Aobara-hime no Yarinaoshi Kakumeiki

In the early summer sunshine, the blue and pale green blinded my eyes. In the bloom of colorful roses, the shades seem more and more gorgeous. In the meantime, Charlotte breathed relieved with the scent of a small red rose that bloomed carefully.

"Mr. Fritz has a hard time figuring out what he's thinking, but I think he's kind."

That's how she told the story of the first time Charlotte went up to the Royal Castle when she was still a young girl and was taken up by her father, Eric Yugdrasil.

At that time, with the birth of the twin princesses, the ladies were all there. But the first prince, Fritz, and other children up there were still young, and someone had to deal with them.

So white feathers were the children of the officials who served the king. She didn't know until she got to the details, but someone at the educator advanced that interacting with children around the same age would also be a good emotional education.

Charlotte, who was seven, was also voiced as an honorable "Prince's Player". In addition to her, children of various other officials were gathered, and a total of about ten people were invited to Kingsley Castle.

That's how she played face-to-face with Prince Fritz.

"What was the prince like then?

"That's already! It was so, so cute!

Remember the old days, Charlotte's voice was bright.

"You have such a beautiful child in the world, it almost spilled. My eyelashes are a lot longer than mine. Not only me, but all the children I was brought to look at His Highness with my eyes round."

But Charlotte lay her eyes down.

"His Royal Highness was completely unhappy. At first, I also thought you were angry, but you're not. I'm familiar with talking to you, and I don't look to anyone for anything they do. We were just kids, too, and they gave us a way out."

If Charlotte was seven, then the prince was ten. That is to say, a year before Clovis and Robert and the others visited neighbouring countries as missions. Clovis also told him about Prince Fritz, who met him during his expedition to the neighboring country, as if he were looking at a beautiful doll.

The children gathered in the castle, naturally, were bewildered. I wish I had come willingly as a "prince's playmate," but I have become indifferent to whatever the prince at heart does. I tried everything I could to be a young child, but soon I would turn up the sound.

In the end, the children gave up getting involved with Prince Fritz and made an amazing deal with the second prince. I can't leave Prince Fritz alone because, of course, he has the eye of a watchmaker. So for now, I would look at the prince in the center of the circle, but no one would talk to him, and the prince would also just observe everyone with glassy eyes.

Such equilibrium was broken down by mundane triggers.

"Actually, I'm not connected to my parents."

"Huh?"

Too well told. Besides, Alicia was stuck responding. But he didn't look like he cared about Charlotte, and he went on to be blatant.

"I'm an adopted child. It seemed to spread among the other kids one day, and they took it off the wheel. It's called being out of company."

But surprisingly, Charlotte said she wasn't pessimistic about it. I had a feeling that would happen at the time I was going up to the castle, and when I got home, my favorite brother welcomed me. With that in mind, I didn't miss him at all.

That's why from the time of his third ascent to the royal castle, Charlotte began to spend time sleeping on the lawn in the garden by herself. In so doing, he followed with his eyes the clouds that flowed as he reshaped, and his ears were clear to the voices of birds sweeping through the distant sky.

Prince Fritz, who was keeping his silence while being far-winded, said it was such a noonday thing that he suddenly called Charlotte.

“What are you doing here alone?"

Blue everywhere, beneath a refreshing sky. It was a glittering blonde-headed boy who grew large and whispered Charlotte's sight across the sky.

From Charlotte's little mouth, he breathed. If the prince had smiled here, she might have screamed in earnest. But the prince remained as faceless as usual, and Charlotte was reassured in return about that.

So Charlotte honestly stuck to the boy who looked down at herself.

♪ I'm looking at you, Denka ♪

“Empty? Are you looking at the sky or something?"

“Of course it is. Sora is a good thing."

If he wore his chest while falling asleep, the prince looked somewhat unsure. And behold, when he whispered his nose with a little "Hmm," the prince lay down next to him.

The wind shakes the grass when touched, and the same wind plunges the clouds. They looked at the clouds in different shapes for a while, deceitfully. The Prince, who falls asleep quite a bit, didn't know if he was having fun or bored, but at least he didn't complain.

Instead, the prince said something else.

“You're not angry? Don't you want to take revenge on the people who did this to you?"

“Yep...... I don't want to, it's not funny."

♪ You're a swallowing one ♪

“Back to us, Father, Mother, Brother, we all are. That's why I'm not a little rusty!"

It was Charlotte I proudly told you about, but for some reason I haven't heard back from the prince. As she began to wonder if she was tired of talking to herself, she heard a small sigh in the wind.

“That's flattering. My house is here, but I have no place to be.”

The voice seemed so lonely that Charlotte nodded next door. But I could not see the look on the face of the prince, inhibited by the grass that swept in the wind. I had no choice but to look back into the sunny weather that once again seemed to fall out.

In the blue sky, there were some white clouds floating. One of them had a very unique shape: a thread-like cloud stretches from the shape of a mane circle.

I felt like some familiar form, and Charlotte haunted my head for a while, yeah. And I got my hands on it. That's the frog boy. My brother grabbed me at the pond and showed me sneaking around.

Charlotte felt terribly refreshed when the point was made.

After all, the sky is good.

It melts nasty things in a fluffy cloud.

If I was blurry that way, I figured, uh, the prince might need to sweep the sky, too. The more I thought about it, the more wonderful it seemed to me.

“So, Deng? Join me, and we'll see.”

“What?" the prince rose as he made a noise. Even though the expression did not change against each other, the face looked somewhat suspicious.

♪ If it's empty, you'll be watching ♪

“It's not just now. And most of it."

“How could that happen?"

“Because it's a good thing to look at sora. I'd rather see it for both of us than alone anyway. So come with me. Denka, you should!"

“Really...?"

“Yes!"

As Charlotte rose up vigorously, the prince barely opened his eyes. Almost, his eyes, edged by long lashes, blinked slowly and repeatedly, - the next moment, the prince laughed.

It's just that in the face of an innocent 10-year-old boy, Fritz laughed.

"Weird guy. The prince is just like that, I think. But I don't remember what you answered to that. I'm sure I was surprised that His Highness laughed, and that wasn't the time."

Red or yellow roses shake loosely in the wind, and a soft scent tickles the nasal cavity. Charlotte laughed as the white clouds fluttered through the sky, as she did in her young days.

"In the end, I couldn't keep my promise to the prince. Since that day, I've been out of company, and I can't fall asleep in the garden... In doing so, His Royal Highness was distressed, and we were no longer called."

The innocent smile Fritz showed, he said, was also that clear.

"At that time I had no idea what His Highness was suffering from and what I missed so much. But now, I kind of feel like I know. Maybe Alicia has felt the same comfort."

"Me?

When Alicia asked back in surprise, Charlotte snorted. So Alicia also looked up at the sky somehow.

In retrospect of how I used to be, being ten was a big turning point year for her. If you dare to mention it in that, you would have gained some of the memories of your previous life, and an understander named Clovis.

If it weren't for those two, what would have happened to me?

Alicia, who imagined it, immediately remembered her comfort. Before I regained my memories of my previous life, Alicia had no consciousness as the only child to take the blood of the present king, but only cared about living funny.

Having fun. In itself, it's never a bad thing. But on the other hand, with self-restraint towards myself, this is all I can assure you.

Alicia was on the run. He was turning his back on the kingdom, on the people, from bearing the future. And if no one was to blame strongly for it, the conditions were in place under which they could make excuses if they had to. Besides, it was sweet.

I see. Alicia nodded against the sky. He seemed to live at ease on his own, and being a royal child to himself was surprisingly heavy.

Then what about Prince Fritz?

Unlike Alicia, who was born to a woman, Fritz, the first prince without complaint, is the rightful successor to whom the throne was promised at birth. Besides, my mother is a famous empress, the only king likely to be salvation, and the king of a distant other country, who only has the opportunity to meet about two or three times a year.

If his own mother had been a famous king feared from another country, how much would the pressure be on the fritz, born as his successor?

You can't even escape.

I can't even throw it out.

Except for the days when expectations only build up so much that they're about to be squashed.

"Though not as expressionless as it used to be, Your Highness still needs time to look at the sky. I wish someone could see the sky with him."

"Someone, not you, I wish you did"

"No way! My Highness and I have a different world to live in. Your Highness and I lie on the lawn. I can't believe it is now. And my father is looking for my bond, and everything is going to be decided soon."

"Really!?

"Yes, if you decide to marry, you won't be able to rise to the castle as often as you do now, and you'll hardly ever see your busy Highness again."

After a shard of laughter, Charlotte reflected the sky in her big eyes.

"But sometimes I think. Back then, I said no to the other kids. But I was wondering if I should have pulled His Highness into the blue sky. Because the prince's smile is nothing like what you showed me back then."

The last one, I guess, was accidentally spilled for real. That's too honest. Alicia didn't dare pick it up, and Charlotte, she didn't try to talk any more.

But that's all I know.

I'm sure Prince Fritz needs a daughter like Charlotte.