Herscherik (Reincarnated Prince Series)

"Oh, speaking of which, you didn't introduce yourself. My name is Hershelik Gracis. I'm the seventh prince of this country.

Returning from the abyss of thought, Hershelik stood up from the couch and introduced himself, offering her a walking hand. Hershelik grips her hand and smiles at the sales smile.

Next, he offered his hand to the youth, but the youth never shook it back. But rather than rejecting it, it seemed confusing. Because there was confusion in the faceless youth.

"If you……………"

A woman squeaks as she stares into Hershelik's hand's warm remaining hand. But the voice never reached Hershelik.

Hershelik realizes that it is important to shake the hand that was offered to the youth but not held back.

"Mind if I ask your name?

Speaking of which, Hershelik thinks he hadn't heard his name, and asks, tilting his neck.

"…… I can't answer that.

After she answers that, she realizes her loss. And Hershelik noticed that.

"I see, I can't answer, can I?

But Hershelik didn't pursue her any further.

"But don't bother when I call you...... um, red and blue hair...... aka, koo, sai...... something doesn't stick.

Had there been bellies on this occasion, I would have had a bad feeling. His name is simple and lucid, to put it badly, devastating. But whoever stops it is not here.

"Then let me call you Mr. Krenai, Mr. Ao.

Saying so, Hershelik giggles and sees the door that comes in.

"Ah, I think it's time.

The knock echoed indoors at the same time as the words, followed by a heavy door.

Four showed up. One is a good man who led me here. The other is Helena, a luscious beauty, Midnight Butterfly Mistress.

"Young lady, be in a good mood.

With a glossy voice that remembers the frizzy sensation of being stroked on the back, she drapes her neck deeply as her mistress Helena greets Hershelik. Long, thin purple hair with a loose perm fell off his shoulder, and when he raised his face, Purple Garden eyes reflected Hershelik. You must have worn it on me halfway through my body. The makeup is thin, and the clothes only weave thin clothes in a long dress that clearly shows the curvature of my shoulder body. But still seeping ripe colored incense would have swallowed spit if it had been a young boy.

But Hershelik, who was spoken to, was still young, and in her previous life she was not confused by the colourful incense that overflowed her, because she was oblivious to such colourful affair, even in her previous life.

"Mr. Helena, I rented your room. That was helpful.

"No, there is no reluctance between me and the young lady.

Yes, Helena answered with her hands on her cheeks, making a smile. A black child in her mouth increases her colored incense.

"Please let me know if I can help you. I will spare no effort to satisfy you with all the manifolds with the butterflies of the night and darkness if it is for the young lady.

Yes, Hershelik leaks a bitter smile to her mistress, who smiles lusciously and makes a unique rhetoric.

"Before it's sweet, it would be helpful if you could say so. Let me thank you for something next time.

"There is nothing for young people to care about.

But Helena continues her words with a smile that is luscious and reminiscent of a carnivore.

"I can tell the young man's men to come and see me. My daughters want to entertain the young men.

"Haha, we need to see who it is..."

Saying so, Hershelik sees the other two.

"Right, but both of you?

"... Hershey, I'm here to pick you up. The black dog was pretty angry.

Hershelik's inquiry was dared to be ignored, and while laughing bitterly, it was the young man who cut out the requirements with his pale blue eyes dripping over his orange hair with a habitual gold mesh creating a mild atmosphere.

His name is Octavian Ordis. Being the prestigious knight of the Kingdom of Gracis, the three sons of the Marquis Ordis family and the lead knight of Hershelik, he had earned the nickname Orange and trust over Hershelik. Showing the battle of Lion Spirit in his earlier battle with the Empire, he blew his brave name not only at home, but also abroad. It was being called the "Knight of Dusk" because of its hair color and because it brought the dusk of life to the hostile.

Behind it, a beautiful woman was frowning. The long pure white hair is knitted in three loose knits to keep out of the way, and the amber eyes look grumpy. The appearance is an endless beauty, but the gender is a genuine man.

He was Hershelik's lead magician and his name was Weiss. He had no last name because he had magical after-effects of brainwashing and his childhood memories were unclear and he did not know his name. Weiss is the name I received from Hershelik, and only the Lord calls it Shiloh. He was such a magical genius and his abilities were odd. In the past, his magic power, which has become an ageless body due to conspiracy, lightly outweighs the magic that a man possesses, and his talents outweigh that of a senior magician. And even more, he was born with the ability to convert the floating magic of his surroundings into his own. I thought the only way I could hang out with him about magic would be with a demon clan that was good at magic. Rather suspicious that even the Demons can stick together. When he uses magic like that, his pure white hair shines. I gather 'White Rainbow (Byakkow) Mage' and envy from what Hershelik said was like a rainbow and beautiful when he saw it, but he is indifferent.

"...... were you so cro angry?

Anticipating Clo's preaching time after he returns after watching Oran shake his head vertically, Hershelik gentrifies a little, albeit rusty, out of himself.

"In the meantime, thank you for picking me up, Oran, Shilo.

I thank the two of you for picking me up, and ask the magician who should have been in a praise-cage tilting his neck.

"Ciro used to come out of his room, didn't he?

"……… I was pulled out.

Shiro turns his gaze to Giroli and his colleagues standing next to him. Oran laughed bitterly at his gaze and glanced at his shoulder. Hershelik suspects that Oran, worried about Shiro, who was dragged into the cage, followed him as he picked himself up. Oran should take good care of himself.

"So, another trouble?

I stopped staring at Oran. Said in a tone that Shiro gave up. For it is a daily tea meal that my Lord brings troubles. Whatever you say, I won't bend it. Mostly, their bellies are the frontiers of giving up. Only the butler is still worried and annoyed like his mother, but in the end it is a common understanding of colleagues that he is sweet on Hershelik.

"People help, that's right.

Hershelik emphatically said to Shiro's grunt. And to men and women...... tell Ao and Klenai.

"We both get annoyed when something happens that it's at your husband's. Please come with me.

I guarantee my safety, Hershelik adds. And I said to my leaders.

"Shall we go home then? Thank you very much, Helena. What I came here for…………"

"Yeah, there was no one here. Young people and people.

Yes, with a luscious smile, Helena nods. I caught a young man with wings from his back in sight, but the laughter never changed. The honorable man behind it also gives the perfect courtesy, as if to affirm his husband's words.

Hershelik thanked him again for the words and tried to leave the room, stopping and looking back.

"Ah, before I go home.

Hershelik walks over to Ao.

And for him it is rare to mumble, with a hand put together behind him, or let his gaze wander. And with plenty of time between them, Hershelik decides to look up.

"... Wings, may I touch you?

Yes, Hershelik dyed her cheeks a little red and swept up because of the height difference.

Previous life I was a nerd.

The first fantastic beast tribe I've ever seen.

It was Hershelik who could not press the beating heartbeat of his chest.