The race of werewolves is better Gatai anyway than the people. Lars, who was to accompany Siegfried as part of the mission, was painful and depressed again.
Lars has a particularly large body among the werewolves. And my face grabbed me. I didn't care about it within my peers. I can't help but wonder about it since I entered this country. My child cries too much to stop wearing my spirit.
Contrary to Lars, Siegfried, the Lord, seemed very popular with women in this country. He is surrounded by women, wherever they are, who are also popular in the country with their superior appearance.
Lars, who was still screamed all over the woman today, drops his shoulder and walks down the hallway. I try to keep my body as small as possible, but it probably has little effect, etc.
"Ah...!
Just plugged into the corner, Lars hits something soft, pulling the jump off the jump. It was the late princess who became Siegfried's fiancée who blinked with her tits held by Lars.
"Excuse me! Thank you"
Tong, and after making a mild noise and descending to the floor, the princess - Aria - lowers her head with a dust. It was Lars who jumped with so much momentum that his body floated. Step behind Aria and bow your head deeply.
"No, sorry about this one"
"Mr. Lars is tall, so he's hard to see at my height, isn't he?
"Well, for a reason."
I was pointed at a picture star and stuck in words. It makes me giggle and confuse. This is the first time since I've been in this country I've been treated with a smile like this.
"Name…"
"Mr Bruno - from our Prime Minister, I have heard your names. I'm good at looking like this and remembering people's names."
Aria is small. Anyway, it's small. That's small enough to finally get the top of my head to Lars' chest. Compared to the fast-growing werewolves, they only carry around seven years of age in height. Small among people, so I'm sure he's ten or there. I admire the gift of my education as a royal or the adult words and actions I sometimes show.
"Amazing. I don't like that."
"It's because you're not good at it that you can live with your stunts."
Aria nodded as if she understood, looking around for a moment. Then it was what I was invited to, so I bent over and gazed at him.
"I'm actually very bad at behaving well...... my teacher just scolded me and I just ran away.... don't tell Master Siegfried, do you?
Aria whispered in her ear, pointing her index finger at her lips. She's cute as a child to make you lean your little neck aside, but maybe she cared about Lars now. That's why they're trying so hard to sue me with their gaze that I don't have a problem remembering my name.
"No matter how much I am, I remember your name. Dear Aria, Regards, Siegfried"
Deep, head down. Now not to apologize, but to beg. Lars left the scene behind, feeling smiled at by the little princess who dyed and hung her cheeks.
Visit Siegfried's room, addressed as a room. The reply to Knock was extremely small, but I am confident in the good ears while racing. Make sure you get permission to enter, and step quietly into the room.
Siegfried sat with a chair on the side of an open window. He has a cheek wand on the window frame, staring blurry and far away. The worried side would buy the interest of the majority of women.
"Is the amount of medicine okay?
When asked, Golden Eyes captures Lars. It was sent back out the window in an instant, a colour passed down to the royal family of werewolves. Born with an eye that emits a strong glow in his clan, he is always worried about something.
"... no problem"
"Master Aria is with us on the way home. Please be careful."
"What. Have you learned your name yet? That's unusual."
You suddenly learn to be interested, Siegfried turns to Lars for each body. It's like a single picture with long legs and hands on your knees.
"... I'm glad you laughed."
"I've only been crying since I came to this country."
Siegfried, who crooked his lips and laughed, glanced back out the window again.
"Aria... she's a good girl"
"Right."
"I don't have it."
"... that's not true."
"Do you really think so?
I was stuck with the words because I didn't know how to answer them to satisfy you. I guess Lars' mood is foreseeable. Siegfried has a mocking grin.
"You don't have to answer. I know the answer."
Siegfried with a smile off his face, he reassembles his fingers. You were restless or your knees were shaking slightly.
"Don't people have estrangement?
"Yes, that's what I hear"
"Right..."
The dropped sigh was due to appeasement or worry... From that expression, I couldn't read it.
"It's a really nasty physique for a man to have an affair with a woman's ovulation."
"I can't say much if the other person is Aria because they are of different races..."
"Oh, you sure do.... Besides, Aria is still small. The first period will be ahead of us. I'm not going to hit anybody who's not ovulating."
"Sometimes, in case. Please pay close attention."
"You've lost a lot of credibility, so have I."
"In that sense, no"
Siegfried is always worried about something. I'm sure I've never laughed sincerely since that day when I realized my fate. I hope his heart is healed. One day, I wish I could laugh from the bottom of my heart. If that little princess is next to her, that would be a great pleasure. - Lars just hopes that such a day will come.
"Dear Siegfried, please take care of Aria"
"I told you. I don't care about that little girl."
I lay my eyes silently in a dark, sinking voice, unable to say anything. That's not what I meant, the word ended up on my chest without being able to speak.
Aria gently pulled herself out of it, listening to a slightly open gap in the door. I feel like it was so long ago that I occasionally visited his room in an attempt to invite Siegfried for a walk. I heard my name coming from a gap in the door that was open just fine, and I heard the conversation thinking it was bad.
'I told you. I don't care about that little girl.'
Siegfried's voice, which he heard leaking from the gap, was completely different from his usual gentle voice. It was a thrusting, derisive voice.
"... wow"
As soon as I fell in love, I was flabbergasted. I didn't even confess. Return to your room on a small run and stand down the closed door on your back. My heart is pounding because of the guilt I must have eavesdropped on and the haste to rush down the hallway.
In the mirror of the mirror stand, I see myself. She looks like a girl in plain shades, much shorter than average.
I guess the reason Siegfried is so nice to Aria is because there's no diplomatic choice. In all honesty, where we have established friendly relations with this country, there is not such a great advantage in the land of werewolves. If we consider attacking other countries, it will be just the right place to relay. But this country is trying to establish friendly relations with other neighbouring countries at the same time as entering into national relations with the Wolf Nation. Some of the many sisters will marry in such a country.
If any other country chooses to consign to fight the Wolf Nation, Aria will surely be dumped. For the sake of one humble princess of his origins, the country will not move.
The werewolves are similar in appearance, but in the end, they are not human beings. I don't know where it came from, or where its origins lie. Beastly fierce, distant from other nations. I guess they just want to use Aria as a stepping stone to interacting with people. I'm just trying to get into that nostalgia by showing people how friendly it is.
No, that's not good yet. What if it was just a whim that they craved a human princess. If you're going to keep a hostage with the intent of having fun or something, you'll be twisted in an instant like Aria's tiny life.
"But I... decided to be happy"
Whatever you're going to do over there, you just have to be flexible. As Bruno put it, you just have to stir up your appetite for asylum, buy sympathy, and be recognized as something to protect.
Can or can't, not. I have to do it. To live, to be happy. Because whoever was laughing at the end wins, no matter what else he sacrifices.
A bandage that remains wrapped around your right wrist, with your left hand. The grey eyes in the mirror reflected the sunset that plunged through the window, the most beautifully shining ever.