“First, Sir Ryan said that the conversation that day was a joke...”
“Yes! Yes, that’s right. I was just kidding.”
"Really?"
The Crown Prince tilted his head.
"Really?"
He asks again. His spine shivers.
"You said with your own mouth that you couldn't love anyone else but that little girl. Was that a joke?"
???
What the hell are you talking about?
...That's right. I did say something like that. I had forgotten, but now I remember.
'Ha, that Reiner kid.'
Should we break up?
His precious friend who relayed every single word he heard without missing a single word.
"Older brother."
“Yes, little brother.”
“...”
He called out, but there was nothing to say. Nike really wanted to cry. His eyes stung, and he rubbed his forehead, causing the Crown Prince to panic.
“You... are you a unicorn?”
"No."
Nike just wants to cry.
In fact, he had only met Vania a few times, and of course, there was no emotional exchange between the two.
It's just that he feels sad because he found out that he was a lover she truly loved before she returned.
That's all...
I guess I just have to be the crazy little brother to my brother?
Thinking about the future, he must maintain a good relationship with the Crown Prince, but what will happen if this misunderstanding remains?
Obviously, the right type would feel distant from him.
Then how do we resolve the misunderstanding?
The reason he said such crazy things about a child is that before he returned, he did something with that child.
I can't tell you the truth...
'...Me?'
At that moment, Nike's eyes flashed open.
'Yeah, why can't you speak?'
The Crown Prince knows everything. His secrets.
Through the ability transplant experiment, he gained the ability to return, despite the fact that the regression was not perfect.
‘Should I try it too?’
Involuntarily, he remembered the conversation he had with Ryan last morning.
“Why do you always act without thinking about the consequences?”
"Hmm? Oh, why are you ramming? In my experience, ramming is the fastest and most efficient way to get things done."
Ryan spoke as if he were giving some great advice.
"It's the same with human relationships. If you hide something and wait too long to tell, it'll only lead to misunderstandings. Who knows what the other person might be imagining?"
That's true to some extent.
Look, his brother was like that, too. When he didn't get an immediate explanation from his younger brother, he spent several days alone with absurd imaginations.
He even suspects that his younger brother may have threatened a young girl and asked her out on a date.
"Older brother."
“Yes, Nike. I’m listening.”
“I have something to tell you.”
“Try it.”
Nike's heart pounded.
There is no reason why you shouldn't tell the truth.
Of course, whether the Crown Prince understands this or not is a separate issue...
'If something goes wrong, just close it.'
...That’s right!
Ryan, giving courage from afar...!
Absolutely not, I can't be a crazy person who follows a thirteen-year-old girl around.
Nike decided to give it a try.
"I'll just get to the point. I won't explain in detail why I reached that conclusion."
“Actually, I have regressed.”
“...?”
"So, why are you telling me the conclusion right away? It'll confuse the listener. You should explain it step by step."
"I'm not trying to embarrass the other person. I'm just trying to get them to 'focus' on what I'm saying. Making a strong impression early on is the way to take control of the conversation."
What will the Crown Prince's reaction be...!
He just tilted his head.
“Regression? Isn’t that something you always do?”
“...”
...That’s true.
Nike explained it a little more clearly so that the Crown Prince could understand.
"It wasn't the regression you were thinking of, Your Highness. It was a long regression. I've gone beyond the limits of my memory."
Only then did the Crown Prince's eyes widen in surprise.
“What is justice?”
...has the philosopher’s soul possessed you?
Ryan, who had been talking nonsense since last night, started talking about what love is, and then spread his arms wide to both sides and said.
"It's me, Ryan. It speaks for itself."
“Damn it, you rascal. What did this guy do wrong again?”
Revan, who was passing by, frowned.
He laughed.
At one point, he would say something touching, like, "I don't know what the cause is, but you are more important to me," and then, after getting rid of all the drugs, he would quickly become filled with a sense of justice again.
Cypraxia.
A type of highly addictive drug plant.
High-ranking nobles first began to enjoy it, and it gradually became difficult to meet demand even with smuggled quantities.
Eventually, it spread to illegal cultivation, and by the time I became an adult, it had become easily accessible to even commoners.
I told him how much the red flower that was destroyed today would rot this country in the future...
Ryan's mouth is now torn from ear to ear.
“Hey~ Come in for a hundred days~ I’ll come and set you on fire every time~.”
He is an apostle of justice who cannot be helped.
Could it be a revelation from God that a seed with the opposite nature was born in a trashy corner of the house and was born with an instant death?
“Ha, sir. But I talked to the Third Prince a lot, but I forgot what I was going to say.”
Ryan clicked his tongue as he plopped down next to me on the sofa.
“What are you talking about?”
“You helped Alex get into college, right?”
"Ah."
“I was going to say thank you for that when we met, but... I forgot.”
“Sigh, you really are good at talking nonsense like, ‘What is love?’”
“Ugh!”
Ryan looked disappointed. I watched him quietly, then thought for a moment.
'Hmm.'
We were together all night, but I kept hiding in the shadows, so I never met Nike. That was a bit of a shame.
'Ssup. Try it once...?'
Imperial Palace, Imperial Knights Training Grounds.
Buck! Buck! Buck!
The flashing swords surged forward without pause. Nike swallowed a sigh and parried the attacks of his adjutant, Reiner.
“Thinking nonsense!”
Clang!
“Get rid of it~!!!”
Buck! Buck!
From that day on, Renier has been like this.
'Ha.'
He said that if you just sit around blankly, you'll start having random thoughts, so he suggested that you move your body without resting except for when you're eating, sleeping, and working.
What are idle thoughts?
To be exact, it's been like this ever since he misunderstood the conversation with Ryan during the last Southern Expedition.
“Huh? Your Highness?!”
“I didn’t think about anything.”
Clang!
He thought he would just stop wondering for a few days, but since he didn't give a clear explanation, Renier took it seriously.
The matter snowballed and eventually reached the Crown Prince's ears.
'Well, it turned out well in the end.'
The interview with his brother began with, "I have regressed!" and continued into a long and deep conversation.
The result was much better than he expected...
Buck! Buck!
It doesn't give him time to think about anything else.
Even though the work ended well, Nike was a little annoyed with Renier.
Of course, he understands his feelings.
Where's Renier, just an adjutant?
They are best friends. Friends who are so close that they say they are more precious than life itself.
But?
After that, he started to get a little annoyed because no matter how much he tried to explain it to them, they wouldn't believe him, saying it was a joke or a prank.
Even to his older brother.
'This is really too much.'
Nike will turn a blind eye to whatever incomprehensible behavior Reiner does.
If you say it's a misunderstanding, they'll believe you and won't tell anyone else the secret.
But Renier, this guy called a friend...!
Nike swung his sword in anger and gave it strength.
“Huh?”
“What, keep attacking.”
Buck! Buck!
That was when.
[Your Highness, this is Vania.]
A voice whispering in his ear.
Nike was startled.
Clang!
“Yes! Yes, that’s right. I was just kidding.”
"Really?"
The Crown Prince tilted his head.
"Really?"
He asks again. His spine shivers.
"You said with your own mouth that you couldn't love anyone else but that little girl. Was that a joke?"
???
What the hell are you talking about?
...That's right. I did say something like that. I had forgotten, but now I remember.
'Ha, that Reiner kid.'
Should we break up?
His precious friend who relayed every single word he heard without missing a single word.
"Older brother."
“Yes, little brother.”
“...”
He called out, but there was nothing to say. Nike really wanted to cry. His eyes stung, and he rubbed his forehead, causing the Crown Prince to panic.
“You... are you a unicorn?”
"No."
Nike just wants to cry.
In fact, he had only met Vania a few times, and of course, there was no emotional exchange between the two.
It's just that he feels sad because he found out that he was a lover she truly loved before she returned.
That's all...
I guess I just have to be the crazy little brother to my brother?
Thinking about the future, he must maintain a good relationship with the Crown Prince, but what will happen if this misunderstanding remains?
Obviously, the right type would feel distant from him.
Then how do we resolve the misunderstanding?
The reason he said such crazy things about a child is that before he returned, he did something with that child.
I can't tell you the truth...
'...Me?'
At that moment, Nike's eyes flashed open.
'Yeah, why can't you speak?'
The Crown Prince knows everything. His secrets.
Through the ability transplant experiment, he gained the ability to return, despite the fact that the regression was not perfect.
‘Should I try it too?’
Involuntarily, he remembered the conversation he had with Ryan last morning.
“Why do you always act without thinking about the consequences?”
"Hmm? Oh, why are you ramming? In my experience, ramming is the fastest and most efficient way to get things done."
Ryan spoke as if he were giving some great advice.
"It's the same with human relationships. If you hide something and wait too long to tell, it'll only lead to misunderstandings. Who knows what the other person might be imagining?"
That's true to some extent.
Look, his brother was like that, too. When he didn't get an immediate explanation from his younger brother, he spent several days alone with absurd imaginations.
He even suspects that his younger brother may have threatened a young girl and asked her out on a date.
"Older brother."
“Yes, Nike. I’m listening.”
“I have something to tell you.”
“Try it.”
Nike's heart pounded.
There is no reason why you shouldn't tell the truth.
Of course, whether the Crown Prince understands this or not is a separate issue...
'If something goes wrong, just close it.'
...That’s right!
"If I were the Prince, I'd charge in twenty-four times a day. Aren't you the one with the ability to rewind time? Why not just go for it? If it doesn't work out, just pretend it never happened!"
Absolutely not, I can't be a crazy person who follows a thirteen-year-old girl around.
Nike decided to give it a try.
"I'll just get to the point. I won't explain in detail why I reached that conclusion."
“Actually, I have regressed.”
“...?”
"So, why are you telling me the conclusion right away? It'll confuse the listener. You should explain it step by step."
"I'm not trying to embarrass the other person. I'm just trying to get them to 'focus' on what I'm saying. Making a strong impression early on is the way to take control of the conversation."
What will the Crown Prince's reaction be...!
He just tilted his head.
“Regression? Isn’t that something you always do?”
“...”
...That’s true.
Nike explained it a little more clearly so that the Crown Prince could understand.
"It wasn't the regression you were thinking of, Your Highness. It was a long regression. I've gone beyond the limits of my memory."
Only then did the Crown Prince's eyes widen in surprise.
***
“What is justice?”
...has the philosopher’s soul possessed you?
Ryan, who had been talking nonsense since last night, started talking about what love is, and then spread his arms wide to both sides and said.
"It's me, Ryan. It speaks for itself."
“Damn it, you rascal. What did this guy do wrong again?”
Revan, who was passing by, frowned.
He laughed.
At one point, he would say something touching, like, "I don't know what the cause is, but you are more important to me," and then, after getting rid of all the drugs, he would quickly become filled with a sense of justice again.
Cypraxia.
A type of highly addictive drug plant.
High-ranking nobles first began to enjoy it, and it gradually became difficult to meet demand even with smuggled quantities.
Eventually, it spread to illegal cultivation, and by the time I became an adult, it had become easily accessible to even commoners.
I told him how much the red flower that was destroyed today would rot this country in the future...
Ryan's mouth is now torn from ear to ear.
“Hey~ Come in for a hundred days~ I’ll come and set you on fire every time~.”
He is an apostle of justice who cannot be helped.
Could it be a revelation from God that a seed with the opposite nature was born in a trashy corner of the house and was born with an instant death?
It's like that saying: Clean up your own mess.
Ryan clicked his tongue as he plopped down next to me on the sofa.
“What are you talking about?”
“You helped Alex get into college, right?”
"Ah."
“I was going to say thank you for that when we met, but... I forgot.”
“Sigh, you really are good at talking nonsense like, ‘What is love?’”
“Ugh!”
Ryan looked disappointed. I watched him quietly, then thought for a moment.
'Hmm.'
We were together all night, but I kept hiding in the shadows, so I never met Nike. That was a bit of a shame.
'Ssup. Try it once...?'
***
Imperial Palace, Imperial Knights Training Grounds.
Buck! Buck! Buck!
The flashing swords surged forward without pause. Nike swallowed a sigh and parried the attacks of his adjutant, Reiner.
“Thinking nonsense!”
Clang!
“Get rid of it~!!!”
Buck! Buck!
From that day on, Renier has been like this.
'Ha.'
He said that if you just sit around blankly, you'll start having random thoughts, so he suggested that you move your body without resting except for when you're eating, sleeping, and working.
What are idle thoughts?
It must be Ryan's idea!
“Huh? Your Highness?!”
“I didn’t think about anything.”
Clang!
He thought he would just stop wondering for a few days, but since he didn't give a clear explanation, Renier took it seriously.
The matter snowballed and eventually reached the Crown Prince's ears.
'Well, it turned out well in the end.'
The interview with his brother began with, "I have regressed!" and continued into a long and deep conversation.
The result was much better than he expected...
“Your Highness! Focus all your nerves on the sword!”
It doesn't give him time to think about anything else.
Even though the work ended well, Nike was a little annoyed with Renier.
Of course, he understands his feelings.
Where's Renier, just an adjutant?
They are best friends. Friends who are so close that they say they are more precious than life itself.
As Renier, it's understandable to worry that a friend like that—especially someone like Nike, who's even royalty—might suddenly run off one day because he's starting a life with a woman.
After that, he started to get a little annoyed because no matter how much he tried to explain it to them, they wouldn't believe him, saying it was a joke or a prank.
Even to his older brother.
'This is really too much.'
Nike will turn a blind eye to whatever incomprehensible behavior Reiner does.
If you say it's a misunderstanding, they'll believe you and won't tell anyone else the secret.
But Renier, this guy called a friend...!
Nike swung his sword in anger and gave it strength.
“Huh?”
“What, keep attacking.”
Buck! Buck!
That was when.
[Your Highness, this is Vania.]
A voice whispering in his ear.
Nike was startled.
Clang!
As Nike hesitated, the pushed Renier took the initiative again.
“Huh~?”
“Oh, no. Wait.”
[Don't be surprised. It's my special ability. Only you can hear me, Prince. I have something to tell you.]
Nike's expression seemed strange. It wasn't Reiner who couldn't recognize his face, which suddenly seemed lost in thought.
“Oh, my god!!!”
“...”
Buck! Buck!
Nike focused all his nerves on hearing and just absentmindedly and reflexively blocked the flying Renier's sword.
[I heard that the Prince helped my younger brother get into the Academy. I'm so grateful. My father told me to tell you how grateful I am. Thank you so much.]
Buck! Buck!
[And... don't get hurt, don't get sick. Don't skip meals, and... did you see the moon yesterday? You couldn't see it because you were working, right? It was really round. It'll probably be even rounder today, and it'll be really pretty.]
Clang!
[So tonight, please... look at the sky, the moon is really, really pretty! Thank you!]
Clang--!!!
He failed to block the final blow, and the sword slipped from his hand.
A sword flying before his eyes.
His wrist is numb.
"Your Highness...?"
A shocked Reiner's voice was heard.
It was obvious that he was thinking of something else, but he couldn't hide it.
Nike looked at Reiner with a smile.
“Right now... What are you thinking about? What are you thinking that makes you smile so sinisterly...?”
He raised his hand and covered his mouth.
He tried to cover the corners of his mouth that wouldn't come down, but there was no way they could be covered.
“Ugh, uh uh, uh!”
Renier rushed in.
There's no hierarchy anymore! He grabbed Nike by the collar and shouted.
“Stop it! I told you not to! What are you thinking about? Who are you thinking of that makes you laugh like that? Huh?!”
“...”
“Empty! Empty! Empty your mind! Don’t think!”
Reiner, a mean friend who doesn't believe him even when he tells him not to misunderstand.
So this is a timid revenge.
Nike just laughed out loud, shaking his head while being grabbed by the collar.
“Kkiyaaaaak~!!!”
Renier screamed.
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