After sleeping for a couple of hours without moving, Shish woke up looking very refreshed.
“I slept without even dreaming.”
“Your complexion has improved. Eat some food and go.”
“It’s going to be difficult because more time has passed than expected.”
Shish lightly kissed my cheek and then took his lips away.
It's a shame. I wish you had kissed me.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Uh, yeah?”
Right, does this guy have a mind of his own?
When I flinched, Shish smiled prettily and straightened my hair.
You, did you read my mind? Isn't this the time for a kiss, not a haircut?
Although I cried out desperately in my heart, Shish only made healthy, unresponsive motions until the very end.
“Yes, master.”
"Why?"
I lifted my heels in anticipation.
“His Highness the Crown Prince called you his junior. What was your relationship?”
Oops, I completely forgot.
Since it was a topic I didn't want to talk about outside of the book, I gradually backed away.
I should have told Shish that my senior and I were just ordinary seniors and juniors, so that he wouldn't misunderstand, but I couldn't bring myself to say it.
“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”
Shish smiled in an unknown way and said goodbye before leaving.
“Ah... Shish!”
I followed him, calling his name, but there was no trace of him anymore.
“I could just say we were seniors and juniors at school, but that doesn’t work.”
Shish seemed uneasy about the fact that my senior and I had something in common that he didn't know about.
In particular, he seemed to care more about the area over which he had no control.
Even if I were to reveal my relationship with my senior now, I wouldn't be confident that I could explain it well enough to not worry Shish, so I couldn't easily say anything.
"Oh my god."
It feels strange that I care about other people's feelings.
These days, dealing with people has become difficult, and I often feel awkward, but the fact that it's all due to Shish gives me an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.
The fact that the person who influenced me was none other than him.
Even though he was busy, the senior who always stopped by the Rose Palace skipped a day.
He visited me around noon the next day and told me that the Emperor's envoy had personally gone around the Magic Tower and shouted...
Did they blow their horns to signal the state of war and have their knights and attendants with loud voices shout out for the Emperor to command?
All the magic circles leading to the Magic Tower were cut off, and a barrier was formed around the Magic Tower, so it was said that it was now an impregnable castle.
Just in case, Beluga told his butler to deliver the Emperor's edict to him as well.
“I hope the Knight Commander is treated well.”
“Senior, haven’t you known Dietrich for a long time?”
“Yes. Sometimes we even practiced swordsmanship together.”
For something like that, I wish Dietrich would disappear quickly.
“But the damage he inflicts on the empire is so great that I can’t do anything about it.”
“That’s true.”
How much damage was caused when two cities were completely burned down?
The human casualties were staggering. If Dietrich were to join in the chaos, the damage would be exponential.
So it's right to get rid of him when you can.
“I hope there won’t be any damage this time.”
I, too, was surprisingly unmoved by the decision to kill Dietrich.
Maybe it's because Dietrich is someone outside my line, but I always felt like he was a character.
"If Dietrich comes, he might blow up the palace this time to vent his anger. Surprisingly, he hasn't touched it yet."
“That’s because the palace is an impregnable fortress.”
"Yes?"
"Yes."
I briefly explained the features of the palace, and my senior was impressed.
"Thanks to my junior, my life is safe? Hey, shouldn't I give you a reward or something?"
"Haha."
I also laughed out loud on purpose, following my seniors' efforts to lighten the mood.
But I soon froze in my laughter.
“Junior, do you like the prime minister?”
"Yes."
I responded very naturally and then realized something.
“Yes, yes? Yes?”
“You wouldn’t put up a sign like that and then pretend it wasn’t true, would you?”
“Yeah. To my eyes, it doesn’t seem like you’re my junior.”
It doesn't seem like me.
My senior was smiling bitterly, and my cheeks hardened as I noticed this. "This person said he liked me."
“It’s different like this.”
"I've been meaning to speak my mind properly for some time. Things are complicated right now, and I didn't want to create another headache."
“But did I say that without thinking?”
The senior, who was laughing as if trying to lighten the mood, looked very pitiful.
My school senior always seemed confident.
“When are you going to confess to him?”
“Even if you ask like that...!”
I stepped back and covered my hot face. It must have turned red.
“You like him.”
“That’s right. I think he...”
Why is it still so difficult to say this word?
After taking several deep breaths, I finally managed to say the magic word out loud.
"I like you."
From behind, I heard the sound of leaves rustling unusually loudly.
But the sound of the heartbeat was so loud that I couldn't turn my head in that direction because I was desperately trying to control my breathing.
The senior's eyes widened slightly, but soon rounded, and I, immersed in my own emotions, didn't know why he was smiling like that.
With the story just now, I have completely rejected his feelings.
But such worries were short-lived.
Clear blue sky, cool breeze, the sound of grass rustling.
At the mere word of "I like you," my heart fluttered, and the world seemed beautiful, even though I didn't know when the city would be devastated again.
These days, my senior brings documents to the Rose Palace and works.
When I asked him why he was like that and pushed him away to go to his workplace, he said miserably.
“Please, I want to keep talking to someone who knows everything.”
Titiana declared war again, you say.
Fortunately, the city wasn't in ruins this time, but didn't they say that lightning struck the sea around the tower for hours?
This alone is said to have terrified people nearby or in places where lightning was visible.
The public sentiment was becoming increasingly uncontrollable, and it seemed that there were frequent calls to send the senior to the magic tower.
I, too, was able to see the lightning flashing all night long, and it was a spectacular sight, yet so overwhelming that it gave me the creeps.
I was able to sleep soundly because I was assured of safety; I would have been shivering.
I understood my senior's feelings and told him to work in a comfortable place, so I gave him my study.
While reading the book my senior gave me before, it was good to ask questions about parts I didn't understand.
"Your Highness."
“What’s going on?”
“His Excellency the Knight Commander has arrived.”
At the sound of a neatly dressed knight approaching, the senior quietly put down the pen he was holding.
It had been a week since the Emperor had ordered Duke Beluga to come to the palace.
“I’d rather not go.”
"I'm going to go alone. I'm not on good terms with the Prime Minister, so it'd be best for him not to see the Knight Commander."
It would be my senior to order Dietrich to commit suicide.
“Be careful.”
"What's there to be concerned about? His presence here proves what you said was true."
“What if he had bad intentions?”
I'm sure that's absolutely not the case, but I'm still urging you to be careful, because it never hurts to be careful.
“Thank you for your concern, junior.”
He turned around as he was leaving the Rose Palace. Seeing his hesitation, hesitant to speak, I waited patiently.
“Later... can I ask you out for a cup of tea?”
"Sure."
When I readily accepted, the senior smiled as if relieved and left.
I saw him off to the front of the room and then went straight into the study and sat down.
- Because it proves that what you said was right.
The story my senior told still rings in my ears. He seemed to remind me of who I was whenever I forgot.
“I don’t think it was intentional, but...”
It was inevitable that I would feel bitter.
Every time my senior talks like that, I feel distant from this place.
Caesar asked the knight following him.
“What is the Knight Commander doing?”
“I have conveyed to him that he should go to the dungeon as His Majesty has commanded.”
“Did he go?”
"Yes."
Lately, the things he's been worried about are rushing towards an end at an embarrassingly fast pace.
Even if the Knight Commander were ordered to commit suicide, he would likely do so obediently.
'First, remove one, then the next one is the tower master.'
It seemed like the prime minister was looking for a way to kill Tower Master, but he hadn't found a suitable solution yet.
'Seeing as how my junior trusted him, I think he'll find a way to kill the Tower Master.'
Things were progressing differently from what he already knew, and he couldn't see even an inch ahead.
'Until then, we must protect the prime minister.'
If possible, he wishes he would just die after work is done.
Cesar recalled his junior's face, seemingly filled with guilt, as he told her, 'This proves what you said was right.'
“I slept without even dreaming.”
“Your complexion has improved. Eat some food and go.”
“It’s going to be difficult because more time has passed than expected.”
Shish lightly kissed my cheek and then took his lips away.
It's a shame. I wish you had kissed me.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Uh, yeah?”
Right, does this guy have a mind of his own?
When I flinched, Shish smiled prettily and straightened my hair.
You, did you read my mind? Isn't this the time for a kiss, not a haircut?
Although I cried out desperately in my heart, Shish only made healthy, unresponsive motions until the very end.
“Yes, master.”
"Why?"
I lifted my heels in anticipation.
“His Highness the Crown Prince called you his junior. What was your relationship?”
Oops, I completely forgot.
Since it was a topic I didn't want to talk about outside of the book, I gradually backed away.
I should have told Shish that my senior and I were just ordinary seniors and juniors, so that he wouldn't misunderstand, but I couldn't bring myself to say it.
“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”
Shish smiled in an unknown way and said goodbye before leaving.
“Ah... Shish!”
I followed him, calling his name, but there was no trace of him anymore.
“I could just say we were seniors and juniors at school, but that doesn’t work.”
Shish seemed uneasy about the fact that my senior and I had something in common that he didn't know about.
In particular, he seemed to care more about the area over which he had no control.
Even if I were to reveal my relationship with my senior now, I wouldn't be confident that I could explain it well enough to not worry Shish, so I couldn't easily say anything.
"Oh my god."
It feels strange that I care about other people's feelings.
These days, dealing with people has become difficult, and I often feel awkward, but the fact that it's all due to Shish gives me an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.
The fact that the person who influenced me was none other than him.
Even though he was busy, the senior who always stopped by the Rose Palace skipped a day.
He visited me around noon the next day and told me that the Emperor's envoy had personally gone around the Magic Tower and shouted...
Did they blow their horns to signal the state of war and have their knights and attendants with loud voices shout out for the Emperor to command?
All the magic circles leading to the Magic Tower were cut off, and a barrier was formed around the Magic Tower, so it was said that it was now an impregnable castle.
Just in case, Beluga told his butler to deliver the Emperor's edict to him as well.
“I hope the Knight Commander is treated well.”
“Senior, haven’t you known Dietrich for a long time?”
“Yes. Sometimes we even practiced swordsmanship together.”
For something like that, I wish Dietrich would disappear quickly.
“But the damage he inflicts on the empire is so great that I can’t do anything about it.”
“That’s true.”
How much damage was caused when two cities were completely burned down?
The human casualties were staggering. If Dietrich were to join in the chaos, the damage would be exponential.
So it's right to get rid of him when you can.
“I hope there won’t be any damage this time.”
I, too, was surprisingly unmoved by the decision to kill Dietrich.
Maybe it's because Dietrich is someone outside my line, but I always felt like he was a character.
"If Dietrich comes, he might blow up the palace this time to vent his anger. Surprisingly, he hasn't touched it yet."
“That’s because the palace is an impregnable fortress.”
"Yes?"
"Yes."
I briefly explained the features of the palace, and my senior was impressed.
"Thanks to my junior, my life is safe? Hey, shouldn't I give you a reward or something?"
"Haha."
I also laughed out loud on purpose, following my seniors' efforts to lighten the mood.
But I soon froze in my laughter.
“Junior, do you like the prime minister?”
"Yes."
I responded very naturally and then realized something.
“Yes, yes? Yes?”
“You wouldn’t put up a sign like that and then pretend it wasn’t true, would you?”
“Did it show a lot?”
It doesn't seem like me.
My senior was smiling bitterly, and my cheeks hardened as I noticed this. "This person said he liked me."
“It’s different like this.”
"I've been meaning to speak my mind properly for some time. Things are complicated right now, and I didn't want to create another headache."
“But did I say that without thinking?”
The senior, who was laughing as if trying to lighten the mood, looked very pitiful.
My school senior always seemed confident.
“When are you going to confess to him?”
“Even if you ask like that...!”
I stepped back and covered my hot face. It must have turned red.
“You like him.”
“That’s right. I think he...”
Why is it still so difficult to say this word?
After taking several deep breaths, I finally managed to say the magic word out loud.
"I like you."
From behind, I heard the sound of leaves rustling unusually loudly.
But the sound of the heartbeat was so loud that I couldn't turn my head in that direction because I was desperately trying to control my breathing.
The senior's eyes widened slightly, but soon rounded, and I, immersed in my own emotions, didn't know why he was smiling like that.
With the story just now, I have completely rejected his feelings.
But such worries were short-lived.
Clear blue sky, cool breeze, the sound of grass rustling.
At the mere word of "I like you," my heart fluttered, and the world seemed beautiful, even though I didn't know when the city would be devastated again.
***
These days, my senior brings documents to the Rose Palace and works.
When I asked him why he was like that and pushed him away to go to his workplace, he said miserably.
“Please, I want to keep talking to someone who knows everything.”
Titiana declared war again, you say.
Fortunately, the city wasn't in ruins this time, but didn't they say that lightning struck the sea around the tower for hours?
This alone is said to have terrified people nearby or in places where lightning was visible.
The public sentiment was becoming increasingly uncontrollable, and it seemed that there were frequent calls to send the senior to the magic tower.
I, too, was able to see the lightning flashing all night long, and it was a spectacular sight, yet so overwhelming that it gave me the creeps.
I was able to sleep soundly because I was assured of safety; I would have been shivering.
I understood my senior's feelings and told him to work in a comfortable place, so I gave him my study.
While reading the book my senior gave me before, it was good to ask questions about parts I didn't understand.
"Your Highness."
“What’s going on?”
“His Excellency the Knight Commander has arrived.”
At the sound of a neatly dressed knight approaching, the senior quietly put down the pen he was holding.
It had been a week since the Emperor had ordered Duke Beluga to come to the palace.
“I’d rather not go.”
"I'm going to go alone. I'm not on good terms with the Prime Minister, so it'd be best for him not to see the Knight Commander."
It would be my senior to order Dietrich to commit suicide.
“Be careful.”
"What's there to be concerned about? His presence here proves what you said was true."
“What if he had bad intentions?”
I'm sure that's absolutely not the case, but I'm still urging you to be careful, because it never hurts to be careful.
“Thank you for your concern, junior.”
He turned around as he was leaving the Rose Palace. Seeing his hesitation, hesitant to speak, I waited patiently.
“Later... can I ask you out for a cup of tea?”
"Sure."
When I readily accepted, the senior smiled as if relieved and left.
I saw him off to the front of the room and then went straight into the study and sat down.
- Because it proves that what you said was right.
The story my senior told still rings in my ears. He seemed to remind me of who I was whenever I forgot.
“I don’t think it was intentional, but...”
It was inevitable that I would feel bitter.
Every time my senior talks like that, I feel distant from this place.
***
Caesar asked the knight following him.
“What is the Knight Commander doing?”
“I have conveyed to him that he should go to the dungeon as His Majesty has commanded.”
“Did he go?”
"Yes."
Lately, the things he's been worried about are rushing towards an end at an embarrassingly fast pace.
Even if the Knight Commander were ordered to commit suicide, he would likely do so obediently.
'First, remove one, then the next one is the tower master.'
It seemed like the prime minister was looking for a way to kill Tower Master, but he hadn't found a suitable solution yet.
'Seeing as how my junior trusted him, I think he'll find a way to kill the Tower Master.'
Things were progressing differently from what he already knew, and he couldn't see even an inch ahead.
'Until then, we must protect the prime minister.'
If possible, he wishes he would just die after work is done.
Cesar recalled his junior's face, seemingly filled with guilt, as he told her, 'This proves what you said was right.'
He quite liked the fact that his junior, who doesn't usually show her emotions, has recently started making various facial expressions.
'The problem is that I didn't make it that way.'
Cesar was willing to endure if it meant everyone living together. But that was assuming Retri didn't have any special feelings for anyone.
Until just a few months ago, the person who was more special to Retri was himself.
To win Retri's heart, Cesar would do anything.
'The problem is that I didn't make it that way.'
Cesar was willing to endure if it meant everyone living together. But that was assuming Retri didn't have any special feelings for anyone.
‘What could I possibly fail to gain that even the prime minister has obtained?’
To win Retri's heart, Cesar would do anything.
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