Linel's gown strings came undone by Moiya's hand.
Moni and I instinctively closed our eyes.
"I'm so sorry. Do you hate me?"
Moiya's apology continued calmly.
"Are you really only responding to our master? Is that so? Yes, I understand..."
Moiya, who had reached out as if asking for reconciliation, withdrew his hand with an embarrassed expression.
However, he was still trying to communicate with Linel, no, more precisely, his lower body.
"But think about it. Rather than responding whenever you want, wouldn't it be better for you to only respond to our master? It's less tiring."
"?"
Linel stared at Moiya with an indescribable, bewildered expression.
"Moiya. Why are you doing this?"
Linel asked solemnly, gently gathering up his gown.
"I'm doing this because I want forgiveness, right, Moiya~?”
Moiya replied, mimicking his solemn tone.
“For what forgiveness?”
I interrupted Moiya’s unusual expression.
“Ah! Would you like to speak, Master? You react to Masters, don’t you?”
Moiya, who had been blinking his ruby eyes with an apologetic expression, suddenly asked me politely.
What’s the reaction? This is going to be a mess.
I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from bursting out in laughter.
“Moiya. Answer me. What kind of forgiveness are you asking for?”
Moiya, who had been kneeling, went numb at his questioning, but then knelt again.
“It’s because of me, Your Majesty’s precious thing that went mad, right? Moni~?”
Moiya hesitated, but Moni, who was in his arms, spoke cheerfully.
Although Moni’s words omitted much explanation, we sensed what she meant.
We looked at Moiya to confirm.
Moiya nodded, as if acknowledging Moni's words.
"Moiya, I... what did you do?"
His voice trembled slightly.
“Does that mean you regret kissing me?”
Rosie rose from her chair, raising an eyebrow.
“That’s not what I meant. I thought I should hold back while Rosie was a concubine. I thought it was the least I could do to show His Majesty, who allowed us to be together.”
“Rosie, this isn’t something you study or a test.”
“This is an area where I need to learn. Please teach me a lot. You have a lot of experience, Prince.”
“...”
Prince Norton’s face hardened.
Rosie thought she’d misspoke, but the apology escaped his lips.
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?”
“Because you’re not my first.”
“As long as it’s my last love.”
“I promise that.”
Prince Norton extended his pinky to her, and she smiled and linked her pinky with his.
They walked towards the bed, pinky fingers intertwined.
"I'll turn off the lights first."
It was a consideration for Rosie, who might have been nervous.
When Prince Norton reached for the light, Rosie grabbed his hand and said,
"Don't turn it off!"
Was this her taste? No, she had no taste, so she had no experience.
"Why?"
Prince Norton asked with a puzzled expression.
“I can concentrate better if I read a book with a light on.”
“Huh?”
“Because I have to learn. Can I review it today?”
“...Review?”
“Yes, I have to review it that day so I don’t forget.”
Rosie, who always had a studious attitude, was no exception, even when making love.
“I don’t feel anything.”
And there’s a baby inside?
Melanie, who had returned to the guest room in Hetor’s arms, looked down at her bandaged belly and said incredulously.
“The Master said it. It’s so small that even doctors can’t make a diagnosis. It’s still this small.”
Hetor said, covering half of Melanie’s pinky fingernail.
The smile on Hetor’s face never left his face as they left Bellos’s guest room.
“You’re really happy about it?”
Melanie asked happily.
“Of course.”
“We’ll raise our child to be smart,”
Melanie said with determination.
“If he takes after me, he’ll be smart.”
Melanie immediately scoffed at Hetor’s confident answer.
“You’re not that good at studying, are you?”
“Why did you develop such a prejudice? Because I’m a pirate?”
“You may be good at physical activities, but you seem to have the same brain as me when it comes to studying?”
Hetor opened his mouth with a hurt expression at Melanie’s words.
“Melanie. It’s hard to believe, but I like books.”
“...Hahaha!”
Melanie laughed, spitting out spittle.
Her stomach, where the sword had pierced her, stung, but she couldn’t stop laughing.
“Thank goodness. You can read,”
Melanie said, her smile fading.
“That’s ridiculous. If you don’t believe me, ask Palto later.”
Hetor snorted and retorted.
Then, as if remembering something, he put his hand in his uniform pocket, but his face suddenly turned pale.
“That’s strange. Where did it go?”
“What’s wrong? Did you lose something?”
“Huh? Uh, a notebook...”
“You even carry a notebook with you?”
Melanie looked surprised, surprised.
“I think I dropped it in the pantry earlier. I’ll be right back.”
“Are you a little scared to be alone?”
“Palto will be guarding it outside. Don’t worry.”
“Then tell him to come inside. I’m bored.”
“Yes.”
Hetor hurried out of the guest room door, let Palto in, and hurried to the pantry.
Melanie asked Palto, who had entered the room.
“He said he was looking for a notebook. Is it really that important?”
“Oh, he lost his notebook? Oh, he doesn’t want anyone to see that... ”
Moni and I instinctively closed our eyes.
"I'm so sorry. Do you hate me?"
Moiya's apology continued calmly.
"Are you really only responding to our master? Is that so? Yes, I understand..."
Moiya, who had reached out as if asking for reconciliation, withdrew his hand with an embarrassed expression.
However, he was still trying to communicate with Linel, no, more precisely, his lower body.
"But think about it. Rather than responding whenever you want, wouldn't it be better for you to only respond to our master? It's less tiring."
"?"
Linel stared at Moiya with an indescribable, bewildered expression.
"Show some kind of reaction. You don't look it, but you're as small as a pea inside, aren't you?"
Linel asked solemnly, gently gathering up his gown.
"I'm doing this because I want forgiveness, right, Moiya~?”
Moiya replied, mimicking his solemn tone.
“For what forgiveness?”
I interrupted Moiya’s unusual expression.
“Ah! Would you like to speak, Master? You react to Masters, don’t you?”
Moiya, who had been blinking his ruby eyes with an apologetic expression, suddenly asked me politely.
What’s the reaction? This is going to be a mess.
I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from bursting out in laughter.
“Moiya. Answer me. What kind of forgiveness are you asking for?”
Moiya, who had been kneeling, went numb at his questioning, but then knelt again.
“It’s because of me, Your Majesty’s precious thing that went mad, right? Moni~?”
Moiya hesitated, but Moni, who was in his arms, spoke cheerfully.
Although Moni’s words omitted much explanation, we sensed what she meant.
We looked at Moiya to confirm.
Moiya nodded, as if acknowledging Moni's words.
"Moiya, I... what did you do?"
His voice trembled slightly.
"He said he gave a drug mixed in juice, which only one person reacted to."
This time, Moni continued the explanation on Moiya's behalf.
The situation was this. It was during the Continental Hunting Tournament, and while eavesdropping on the knights' conversation in the monastery where they were staying, Moiya stole the drug from one knight and fed it to him...
Linel, faced with the truth, repeatedly slapped his thigh with a subtle expression that seemed to both laugh and cry.
"Your Majesty is too handsome and has too many concubines, so I couldn't help it. I was afraid you would get all worked up when our master wasn't around, right, Moiya~?"
Moiya backed away and made an excuse.
I was slightly touched by Moiya.
It seemed like something like that had happened the day before I left for the Tebello Empire.
“You’re not going to use it on anyone else anyway, so it doesn’t matter, right?”
Moiya tapped both of her index fingers, watching him closely.
But she didn’t look regretful.
Linel took a moment to catch his breath, then spoke.
“No matter what, you can’t just kill someone else’s precious energy!”
He said, patting his own clothes.
“Besides, the drug might even impair its original function.”
Ah, that’s something I can’t tolerate.
I unconsciously glared at Moiya.
“Why don’t you ask Bellos?”
I asked, patting his back.
“I don’t feel like asking my wife’s friend that kind of advice.”
As he spoke, he quickly changed his clothes.
“Shall we go together?”
“You stay here. Just need the culprit.”
Linel grabbed Moiya’s wrists with one hand as if he were arresting a criminal and headed out to meet Bellos.
“I wonder what Magic Tower Lord will say, Moni~?”
Moni followed him out of the room.
I was curious too, but it would be a bit embarrassing to ask, so I decided to just stay in the room.
Meanwhile, in Rosie’s room.
“I’m not going to kick them out...”
Prince Norton was worried about Moiya and Moni, who had been kicked out by Rosie without any notice.
“You should go back to your room, Prince.”
“Am I being kicked out, too? I feel a bit wronged.”
“Why are you staying here? It’s late at night.”
Even though they weren't going to make love, Rosie said, nervously rearranging the books on the table.
"Because my love is deep too,"
Prince Norton said in a plain tone.
But his words were as sweet as honey.
Rosie looked at Prince Norton with sweet eyes.
"I'd be happy to just watch you all night."
"Oh, well then."
Rosie's mouth instantly soured at Prince Norton's adolescent-like answer.
The books that had been neatly organized were stacked crookedly again.
They were even crooked than before, just like Rosie's heart.
"You have no clue, you have no clue! Are you doing this on purpose? Or do you really not know? It's a sin. Not knowing is a sin!"
Rosie muttered, setting the books back down on the floor one by one.
"...Are you telling me to listen?"
"No~? I meant Moiya? Why are you offended?"
Rosie said, taking a deep breath.
Prince Norton found Rosie, who spoke while tucking her lower abdomen in, unbearably adorable.
“It’s against the rules, then.”
Prince Norton said to her with a smile.
“Huh?”
“I wanted to be polite until the wedding... well, if that were the case, I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
This time, Moni continued the explanation on Moiya's behalf.
The situation was this. It was during the Continental Hunting Tournament, and while eavesdropping on the knights' conversation in the monastery where they were staying, Moiya stole the drug from one knight and fed it to him...
“So it was because of that drug. That's why I always kept my head down like a guilty man until I met you again.”
"Your Majesty is too handsome and has too many concubines, so I couldn't help it. I was afraid you would get all worked up when our master wasn't around, right, Moiya~?"
Moiya backed away and made an excuse.
I was slightly touched by Moiya.
It seemed like something like that had happened the day before I left for the Tebello Empire.
“You’re not going to use it on anyone else anyway, so it doesn’t matter, right?”
Moiya tapped both of her index fingers, watching him closely.
But she didn’t look regretful.
Linel took a moment to catch his breath, then spoke.
“No matter what, you can’t just kill someone else’s precious energy!”
He said, patting his own clothes.
“Besides, the drug might even impair its original function.”
Ah, that’s something I can’t tolerate.
I unconsciously glared at Moiya.
His gaze made it clear that if that were the case, he would never forgive.
I asked, patting his back.
“I don’t feel like asking my wife’s friend that kind of advice.”
As he spoke, he quickly changed his clothes.
“Shall we go together?”
“You stay here. Just need the culprit.”
Linel grabbed Moiya’s wrists with one hand as if he were arresting a criminal and headed out to meet Bellos.
“I wonder what Magic Tower Lord will say, Moni~?”
Moni followed him out of the room.
I was curious too, but it would be a bit embarrassing to ask, so I decided to just stay in the room.
***
Meanwhile, in Rosie’s room.
“I’m not going to kick them out...”
Prince Norton was worried about Moiya and Moni, who had been kicked out by Rosie without any notice.
“You should go back to your room, Prince.”
“Am I being kicked out, too? I feel a bit wronged.”
“Why are you staying here? It’s late at night.”
Even though they weren't going to make love, Rosie said, nervously rearranging the books on the table.
"Because my love is deep too,"
Prince Norton said in a plain tone.
But his words were as sweet as honey.
Rosie looked at Prince Norton with sweet eyes.
"I'd be happy to just watch you all night."
"Oh, well then."
Rosie's mouth instantly soured at Prince Norton's adolescent-like answer.
The books that had been neatly organized were stacked crookedly again.
They were even crooked than before, just like Rosie's heart.
"You have no clue, you have no clue! Are you doing this on purpose? Or do you really not know? It's a sin. Not knowing is a sin!"
Rosie muttered, setting the books back down on the floor one by one.
"...Are you telling me to listen?"
"No~? I meant Moiya? Why are you offended?"
Rosie said, taking a deep breath.
Prince Norton found Rosie, who spoke while tucking her lower abdomen in, unbearably adorable.
“It’s against the rules, then.”
Prince Norton said to her with a smile.
“Huh?”
“I wanted to be polite until the wedding... well, if that were the case, I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
“Does that mean you regret kissing me?”
Rosie rose from her chair, raising an eyebrow.
“That’s not what I meant. I thought I should hold back while Rosie was a concubine. I thought it was the least I could do to show His Majesty, who allowed us to be together.”
Now that she heard it, his words weren’t wrong, and her frown slowly eased.
“I think I’m sleepy. You should go now.”
Rosie said in a calmer voice and turned toward the bed.
But Prince Norton grabbed Rosie’s waist.
He spun her around with considerable force.
“Your Highness. No, Rosie.”
“Oh my, why are you doing this? It doesn’t suit you?”
Despite her words, Rosie secretly hoped he'd continue his unsuitable behavior.
Rosie's heart was turning, like turning the pages of a favorite book.
"Come to think of it, the one I should live with isn't His Majesty, but Rosie. You."
Prince Norton had already fathered Rams with Princess Resilia.
Their unofficial relationship had ended badly.
Of course, the reason for the bad ending was Princess Resilia's selfishness and greed, but he had his own problems.
He'd opened his heart to her simply because she looked like his mother, and made a rash choice.
Of course, Rosie was incomparably different from Princess Resilia.
That's why he wanted to protect Rosie until they were officially married.
Having failed once before, Prince Norton was extremely cautious, fearing she'd think he was being reckless if he approached her rashly.
Without Rosie complaining, Prince Norton began to take off his clothes.
Rosie's eyes widened, and she placed her hands behind her back.
“Then I’ll put on a dress too...!”
“Rosie, lock the door first. As you can see, I have something to do.”
Prince Norton said, throwing his uniform jacket onto the chair.
Rosie quickly locked the cabin door and walked back to Prince Norton, who asked seriously,
“But your first night on a ship. Are you really okay?”
“Yes, you get so nervous on your wedding night when you’re doing everything for the first time. I want to do better than. Um... And I learn everything quickly.”
“I think I’m sleepy. You should go now.”
Rosie said in a calmer voice and turned toward the bed.
But Prince Norton grabbed Rosie’s waist.
He spun her around with considerable force.
“Your Highness. No, Rosie.”
“Oh my, why are you doing this? It doesn’t suit you?”
Despite her words, Rosie secretly hoped he'd continue his unsuitable behavior.
Rosie's heart was turning, like turning the pages of a favorite book.
"Come to think of it, the one I should live with isn't His Majesty, but Rosie. You."
Prince Norton had already fathered Rams with Princess Resilia.
Their unofficial relationship had ended badly.
Of course, the reason for the bad ending was Princess Resilia's selfishness and greed, but he had his own problems.
He'd opened his heart to her simply because she looked like his mother, and made a rash choice.
Of course, Rosie was incomparably different from Princess Resilia.
That's why he wanted to protect Rosie until they were officially married.
Having failed once before, Prince Norton was extremely cautious, fearing she'd think he was being reckless if he approached her rashly.
Without Rosie complaining, Prince Norton began to take off his clothes.
Rosie's eyes widened, and she placed her hands behind her back.
“Then I’ll put on a dress too...!”
“Rosie, lock the door first. As you can see, I have something to do.”
Prince Norton said, throwing his uniform jacket onto the chair.
Rosie quickly locked the cabin door and walked back to Prince Norton, who asked seriously,
“But your first night on a ship. Are you really okay?”
“Yes, you get so nervous on your wedding night when you’re doing everything for the first time. I want to do better than. Um... And I learn everything quickly.”
“Rosie, this isn’t something you study or a test.”
“This is an area where I need to learn. Please teach me a lot. You have a lot of experience, Prince.”
“...”
Prince Norton’s face hardened.
Rosie thought she’d misspoke, but the apology escaped his lips.
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?”
“Because you’re not my first.”
“As long as it’s my last love.”
“I promise that.”
Prince Norton extended his pinky to her, and she smiled and linked her pinky with his.
They walked towards the bed, pinky fingers intertwined.
"I'll turn off the lights first."
It was a consideration for Rosie, who might have been nervous.
When Prince Norton reached for the light, Rosie grabbed his hand and said,
"Don't turn it off!"
Was this her taste? No, she had no taste, so she had no experience.
"Why?"
Prince Norton asked with a puzzled expression.
“I can concentrate better if I read a book with a light on.”
“Huh?”
“Because I have to learn. Can I review it today?”
“...Review?”
“Yes, I have to review it that day so I don’t forget.”
Rosie, who always had a studious attitude, was no exception, even when making love.
***
“I don’t feel anything.”
And there’s a baby inside?
Melanie, who had returned to the guest room in Hetor’s arms, looked down at her bandaged belly and said incredulously.
“The Master said it. It’s so small that even doctors can’t make a diagnosis. It’s still this small.”
Hetor said, covering half of Melanie’s pinky fingernail.
The smile on Hetor’s face never left his face as they left Bellos’s guest room.
“You’re really happy about it?”
Melanie asked happily.
“Of course.”
“We’ll raise our child to be smart,”
Melanie said with determination.
“If he takes after me, he’ll be smart.”
Melanie immediately scoffed at Hetor’s confident answer.
“You’re not that good at studying, are you?”
“Why did you develop such a prejudice? Because I’m a pirate?”
“You may be good at physical activities, but you seem to have the same brain as me when it comes to studying?”
Hetor opened his mouth with a hurt expression at Melanie’s words.
“Melanie. It’s hard to believe, but I like books.”
“...Hahaha!”
Melanie laughed, spitting out spittle.
Her stomach, where the sword had pierced her, stung, but she couldn’t stop laughing.
“Thank goodness. You can read,”
Melanie said, her smile fading.
“That’s ridiculous. If you don’t believe me, ask Palto later.”
Hetor snorted and retorted.
Then, as if remembering something, he put his hand in his uniform pocket, but his face suddenly turned pale.
“That’s strange. Where did it go?”
“What’s wrong? Did you lose something?”
“Huh? Uh, a notebook...”
“You even carry a notebook with you?”
Melanie looked surprised, surprised.
“I think I dropped it in the pantry earlier. I’ll be right back.”
“Are you a little scared to be alone?”
“Palto will be guarding it outside. Don’t worry.”
“Then tell him to come inside. I’m bored.”
“Yes.”
Hetor hurried out of the guest room door, let Palto in, and hurried to the pantry.
Melanie asked Palto, who had entered the room.
“He said he was looking for a notebook. Is it really that important?”
“Oh, he lost his notebook? Oh, he doesn’t want anyone to see that... ”
Judging by Palto’s startled expression, it was clearly an important notebook.
“Why? Is it like a death list? What’s written in it?”
“Why? Is it like a death list? What’s written in it?”
Melanie asked persistently. Palto opened and closed his mouth several times.
“What’s the matter? But does Hetor know how to write?”
“Your Highness! Our King enjoys reading. Why are you doing this?”
Palto blurted out, as if he had been insulted.
“It’s true? He really likes books?”
Melanie burst out laughing again. It was the most shocking and hilarious thing she’d said this year.
“What books?”
“I can’t tell you that.”
“Tch, you’re lying, aren’t you?”
“Oh, no. He really does like books!”
“Even if he did read them, they’d probably be swordsmanship or military strategy books.”
Even so, books were books. Who else besides Her Highness Rosie liked books? And Hetor? It was astonishing.
“Not that kind of book.”
“Then what kind of books do you like?”
“Please keep that a secret!”
Palto said with a determined look. Melanie wondered what kind of books he was talking about when he put on such a serious face, but for now, she nodded.
“He enjoys reading romance novels.”
“Romance... what?”
Melanie snorted, and Palto snapped, revealing Hetor’s secret hobby.
“Do you think that’s all? Our King himself writes novels!”
“W-what are you talking about?”
Melanie couldn't believe her ears.
What did he say when he looked like he couldn't even read?
"What does Hetor write with his shield-like hands? Novels?!"
"Yes. He mainly writes passionate love stories."
"!"
Not novels about swordsmanship, but passionate love stories.
Melanie was astonished.
Palto thought, "Oh no," as soon as he said that, but decided it was better than his lord being mistaken for an ignorant person who couldn't read.
"So, in that notebook are Hetor's novels?!"
And passionate love stories, too?
"Yes... Anyway, please keep it a secret. In fact, he's still an aspiring writer. But his passion is already that of a writer."
Palto urged her several times.
"Did you hear, honey? Your father dreams of being a romance writer..."
Melanie, who had been absent-minded, looked down at her belly and whispered.
"Isn't it so romantic?"
A smile played on her lips.
What did he say when he looked like he couldn't even read?
"What does Hetor write with his shield-like hands? Novels?!"
"Yes. He mainly writes passionate love stories."
"!"
Not novels about swordsmanship, but passionate love stories.
Melanie was astonished.
Palto thought, "Oh no," as soon as he said that, but decided it was better than his lord being mistaken for an ignorant person who couldn't read.
"So, in that notebook are Hetor's novels?!"
And passionate love stories, too?
"Yes... Anyway, please keep it a secret. In fact, he's still an aspiring writer. But his passion is already that of a writer."
Palto urged her several times.
"Did you hear, honey? Your father dreams of being a romance writer..."
Melanie, who had been absent-minded, looked down at her belly and whispered.
"Isn't it so romantic?"
A smile played on her lips.
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