Common Sense of a Warrior

Then, two weeks went by.

As always, I haven't seen Louis.

On the contrary, I never even saw it at school.

He seems busy here, and he's still at the Duke of Almeria's house, traveling all the way to and from the Royal Palace and the Mansion?

... It would be nice if you were at least concerned about your health.

I somehow imagine that perhaps Louis is immersed in forgetting even that.

I was coming to the library.

This library, which had a good number of people during the test period, is now also idle.

Especially in the corner where I keep my academic books. That's remarkable, and I'm not alone around.

Sitocito and the rain noise reached his ear slightly, stopping his hand in search of the fudge book and looking out the window.

It's more and more empty, and it's already a little dark when you say it's not so late.

The gloomy sky seems to represent my heart, somewhat heavily.

... safely, the Duchy of Limmel's VIP raids were still prevented, and the Duchy of Limmel VIPs said they were on their way home safely.

Somehow, it was a refreshing end.

Because we still don't know who diverted the uniform from the National Army and who cooperated in the raid.

Besides, I am also concerned about future changes in the power map of the nobility of the Kingdom of Tasmeria.

... Sharia's whereabouts of love are by no means per person in that sense.

I thought it was like a textile.

The yarn named Multiple People is intricately intertwined to create this situation.

And I guess the situation now is like being entangled in disorder as a result of accidental threading.

It's too complicated to have to be solved. I don't even know the weave and I don't know where to solve it from... even though I still don't know, the loom keeps weaving... such an impression.

I guess having to solve that, but not knowing the eyes to solve it, is causing me the most haste and frustration.

"Oh... good mood, Your Highness"

In the meantime, you look familiar blonde when you feel signs and look at you... and you were just Prince Edgar that person.

There is no reason to ignore it, but to greet the lady with gratitude.

"Long time no see, Merlis"

"Yeah, you're right. … because even at the earlier event, His Highness and I did not have the opportunity to speak"

"Oh... if you say so"

He was always normal, though, in a language that combined my restraints.

He's a man who won't be able to eat, even though he'll make sense.

"Is Your Highness here often?

"Oh. I'm bound to be here when I don't have time to study politics"

With that said, he was beginning to pick up some books from a nearby bookshelf.

When I get my gaze back from him too, I start looking for the next book to read.

"… Your Highness. With great fear, may I ask you one thing?

I asked, keeping my gaze fixed on the bookshelf.

It would be an inherently disrespectful act, but Master Extraordinary Edgar continues to search for books without showing the vegetables he cares about.

"I don't mind.... what?

"She's very important to me."

That was synonymous with stabbing the nail correctly.

For a moment, Prince Edgar's body shook pickly.

"There is never an intention to ask His Highness how he feels in itself....... but if you intend to play with fire, please don't come any closer to her. And even if I'm serious..."

Chirali and I saw Master Edgar.

He stops reading books of things that are right on the bookshelf with his gaze, and instead he arms up and just shuts up and listens to my words.

"Please don't just imitate that that hurts her.... As you know, the situation in the palace today is a little unsatisfactory. Under that circumstance, if you feel so much like maybe you will imitate letting her go... please let her go now"

"What if it means you don't even intend to?

"... there is nothing you can say from me. We just need to keep an eye on her."

"Right..."

Master Edgar was just quietly on the spot for a while.

of the other...... He doesn't look angry about it, even though he said it also did a rude imitation of getting into the heart of the royal one with Zukazuka and earthfoot.

"You're close."

Instead, the unexpected reaction returned, which, to be honest, surprised me a little.

"Yeah, yeah... that's, like, already. Because she's very important to me."

"Is that why..."

It was unusual for him and a small grunt.

"... no, it's nothing. I didn't expect you to express your opinion to me purely as a friend."

Are you frightened, or are you still angry... his mood can't be read from that voice color.

I just didn't regret my own words.

So keep your silence as you ask him how to get out.

"Oh... not so narrow as to blink at the words of a friend. It was just purely funny."

The word "left" came out to my throat, but I never uttered it.

You're not going to talk about this any more, the conversation was interrupted there, and he was untying the arms he was putting together and starting to color the book again.

"Now, if you'll excuse me."

"Oh."

I just found the book I was looking for, so I took the book with me and left the scene.