Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

"- Ro. - Ro. - Ro! - Ro! - Il. Come on, get up, Doyle!

The itching and even shaking turned into a gut, and at the end of the day, it went to His Highness, who cut the paralysis!

and eat an iron fist and wake up from a comatose dream.

"- How long are you going to be asleep! Time for the fire!

For a moment, I can't understand my situation and stiffen myself to the clever sight of scolding with a submerged voice and not my own room or dorm. But where are we!? I remembered that it was early or sleepover, and I woke up in a panic at the word that it was time for His Highness's fire number.

"! Sorry"

"- Shit! Be quiet. The seniors are asleep."

".................. sorry"

"Fine, just get out of here. We'll talk about it later."

"Yes."

His Highness, who calmly controlled me when I woke up in a hurry, just left the tent when I told him to go outside with a lurking voice. As I follow His Highness like that, I also grab the blanket that was twirling and the espada that I left nearby, and get out of the tent.

............... you're too distracted, me.

It is regrettable that he fell asleep so deeply that he did not wake up in a situation where he had to be vigilant around him.

Time for a change seems to have fallen asleep for a couple of hours. About an hour after the Ballads took turns, I remember paying attention to the two of them and the signs around them, but unfortunately, the memory that followed was sappy.

Unlike my predecessors, I was reassured because I was a fine gin when it came to fights with Ballad, who had excellent sign perception, but I was too distracted by anything geometrical to think that I would fall asleep enough to dream.

If I exited the tent with a sigh of sigh at the lapse I had made, Ballado and Jin, who had just finished reporting the fire number, were about to come this way after greeting His Highness.

"Good luck with the fire, Master Doyle!

"... Yep. Take a rest, too, Jin."

"Yes! Thank you!

Without questioning me, who came out later than His Highness, I waved my tail with patties and told Jin to rest slowly in a good mood, and Jin walked into the tent thanking him with even more patties and tails.

I rub my own eyes against the tail of Jin, who shouldn't be, and wonder if he's still asleep. But by the time I finished rubbing, Jin was already in the tent, and I couldn't tell if I was still asleep.

"............... Dear Doyle. Is that bad for you?

"- Hmm? No, that's not true. Than that, Balad had a hard time with the fire, too. I hope you get some rest soon."

"But what are you doing with your complexion............!? Don't let Doyle do that to me!

"Shh! Be quiet. Seniors Leo is resting."

"Ha!?

After rubbing my eyes, Ballado worried about my health because I was blushing, so I would lift the cloth at the entrance while insisting that there was no problem.

Frightened by what I opened up for Balad, or stunned Balad was rushing to make me stop, but if I gave him back the words as His Highness noted earlier, Balad shouldn't! I blocked my own mouth with my hands in things like that.

I laughed at Balad like that and urged him to go inside with his jaw, "Fine, get in quick," and although I wasn't convinced, I thought it would be unsavory to argue and make a scene here, after a plethora of rounds, he went into the tent with heavy footsteps.

Make sure Balad's posterior disappears into the tent, and lower the cloth at the entrance. And before Ballado turned up again, he left the spot with the sleaze.

............... Ballad has come to resemble Sebastian.

Seeing the shadow of Sebastian to Balad, who just cared a little and tried to pay attention. I think Ballad has recently resembled Sebastian, who is annoyed by the fact that his men are on his side but shouldn't have luggage, or by the fact that no woman cares about his maid. Now it's still something cute, but it would be too sad if this totally resembled Sebastian, who scolds even his husband, Grandpa, by making him sit down.

I know Sebastian has sincere respect for your grandfather and excels both as a family ordinance and as a deacon, but while he sits his grandfather in the right seat, he says, "This is also an affectionate loss, Master Zeno. To the late Amelia now whom I adore: 'Just following and spoiling is not a true affection. A good butler must scold and guide his mistakes at times, for his husband's sake and for his home's sake. When I'm gone, you will guide Zeno firmly." So lethal, I ghost my heart out - "I grew up watching you tell your grandfather with a slightly lively smile on my face, and as far as I'm concerned, every time I see the shadow of Sebastian in the ballad, I won't be able to help but feel a little sorry.

That one from Sebastian seems to be a reversal of my love..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

It reminds me of Merrill, who affirmed to me that that was a reversal of his affection when he questioned Sebastian's disrespectful attitude towards his grandfather. Even though it is a very happy thing from those who serve to be able to always be at my husband's side, like Mordo and Balad.

Besides not being able to watch on the side, and not being able to help, I can't agree with the opinion that I'm extra worried, but that long, annoying sermon would be too much of a twist for Sebastian to love. Meryl says the needle shakes off because he was too liberal for his grandfather when he was younger, but I'm sorry for being such a tough sidekick.

Don't look like Sebastian any more because I don't need that kind of ball-changing affection, I turn to His Highness as I tell Ballado in my heart.

His Royal Highness looked up at the fire, which was about half smaller than what we had all surrounded at dinner, swinging with the firewood we had collected, when he could see I was approaching.

"Sorry I'm late"

"I'm not waiting that long. He said there was nothing unusual all night and no sign of the Warcraft nearby. - And then he said it was night food there. My robe left me."

"Really?"

When I heard His Highness's words and looked in the direction indicated, a small pot and water spill were placed just beside the fire. I could see fragments floating in the pan that seemed to be portable food, so the contents would be soup or itchy.

"Why don't you just sit down, Doyle. Or are you just gonna stand there until nightfall?

"No way. - - Excuse me."

I do get the point from His Royal Highness that I'm impressed with Balad's care that you're going to be hungry in a while, so I'll sit by the fire, too.

At the same time, activate your [Signal Detection] skills to explore your surroundings. Not like Ballad, but even my [sign detection] can be explored within a 500-meter radius.

As I finished exploring the signs around me as I sat down in front of His Highness, my skills kept my face up. Then, naturally, I meet His Highness sitting in front of me.

Without daring, I informed His Highness of the results of the [sign perception] I had just gone.

"There seems to be nothing within a 500 meter radius."

"Right. Let me know if anything happens. In my [sign detection], the radius is 50 meters."

"I'm in awe"

Is His Highness's [sign perception] limited to a radius of 50 meters? Let's remember.

When it comes to 50 meters, if there's no obstacle, it's a visual distance, and I carve it into my memory thinking of His Highness's [sign perception] distance. I feel an unexpected glance at His Highness, who seems not to be very highly capable of detecting, wondering how much Jin is.

If you raise your face to the signs that your gaze is pointed at you, for some reason His Highness is looking at me with a grumpy look on his face. I look back in a hurry to see if I said anything in my current conversation that would upset my mood, but I don't have any particular words to think of.

What was wrong with you? When I looked at His Highness in doubt, I thought I was getting more and more upset when I saw my face like that, and then I leaned my neck further towards His Highness, who sighed heavily. When His Highness saw me like that, he shook his neck gently with a look like, "Oh, boy." He opened his mouth in a frightened manner.

"It's a public place, too, and stop that tone. You wouldn't have talked like that back in the day, would you?

"............... Was I?

"That's right. At least you didn't say" I'm awed, "unless it was official, and you said" I, "and you didn't call me" Your Highness. "

His Royal Highness points that out, and he gets stuck in words.

I wasn't very conscious, but if you ask me, you're right. Unless I was kidding myself back in the day, I would not have taken a fearful attitude towards His Highness in a private place, and would not have said 'fearful' by mistake.

Whatever attitude I had, I ended up getting angry with His Highness and was chasing him, so I had trouble getting in awe of him step by step.

............... Well, I don't know what to do.

I worry in the narrow space between wanting to call His Highness like he used to and wanting me to tone him back now. He's trying to walk me from the corner, so I feel like putting it back, but it's hard to change this tone now.

............... I was lightly slapping with His Highness because it was a long time ago.

When I was in a casual conversation with His Highness, it was a time when I was chasing after him. At that time, I used to piss His Highness off, and I was responding, but how were you exchanging words?

A bitter laugh comes to me, wishing to return as I used to, forgetting how I used to deal with His Highness. I can't believe I didn't know how to deal with it. I've been on the road for a long time.

"Besides, I didn't hide my emotions as much as I did in the memorabilia earlier. At least there was no cowardly rhetoric, like, 'I'm grateful now,' etc. - - That way, if you didn't notice, you didn't have to say it like that."

His Royal Highness looks at me as I tell him so, and his heart bounces every now and then. Straight eyes combined with one coincide inadvertently with the king's eyes who said forgive me on the day of the entrance ceremony.

"- What are you so afraid of? Doyle."

Overwhelmed by an unexpectedly thrown inquiry.

I want to look away.

But this is the gaze we have to take.

It's the same look that His Majesty the King showed us at the entrance ceremony. An eye that asks the person to be prepared so that if they deviate here, they won't admit it. I think this glance, which sees everything through, is peculiar to the royalty.

I can kneel and obey your grandfather, your father, and those called Shi Yingjie, the eyes of the king.

"- - I still intend to have indicated this in words, in attitude. I said I wanted to know about your misery, and I said I'd wait for you to come back. I was worried about that even during the mock fight, and when the accommodation squad was decided, I thought this would finally make my surroundings recognize it. I was incredibly happy about that, and I was visiting you when I realized I wasn't even there. Even in the meantime, when I heard you were rubbing with Lute, I rushed to you. And you are."

"... Your Highness"

I am confused that I do not know how to return my reaction to His Highness's words, which I was told without having to breathe hard. But you don't care about me like that, Your Highness, one word after another in his heart.

"At first, I thought you were just being strong. You've always wanted to dress up. I guess I want to accomplish this on my own because I've said it all out in front of so many people. I thought that's why you didn't count on me................ but you are keeping me away while you say you want to stand next to me like you used to. Not calling me like I used to, always in a fearful tone, or hiding that emotion without talking about anything. All of it, I feel the wall you built."

I had no words for His Highness, who was clearly told the truth without hesitation.

I knew Your Highness was trying to help me. And I did refuse to take that royal hand. I wanted to be a [hero] that Your Highness could count on.

"............ I regret that when you took the road, you did nothing but limit yourself. I've thought many times that if I'd known sooner, you would have been on Claire's side with me the whole time. At that time, you would have talked to me if I was facing you more, because I ran away at that time, and you couldn't trust me, and that's why you couldn't tell me anything, so I never asked you directly before."

I lose my words to His Highness, who laid down his eyes to remember something by saying so, to the content of the words spoken.

Again, I knew you were expecting me, and worried me like you used to. He was pissed off at me for not telling you so quickly. But I can't believe you regret it this way, let alone that I can't trust you about Your Highness. That,

".................. Hey, Doyle. I don't want to regret it anymore. Such remorse is enough for an entrance ceremony and a mock fight. - So let me get this straight. I don't even care that much."

"You must know that very well," His Highness grinned lightly, turning off his grin and looking at me from the front the next moment, opening his mouth.

"Word me more properly what you think and want to do, Doyle. Again, even if I want to face it, I don't know anything about it just because it's hidden, and I can't do anything about it. - Now, as confused as you are to hear my words, even I wouldn't know anything if you hadn't put it into words."

To put it all that far at once, His Highness closed one end. And he took a big breath to make up his mind and told me clearly.

"I'm not running anymore. So don't run away either, Doyle."

This man will never be outnumbered.

I sincerely thought so to my strong willed eyes.