”
I was already feeling anxious about the meeting with Rosie and Prince Norton, who would be gathering in the office in a few hours.
“What do you think I will do?”
Linel asked quietly, taking a sip of tea.
“Rosie did nothing wrong. It’s all my fault...”
“Why is there no fault? She committed a great sin.”
"Yes?"
“It’s annoying.”
“Your Majesty, were you perhaps... thinking of Rosie?”
At my question, Linel laughed and shook his head as if he had heard a ridiculous joke.
“It’s not a matter of the heart.”
"Sure...?"
“It’s the eye that’s the problem.”
“Eyes?”
“Look carefully.”
He pointed to his face with his finger.
"Yes."
Linel asked quietly, taking a sip of tea.
“Rosie did nothing wrong. It’s all my fault...”
“Why is there no fault? She committed a great sin.”
"Yes?"
“It’s annoying.”
“Your Majesty, were you perhaps... thinking of Rosie?”
At my question, Linel laughed and shook his head as if he had heard a ridiculous joke.
“It’s not a matter of the heart.”
"Sure...?"
“It’s the eye that’s the problem.”
“Eyes?”
“Look carefully.”
He pointed to his face with his finger.
"Yes."
I rested my chin on the table and looked closely at his face as Linel had said. What are you trying to say? Then he rested his chin in the same position as me and whispered as if it were a secret.
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