Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

Grab an outstretched hand and hold Claire up as she runs Bran. Claire, lighter and easier to lift than she could have imagined, arrived at her arms fluttered with no impact.

A soft feeling that would crush you if you put your strength into it, and a nostalgic gentle fragrance of a fluffy day and flower at the moment of your hug. Deep green eyes staring at me and a blossoming grin. And most importantly, I feel that I could definitely grasp with this hand the warmth of Claire I feel in my arms and my mouth loosens.

"- Don't let them get away with it! Follow him!"

"Blanc! Run as fast as you can!

"I'll take care of it!

To the voice raised by the Marquis' private soldiers, the time that had stopped moves instantly.

When I hear that voice, I take Bran's reins and I run away. Blanc, hissing loudly and sniffledly, rushed out at a fierce speed as he kicked the soldier he was coming at without a thing.

Once I looked behind me, I could see the man of Hulbert snapping my spear with strength and coming after me. But it was also instantaneous and quickly disappeared far rearward by Bran, who ran at the top speed.

"........................... Are you hurt? Claire."

"Yes."

"Arms, shoulders, anything painful?

"It's okay. Master Doyle helped us!

"Right."

"Yes!"

By Blanc, who walked lightly as if running through a flat meadow, we waved off the chase at our leisure, slowly walking down the boulevard to the King's Capital in such conversation. In the distance he received the moonlight and saw the king's capital sleeping quietly.

Kappo, listening to the sound of the kappo ringing hooves, time with Claire rocking on Bran's back is no different than when she was little. The calm air and Claire's delightful voice tickled my ears.

"Weren't you scared?

"No? Because I believed Master Doyle would come. I wasn't worried!

The dodgy heart jumps at Claire's grin answering, giggling dull at my question. Claire, seen up close a few years, had grown into a very pretty girl while leaving a shadow of a cute girl as a young girl.

The pitch-black hair, which seems pleasant to touch, ripples loosely with a glossy glow, glowing beautiful dark green eyes, while the cherry blossom lips call me with a bell-waving voice. I can tell myself that my heart is quickening on my fine white skin and on my body showing feminine curves.

Fortunately, I fought earlier and ran Bran, and Claire never touched my usual higher body temperature and heart sounds, but I can't throw away the possibility of pretending to know and not know. In other words, there was a good chance of a convicted criminal around looking up to me in a perfect mood from earlier.

I smile unexpectedly at the habit of looking like a grown-up woman at a young age, and I laugh bitterly that you're no match for Claire laughing at pranks in my arms. Master Gray, Claire and all of them, they like to swing me around.

"- You promised, didn't you? So Claire, believe me, has been waiting for you. Master Doyle is not the one who speaks of promises he cannot keep."

Just because there was no question, I feel somewhat lost in the atmosphere that she seemed to be able to afford to answer that confidently. Besides, I very much regret that Claire believed in me and waited so long, bouncing her chest and rejoicing.

I regretted that I seemed all thrilled and repented about Claire flirting with me with a strange face, so I took Claire's hand, smiling as she stroked the brooch of paper roses put on her chest, and gently leaned to her own mouth.

And raise your face and whisper at a distance between touching and not touching.

"I didn't want to do it to another guy, so I picked him up"

As soon as I said so, I felt the shame of putting it in.

This kind of dialogue is not a pattern. If anyone asks, it is stuffy.

But I really want Claire to be disturbed, too. I can't help but discipline myself desperately enough to turn red if I lose my mind and peek into her with an unfamiliar face that Claire, who is surprisingly aggressive when it comes to romance in the name of [Goddess of Love], would not be upset if she didn't do this much.

"Claire."

"...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Peek into Claire's face, who leaned down as she whispered, and call her name to peek, and she groaned so uncomfortably. But the disgruntled voice, on the back, I finally lowered my drink to the figure of her slightly colored to the ears and neck, smiling back and whispering again to Claire, who looked up moisturizing her dark green eyes and saying "sloppy".

"- It's perfect, Master Doyle!

In front of a luxurious, rotten, heavy door decorated with gold, the ballads scream as if they had been impressed. Although it was a push-kill voice, Balad's voice caused the knight's shoulder to jump guarding the heavy door that leads between the sounds and sights in a quiet holding room.

But there are trained royal castle knights. Though I gave him a surprise look for a moment, when I immediately regained my attitude, I returned to my duties without a rude imitation that intrigued me.

"The outfit provided by Serena adds to Doyle's elegance, and Ballado feels innumerable in his noble appearance! You deserve to stand in line with the royalty! Riding a white horse and holding Princess Claire in her arms was lovely, as if she were a prince in a story, but what you are now is perfect, plus your majesty as the Duke of Aginis house! If you look at the current Doyle, even more so, Princess Claire's willingness -!"

But with such momentum to blow away the self-control of the knights, they saw me this time because Balad began to praise me. It's not that I don't care about their gaze of interest, but I ignore it and wait for my name to be called in front of the door.

In the meantime, Ballado, who stares at me, is totally stepping into a different world. From the morning to the present, Balad, who speaks inspiring of my one-by-one throw, apparently can't help but be glad that I once again set foot in the royal castle as Lady Gray's side, whose rampage has been halfway through the morning.

Since I normally answered in front of Master Gray, I'd like to think that I still have enough reason to take the attitude I deserve if the place changes, but I honestly feel suspicious. It is about as exciting as it is right after the admissions ceremony of the Higher Department. It's impossible for me to see a ballad like this.

It's bad for the knights who are showing vigilance in Balad's actions for that reason, but I throw a spoon long ago when it comes to Balad today, so I don't do anything with eyes like "do something." Speak poorly, because Ballad's getting heated up more and more.

............... What is Master Gray going to do, too?

When I decided to leave Balad alone, I remembered a childhood tame who was dressed in a royal liturgical costume and said, "Come in if you call me by name," and disappeared between sights with Jin.

What's going to happen is probably my appointment ceremony. I'm being politely dressed for etiquette. I know you're willing to perform my appointment ceremony at this time and mislead the Ballads in their ascent as an escort. But my guess is that Master Gray is not willing to let that end.

That was a delightful laugh.

I have a bad feeling about Mr. Gray, who was obviously up to something.

We rescued Claire safely and reunited, and it was last night that I ran Bran to the entrance to the King's Capital. And when Wang Du was completely asleep, he also reunited with Balad and Lute to make sure that there were no injured people. And then, "Come on to the castle," Lady Celery picked us up before us.

Although the reception was boring because of Master Celery, we returned to the castle as if nothing had happened due to Gray's concern to make our way to the Royal Castle without going through the interrogation office. We broke up with Claire and the others, and after completing the report to Master Gray, we rested in the rooms we had prepared for ourselves.

And in the morning, Father and Mordo, who had visited the room, were given this set of costumes that Mother had prepared "to wear this", and this costume was worn so often that things could not be swallowed, and was brought into this holding room by Master Gray, who suddenly came to the room, to this day.

If it is close to His Majesty the King, it is not something I would have deliberately used to look at, such as the appointment of Lady Gray's side. It is only when Lady Gray is crowned that we need a liturgical performance, as much as we need an autographed letter of appointment from His Majesty the King in the clerical office or something. When crowned, it makes sense for a nobleman as famous as me to kneel before Master Gray in front of the audience.

However, this time we need to divert our attention from our sudden ascent and Claire's absence last night. I was wondering if I would deliberately use the appointment ceremony to make it stand out, but honestly, there are too many people on the other side of the room.

I didn't count exactly, but the sign across the door is more than 100, and the majority of the castle workers are there, rather than the owners staying in the castle.

However, there is no point in collecting this number for my appointment ceremony. For what the hell is waiting for you beyond this door?

"- - - Doyle von Aginis!"

I turned my thoughts to Master Gray's reasons for the deep grin, imagined what was going to happen to me, and I heard my name be told in high spirits when the lavish doors began to look horrible.

At the same time, the heavy doors in front of you move out with giggly and heavy noises.

"Ballad."

"Yes!"

Switching consciousness to the door that opens one by one, and to Balad, who has corrected his posture with his reply, I also regain consciousness [of the elegance of the upstream aristocracy]. Being aware of my skills and making sure they were clearly placed under my consciousness until I felt at my fingertips, I stepped out gracefully.

At the end of the heavy door there was a beautiful glimpse, exquisitely carved and expressed in white stone, as the gods and spirits flew across the empty painted ceiling. At the bottom of it was a throne made of white marble-like stone, decorated with rugged velvet and silver, next to the queen, behind the two stood the spear, the figure of the father.

And from the throne, on the right, the figure of Master Gray and Jin, and on the front of them, the Four Young-Jie people. Next to Master Gray, according to the order of the queens, between the deepest part of the throne and the entrance, the heads of the nobility who had been called this time, such as the cavaliers, magic division executives and superior civil servants, stand side by side.

............... Sounds like an entrance ceremony.

I remember the day of the admission ceremony when I walked in malice directed from the audience to the many gazes directed as soon as I stepped foot in.

Unlike that time, he walks gracefully among the powerful people in line, grinning deeper at the gaze that makes him feel favorable emotions. Stretch your spine, don't lean over, and be upright.

And if you kneel before His Majesty the King, kneel gracefully and worship with awareness of your fingertips, costume movements, and even your zero falling hair, you will drool your head and at the same time leak an exclamation exhale from there.

"Raise your face."

"Ha."

The place is different, I reply to His Majesty, who speaks in a calm voice, feeling something emotional about the flow similar to that one at the admission ceremony, and slowly raise his face after a beat.

And I looked up and waited ahead, just like then, for His Majesty the King to look down on me.

"…… Before we get to the point, let us begin by thanking you as king for your crusade and dedication to Marnagarm. As it were, in the wild, any demon king would have done immense damage to our country and our people. It was great. - - And this is as one father. I sincerely thank you for protecting my son. I didn't have to lose my son because of the Lord's presence."

"Words without body, Your Majesty. It is only natural for me that I protect His Highness Grey. Naturally, you don't have to thank me."

I return that to His Majesty the King, feeling indeed my love for Lady Gray in sight.

I quite like this sire who is a king but tries to be a father to some sort of fold. Although I disagree with His Majesty in showing humanity in this way from time to time, I think it is so preferable to a king who trumps people and emotions with the word 'for the good of the country' as a absolution mark.

However, as an heir to the Duke of Aginis and as a child tamer, it is only natural that I protect Master Gray. Above all, I was the only one who wanted to protect and support Master Gray. I don't need a thank you word there or anything.

Because I sincerely think so, I look straight at His Majesty. Protecting and supporting Master Gray is not an order or an obligation, but everything I want.

"Naturally."

"That's what I wanted."

"- Oh, well."

To my reply, His Majesty closes his eyes when he says so.

Very short, only three letter words.

But the sound put in there is very heavy.

I will wait for the continuation of your words as I close my eyes and stare at His Majesty, who shows me the tricks that bite my words off. Silence fell for a while during the quiet sight.

The chatter before the appointment ceremony should make me nervous during the sight of the weight of the air that His Majesty brews. There was nothing more I could do than not know what His Majesty was thinking, so I stood still for the heavy air drifting from close quarters.

"Doyle von Aginis"

"Yes."

"- Does that make any difference to your vows that day?

After the silence, which is not short, I feel a sense of readiness in the gaze combined with one person.

Your Majesty's "oath of the day" would undoubtedly mean the words I said in the oath of the admission ceremony. The combined king's eyes were terribly hot, even though they were cool blue, and with the words he was asking me, "How ready are you for that day?"

If I stray from the gaze of such a king, I lose, taking it firmly, and remembering the days from the admission ceremony to today.

And the oath I carved on that day's chest.

That day, I want to live with everything on my back, it's no different to the words I swore in front of this man. No, I'm rather stronger now.

Between that day and today, I met a lot of people.

Lutes to Seniors Jin and Leo, Sana and Ljeci and Eleanora. I got a slightly more self-assertive horse, I knew a side of Luce and Jeff and Solcier that I didn't know, headed by Balad, and I was able to get closer than before, and my distance from Master Grey was reduced. There are teachers who tell me to be sweet, and families who watch me in silence.

In retrospect of the days so far, there is much more to be given by them, rather than giving back what they have received. The thoughts I couldn't give back were so gentle and warm that I wanted to cry.

And the more I knew their thoughts, the more I deplored my immaturity and, at the same time, thanked them for their patronage, and earnestly wished to preserve and nurture this happiness.

"- - Yes. That day's vows, unchanged, are here"

So I take that gaze poured from the throne and think back to the days that have gone by. And I spoke so clearly that this strong emotion, which I could not say enough in words, could be conveyed to His Majesty at all.

To my words, His Majesty narrows his eyes and asks again.

"Are you prepared to bear the name of [the Duke of Aginis] and say let us go beyond the feats of our forefathers?

"Yes! Let the world say, 'There is Aginis in the Magister', featuring the fame of even the [Spear Brave] in which I give so much credit!

I nod at His Majesty's words and declare so forcefully.

Being born and raised by this Majesta has given me so much stuff I can't hold. It is only natural that you wish to protect and live this country, where people still love me, even if you make mistakes, the familiar children with the same Magister name as this country. More importantly,

- - I have a back that I want to chase and cross.

Behind His Majesty, I strongly want to cross my father, who smiles and looks down at me, holding the spear back and saying, "Let it cross." At an early age, I saw many times during workouts, "Bring it on!" I also pull up my mouth and look up provocatively to my father's provocative grin.

Someday I'll show you that back of my father, which is a lot higher than I am.

"- - I get it."

If I provoke each other with my father's gaze in response to my proclamation, His Majesty, who saw us like that, would give me a look somewhere frightened and tell me so. And the Chancellor, who was next to my grandfather, gave me a signal.

To His Majesty's such motion, the Chancellor takes two sheets of paper out of his nostalgia and walks up to me.

"It will be a letter of appointment and a marriage permit"

"Yes?"

Voices turn unintentionally on the two sheets of paper offered. I would have received the letter of appointment originally given here, received a word from His Majesty, and almost finished returning the prayer, but I also forgot to receive the paper to another shock, and I look up to His Majesty.

"In the name of King Est von Majesta, Doyle von Aginis is appointed near the side of King Prince Grey von Majesta. In addition, in appointing him, the royal family recognizes Doyle von Aginis as the heir to the Duke of Aginis and permits him to marry Claire von Majesta, the third princess. However, since they are both still students, their status shall be taken as fiancée, and the marriage permit shall be deposited with the Duke of Aginis until the appropriate time has come. I also hereby declare that I will celebrate the engagement of the two of them and execute the engagement announcement that has invited another country in the near future"

Seeing Master Gray unexpectedly in the strictly spoken language, he laughed with great pleasure. And when he notices my gaze, he smiles a prank and brings Claire to the front row, hidden behind Lady Gray and the concubines.

Huh?

And looking at me as Claire revealed the whole story, Lady Gray laughs satisfactorily as if the prank had succeeded. And beside it, Claire, dressed in a pure white dress, decorated her hair with paper roses and dressed in purple crystal jewellery, was also laughing with a similar grin.

"Libro"

"Give it to me"

- - I got hit.

A father who laughs deeply at his brothers and sisters, who laugh at each other with a prank smile, and at the Chancellor who walks away without telling me whether or not to have a letter of appointment and a marriage permit because of His Majesty's life. And then I realize that it was between this face and this look because it was so far into the appearance of so many people waiting for my response in preparation for the applause.

Then, if the engagement announcement of the Third Princess is to be made, it is for our princesses, heavy towns and executives to attend, no matter what the heart. It is the same significance as being in the royal castle and expressing dissatisfaction with the royal decision, such as the princess's engagement announcement and knowingly not attending.

Seems like an appointment ceremony, an internal engagement announcement with Claire or de facto marital finalization, and, on top of that, the nomination of the royal direct Duke of Aginis heir. Although I am unhappy that I didn't know one person, I am very happy to be honest.

All the names of [the Duke of Aginis heir], [the proximity of Master Gray], and [the fiancée of the third princess] have been names that I couldn't help but want to carry again ever since I remembered my previous life.

He officially told me to live on my back, the king himself.

I'm glad to hear that.

"- As I said earlier, devote your life to the Majesta, Doyle von Aginis. I'm counting on your work."

"May I grasp your order, Your Majesty King Est?"

"Uhm. Encourage."

"Yes!"

I desperately conceal my voice, which I am about to tremble with joy, and offer His Majesty the full prayer that I can do now. At the same time I drowned on His Majesty, words of celebration and encouragement flew from there.

And

"Face up, Doyle"

"……… Gray, Your Highness"

To Master Gray's voice, I raise my face slowly. To the voices called and the emotions that spread across my chest, I almost unintentionally called "Gray," adding "Your Highness" to fix it, and there was Gray staring at me with such joy.

The distance between Lady Grey and me, standing a little further away, is just for each person. It was almost the same distance from when I promised to "always go back" next to Master Gray and said "wait forever" and Master Gray walked away.

I don't know if it's deliberate or coincidental, but if I can't move and consolidate into the unexpected sense of vision I visited, Lady Gray moves forward to me without any hesitation. And when I packed the distance to the last step, I largely offered my hand.

"That's enough."

"Your Highness Gray."

"I waited. So come on, give me that sword, Doyle!

After a long look up at the childhood tame smile and commanding me to "give my sword," I silently pull out the espada that was lowering to my hips, grasp the tame softly with both hands, and offer the handheld to Master Gray.

And to Master Gray, who stuffed himself with the last step, I swear, with all my soul.

"I dedicate. You have my status, my honor, my power, everything I have. - Can I have the honor of keeping your back instead, His Royal Highness Prince Grey?"

"Give! Instead - -,"

That's it.

It was almost a year after the oath of the admissions ceremony, that day.

Many heavy towns, powerful people, and powerful people gathered in the midst of sight.

Once again, I was allowed to live with my name on my back.