At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

As I scrutinize the paperwork in my room, the sound of knocking on the door sounds indoors.

"Something"

In contrast, answer briefly.

"Master Tallow, I see you."

A samurai tells you through the door.

The moment I hear that, my hand stops. Out of the way, I felt like I heard a heartbeat.

No, not yet. I haven't heard the key yet.

"Master Tallow, are you alone?

If you're not alone, I'm sure.

"Yes, you are alone"

Oh, well. Has the day come at last? Has he come?

When I understood, I felt suddenly unable to breathe. The sensation of the body becomes as if it were floating and without feet on the ground.

My hand sweats, wow.

"I'll pick you up"

Try to keep them out on the surface, quietly tell the samurai, drive the paperwork to the edge for now, and leave the room.

"We'll be waiting for you in your usual room"

Are you waiting in a room to keep your guests waiting? I didn't mind if that person was here directly.

Rabbit horn, let's go see him. Let's start with that.

I feel a short hallway to the castle heading to the room. As such, I remember the feeling of getting to my room.

Don't you want to see that guy? No, there's no way. I want to see you. I want to see your face. I want to hear your voice. I want to touch that guy. I want you to touch me.

But, I'm sure...

When I realized it, I had already come to the front of the room. Stop thinking and knock on the door.

"Yes, go ahead"

Somewhere loose, only perfectly atmospheric voice can be heard from across the door.

That's just it, it makes me love you. That makes me happy. Yet if you don't want to open this door, the depths of your heart are screaming.

I beg your pardon.

Open the door and bow your head.

When I looked up, in a different atmosphere, Master Tallow stood.

So I could guess. I'm convinced. He said the prediction was correct.

This guy can't be here alone. You can't come to the royal castle like this guy. This guy's alone, he's not supposed to come see me.

"How did you do today?

Don't put any such emotions on the surface and ask with a smile.

I want it to be different, I want it to be different.

"Uh, the"

Hard to say expressions and voices. The same gentle voice.

Perhaps next time, turn your face out or look away and say it. This person has a habit of doing so, which is hard to say.

Ever since, I've been watching this guy when I can see him. So, I get it.

Yes, I thought so.

"We're about to head somewhere else."

Without distracting. I looked straight at this one and told him that with some sorry face.

"Really? You're gonna miss me."

Makes an expression that just looks like it, even though you're a little upset about unexpected things, don't get lonely for free.

And I thought, well, you know, if I didn't say it right,

- Here I come.

"Is that an important story?

I know. I know what they say. I don't want to hear it. I want to block my ears. I want to get out of this place right away.

"It's important, it's a story"

But you can't have a hard face, or a sad face. Because with such a sorry face, this guy says it straight, without turning a blind eye.

"The princess's feelings are meant to be well understood. And I know you're working really hard."

――――

I feel stuck breathing. I can't breathe well. Painful. Hard.

"But I'm sorry. I can't see you like that."

My chest hurts. I don't really know what my body feels like myself.

The words he spins tighten his chest, even though he is so loving about the man who tells it without distracting him.

"Mr. Quel 'Escaneivado"

- For the first time, they called me by name.

That's very. I can't wait to be very, very happy. It's ironic how I don't want to hear the last thing I want to be told, even though I'm so happy.

"I'm so glad you're ready and how you feel. But I think you're still too young to give everything to me alone. I don't want you to tell me what it's like to be alone until the end."

Without ever turning a blind eye, I tell you how sorry I am.

Why is this guy so sweet? Why is it so warm?

The word you're being told is goodbye. I'm definitely being shaken. But I feel his kindness from his words.

I'm glad it's hard. Even though I am currently being shaken, I still like it.

This guy shouldn't have been interested in me. He must have been someone with no interest whatsoever.

No, on the contrary, it did harm to the country, to my father, and to myself. And yet you say these words to me like that. This one.

This body is no stranger to being truncated. I have a sense that I did all that.

No interest whatsoever, it's not strange to be seen with a garbage eye. I do remember doing all that.

Yet this man. Only, this guy needs to be sorry that he can't take my favor. Even the lashes guide me.

Oh, really. It wasn't a mistake to be attracted to this guy. It wasn't a mistake to like this warm guy.

I can't help it. I can no longer help myself. Even if they shook me up, even if they told me I wasn't interested as a heterosexual, I don't know what to do with this guy.

So laugh. Make a smile, as usual. Don't make this guy look like this.

"Thank you"

I laugh nicely and thank him. Then he looks at this one with a surprised look. Perhaps you didn't expect me to thank you.

"Well, I'm glad you responded to my thoughts. It doesn't matter what form it's in."

Thank him for telling me that it was only me who was wrong. Express your sincere gratitude.

Certainly deep there, without any sadness or spiciness.

"... Dear Tallow. Again. I admire you."

He looks in trouble for telling me exactly how he feels again.

"I am delighted with the care of Lord Tallow. But I admire you.

Even though I know it hasn't been seen by you, there's nothing I can do about it, I admire you.

So don't look like that. I'm glad. I'm glad I like you. "

If I hadn't met this guy, I would have been a crappy woman. She would have been a boring woman.

Even now, the character of the root hasn't changed. I have a sense of consciousness. I'm me, no matter how I get up. But still, if you like this guy, if you know how nice this guy is, you think he's better than he was before.

So I don't bend. I don't give up what I like about this guy. Because if you're who you are now, if you like this guy, you're going to be who you can be proud of.

So, I think it's annoying. I think I'm sorry. I think it's the same thing a woman with a bad personality does. But, but at least.

"I like you, let me stay"

I don't have to be there for you. You can just remind me once in a while.

"I, in this country, do my duty. That's going to put you in quite a position.

So, if there's anything I can do to help, remember me. That's enough. "

At least in this guy's memory, even in one corner. I'll stay with Kitin.

Keep your chest up, smile, and respond to this man's kindness.

"... so, okay?

"Yeah, that's okay."

Still, he looks sad, spicy. That's sweet, really.

"... if it's hard, I think you can cry properly at times like this"

- For a moment, I didn't know what they said.

"I'll be fine."

You should be fine, you should smile properly. It should be.

But he wipes my eyes.

"I know it's hard for you to say. So, you can complain about one thing to me that I can't respond to you. It's okay that I cried."

"I, I, am"

I should have smiled. You should have smiled properly. It's supposed to be, why, why.

"I think you've been working too hard lately."

That said, like one day, I can stroke my head.

It was just that, like the strained one was cut off, tears overflowed.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Unexpectedly, I hug him. I don't work my head at all. I can't pretend like I always do.

I've always wanted this. Ever since then, I've wanted this.

I wanted to feel this guy's kind voice, his words, his hands, his temperature.

"Me... me... really... your, gush, things... uhhhhhhh"

I cry as I utter the unspoken word, no matter how mundane. He likes you. He said he really liked it.

"Yeah, thanks. I'm sorry."

He uttered many thanks and apologies in a gentle voice, and he held me, all the time, until I stopped crying.