Answer Me, My Prince

Dear Coco,

What the hell is this pen?

It's really slipping on the paper.

Now I can see how quickly you replied to my letter. I'll run to Pilgrim's right now and bear in mind what I want to show Vader and be your loyal friend tonight.

Did you write in your last letter that Cecil was taking a successor class with me?

Cecil was really good at everything. But all the teachers complimented me.

Cecil was also a princess of the country...….

...Yes, she was the princess.

To them, Cecil was just a student who got in the way of the prince learning succession. In addition, I was five years older than I was, so if Cecil did well, it became a given. If I did a little better, it would have been very praiseworthy.

Was Cecil jealous?

Well, I don't know if I should call this jealousy exactly. From what I felt as a child, something was going wrong.

I don't think Cecil was jealous of me, but he was just mad about this. With that heat, Cecil worked much harder than I did whatever he did. Her skills increased day by day. How can you not do that when you practice every night?

In addition, her innate cruel nature was perfect for the martial arts of learning to attack others, and Cesarean....

Cordelia, have you ever learned cesarean? If you put aside a few pages of the front page of a pretentious talk, it's kind of a "privacy."

How do you fool others, how do you notice other people's tricks? Cecil is, well, born in this field. Coco, as you said, I'm a bit good at lying, too.

It was one day more than two years ago. Karazan, who teaches horseback riding, said he'd take us to the western grasslands. I liked Karazan very much. He was an al-Dar and knew the old legend well. Sometimes, Cecil secretly told me old stories, including those of Valeria, where the dragon appeared.

One day, when I asked him how he knew about Valeria's old story, he smiled and put his finger to my mouth.

"If you ride a horse, you can reach anywhere."

I asked.

"Karazan, did you learn your unusual pronunciation there?”

"What a strange pronunciation, Prince?"

"You speak like a ballet when you call my name. 'Prince Archibald.'

I liked how he would call me in that ballet before anyone noticed it. It's somewhat mysterious. Karajan, an al-Dar, comes to Winderton, speaks perfect Winderton and secretly calls me in a Valerie accent.

He was a little surprised and smiled and told me.

"Yes, that's right. I learned it there. But it's a secret that only the prince and I know, so don't tell anyone."

I nodded my head without much thought because I was happy to have a secret.

But since we had that conversation, he has completely fixed his accent and never called me that way again. I thought it was a little weird, but that's all. Maybe I wasn't as smart as you and Cecil thought.

After that, the unique pronunciation that sang me disappeared, but I still liked Karazan.

When I was a child, I had only time to ride outside the royal castle. At first, Karazan, who used to go only to the equestrian fields attached to the palace, and at best to the nearby grasslands, forests, lakes, and ponds outside the palace, used to take us to the market streets outside the palace.

But that was the first time I went that far.

That day, we had a pretty grand procession. At the end of the day, there was a carriageway, and we stopped by a self-composer near the western meadow and began to prepare our horse to run in earnest.

Karazan said how he persuaded so many of his servants, that from here on out, only the three of us would run. Cecil and I were very happy with the offer.

When I was running through the meadow for a long time, someone followed me. There were only three of them, and Karazan was a good marksman and a good swordsman, so we didn't think much of them.

Karazan kept looking back and signed for us to stop for a while. When we stopped, the people who pulled the wagon stopped, too. Karazan told me to get off the horse, and Cecil and I got off without a hitch.

So we were kidnapped too easily.

They were Balearians. What could happen if Valeria kidnaps us? At the tender age of ten, I thought.

You're trying to create an excuse to start a war?

Because if there was a war, it would be a lot of strategic advantage to take us hostage?

You're going to hand us over to the empire?

With the head of a child who had studied for only three or four months, I could imagine three or four hypotheses, so there was probably more planning.

Cecil and I lost our consciousness for a moment after being placed in the back of the carriage, perhaps there was some medicine on the cloth that covered our mouths. It wasn't long before I woke up with something wet on my face. Of course it was Cecil's spit.

I told you, Cordelia. That's what Cecil says.

After waking up in such a vicious way, I thought I should figure it out. It was a decade ago when I read Sherlock Holmes, but I still thought I had to look around to get a clue.

I saw the string attached to the wagon's luggage compartment and the knot was unique. One of the old stories that Karazan told me, the legend of a dragon tied to a knot came to mind. It was a dragon that couldn't escape with a very unusual knot.

"Ballaya"

I whispered to Cecil.

"Valaea?"

"Look at that knot. It's a ballet knot.”

"How do you know that?"

"There was a legend that Karazan told me about a deer who couldn't get out of that knot.”

"…isn't Karazan telling you the story of Aldar?"

"No, it's a story for a purpose. And most of what Karajan said was about Valeria. Karazan's pronunciation is Vallea's.”

Cecil became quiet. I guess you understood it right away. The fact that Karazan is actually Valerian, not Aldar.

"Karazan must have been a Balearian. Isn't that right?"

I asked, but Cecil didn't say anything.

"Did Karazan be nice to us to do this from the beginning?”

“......”

"Why don't we ask Karazan to come back to the palace with us?”

When I asked him again, Cecil answered in a scary voice.

"Close your mouth, you idiot."

And then he added, "Well, what's the point?

"Bite your shoulder."

"Huh?"

"Bite my shoulder. Closer. Come a little more this way."

As soon as I moved as Cecil said, something banged down.

There was a soft sound.

It was the sound of my back bone cracking.

Cecil kicked the wall and dropped the steel bar hanging from us, and that fell into my hands. Thanks to that, the protective gear they put on my wrist was broken, and with it, I could never use my wrist. Cecil's shoulders, which I bit, were not safe either.

But because it was so tight, there was no scream, and the Valleans, for a moment, opened the luggage compartment and checked that we were all right, and then they realized that it was just the sound of a withdrawal, so they went back to their seats.

"Good job."

"Oh, my God, Cecil, it hurts like hell."

While I was spouting the most vulgar language in Winderton, which I've learned for 10 years, Cecil didn't even break a look and told me.

"That's a cure.”

"Then do it now."

"I'm not saying I can."

"Crazy, Cecil!"

"If it's not too late, the healer will restore it.”

"What if it's not too late?"

"Yeah, so get it together. Hurry up and untie me."

I, who had my arms loose from the protective gear, quickly untied Cecil's tied hands with my left hand, which was less salty.

"Was there any other way?”

"It's about your wrist. You can fix it. If we're dead, the black magician can't save us. If you're taken alive, things get bigger. If you have a head, think about it and complain.”

Cecil quickly said that, and as soon as his hands were free, he heard the retreat, walked down the tent and...

Of course, I thought Cecil would kill two of the torpedoes who tried to kidnap us. But the first thing Cecil killed was Dr. Karazan. Every day, we talked and laughed together under the vegetation, and every time we tried to fall from the horse, Cecil and the warm Karazan hugged me.

The face of Karazan, who always smiled at us, was crushed with a single stroke.

I wouldn't have done that.

No, you couldn't.

Cecil changed all the servants that had been waiting for us from his writer. They've been with us for five or ten years at most.

Cecil is that kind of woman. I'm a person who can never do that.

Cordelia, you told me to take a false oath to cajole Cecil. I followed your wise advice and did so.

Yes, but a long time ago, as you deduced, I thought Cecil should be queen. He can do everything I can't even imagine for him.

What do you say, Cordelia? Do you agree? Now, you're almost done writing, aren't you?

Tell me why you can't even read Anselin's manuscript.

On the dark night of the early green moon, your friend arches.

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Dear Prince Archie, who is slowly worried about his wrist.

So was your fragile wrist okay?

I'm glad I sent you a pen that can slide easily.

By the way, Archie. Actually, I think I'll fall in love with Cecil. Of course, I would never like to meet her, but if I were a soldier in Windsorton, I would like to have her as my queen. The real lady Macbeth.

6.12. Don't write a long letter that's killing your wrists, Cordelia.

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Dear my thoughtful friend, Cordelia.

Yes, it was my turn to wait.

Let's send a letter with a long wrist.

I'll wait here quietly without a dot.

Your arch.

P.S. As Cecilia said, my wrist was fixed by a healer. I've had a hard time for three or four months, but you don't have to worry anymore. Yeah, but that's too much, isn'tisn't it?

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Dear readers.

This is the story of brother and sister's closest touch. By the way, did I tell you that I like Cecil?

P.S.1: My wrists have never been as small as an arch, so I'll work like a cow today and bring nine to ten kites at midnight tomorrow (early August 1st). Don't forget to check out Archie, Cordelia and others' letters!

P.S.: A sincere comment makes me write harder. I'm telling you this all the time, but I'm happy when I get a response even if you swear.(Don't spit out.) Thank you so much for your quiet selection and recommendation.