His Royal Highness's cats are very hairy.

Beyond the door knocked when Rutvias put his arm through the sleeve of the long coat the samurai held wide.

The intent is to have a unique air for a long time.

Rutvias immediately guessed that his father had arrived.

His Majesty the King.

As expected.

Let me through.

The door opens almost at the same time as Rutvias says. The samurai, who was helping him change, stepped back on the wall and left the room after a gratuity.

-... that's unusual...

Richield was wearing a blue-blue long coat and weaving his jacket.

Since Rutvias' return, Richard's fever has not dropped. For that reason, it was not until he returned home that Rutvias saw his father king walk.

But what Rutvias thought was' unusual 'was not the outfit other than his father's nightwear, but a rugged look wrinkled between his eyebrows.

Because from the time my mother and... my grandfather were still alive, Richard just smiled modestly and rarely gave me a grumpy look. But that's clearly what makes him angry.

"What are you doing! Rutvias."

That was, in one way or another, Rutvias' dialogue.

Richard must still have a fever. Even though I don't, I'm pretty sure it was there until yesterday, so the fever hits back as soon as I walk out.

But I'm not going to capture Richard's verbal butt. Rutvias said, showing the cuffs he was clamping.

"I was dressed. We're running out of time for your meeting."

"What are you thinking? It was yesterday. Today?

Richield grabbed Rutvias' shoulder and forced him into the next room… pushing him into the bedroom as he really approached them with a big "Big Strand" without any help.

"Father..."

"Rest. I'll be at your meeting. I'll take care of all the other affairs."

"Isn't it Father who still has slight fever?

Rutvias gently pushes his father's hand back. Those hands, they're still hot.

"I would be fine. Doctors have seen it, and they know around me that I've fallen asleep... and I don't want to please 'anyone'"

Rutvias made him smile, as if he loved the flowers that bloomed in the garden.

I don't know who poisoned it. It's not a good idea to make weak taste appear outside now. Don't let them see any gaps.

Richard deepened his rugged expression.

"... I've decided to keep a toxin cook in the future."

A smile, like that of a saint of Rutvias, rocks pictorially at the words of his father.

"... not necessary"

"I decided it was necessary"

"I will never have this kind of lapse again. Father."

Richard stares at his son. Feeling his father's sharp gaze, but worried, Rutvias laid his eyes down on the odd guilt.

"You hate the poison taste because of Leena, don't you?

…

A cat slips off Rutvias' head into his abrupt mother's name without time to resist.

To Rutvias, who lost his expression, Richield narrowed his eyes to bitterness.

"I know. It's only natural that you resent my father for not being able to protect your mother. I can understand your feeling that you don't want to keep the poison cook. That's why I forgive you for your patience.... I forgive you.

Richard, too, laid his eyes down.

As he recalls and shakes off something from the past, Richield looks up again. No more worries in that eye. Strong, thoughtful, the king was there.

"... but I was wrong. Save the poison cook. This is an order as king.

Rutvias desperately commanded himself. Laugh. Even as he manages to rewear the slippery cat and tighten the heavy mouth angle, he lifts it.

I made him smile willingly. They say she looks a lot like my mother, with a beautiful face.

"... there's nothing to resent. I apologize for your concern. But you don't need a toxic taste. If you really want to, I will refrain from eating in the future"

A smile that praises people for being like saints. Everyone who is directed is gladly captivated. But Richield draws his lips and ties them, as if they were wounded instead.

"... rut"

Rutvias nickname at a young age. Name used by father and mother, only in private spaces, to spoil son.

The moment he was called, a wave of emotions pushed over and something in Rutvias was about to break.

But in the end, it didn't, and Rutvias can smile brutally beautiful.

"Yes, Father"

It was Richard who turned a blind eye.

Drop your gaze on the floor and don't try to give it away, like looking for a sigh you dropped yourself.

"... turn on the poison looker. It's a decision. Then it's not from the bedroom today. This is a king's order."

That's all Richard said, with a tired look on his face, turned his back on Rutvias.

When I was young, I jumped gladly when I found that back. But Rutvias can't do that right now. Rutvias is taller than Richard, and he could crush his skinny father if he wanted to jump. And most importantly, he innocently passed the age of sweetening to his father, along with Rutvias. You two were too far apart. Time, distance, mind.

The door goes away and the sound of the shoes goes away.

In a quiet room, Rutvias stood up.

"... I don't... resent you"

Talk to your disappeared back across the door.

I knew I wasn't hearing you. Because I knew it, there are some genuine things I could zero.

Richard was a sweet father to his son. He always laughed and forgave me the prank of young Rutvias. When I took his Heavenly Horse out without permission and flew all the way to the roof of the big hitch, I was just wrinkling between my eyebrows, but still didn't scold Rutvias out loud. He yelled at me only once, as far as Rutvias can remember. Just once...

Some slap the gentle Richard in the pussy when he is too weak.

Some graciously delivered the pussy to Richard's own ear. But he still smiles without being offended. Right, just say so.

Rutvias grew up looking at his father like that. Rutvias knows that his body is weak but not to his heart.

"I don't resent you..."

Lean over to your desk and sit back as you are. When I leaned down, my long falling forehead was in the way, but I'm even bothered to lift it up.

"I just... can't believe it..."

- - Nobody, I don't believe it.

No one can believe a poisoner, Richard, a dead mother, a grandfather, an Aurio, a prime minister.

Adeline, except the only one.

Rutvias, 12, in her mother's obituary, didn't even cry.

It was so sudden that I didn't feel real.

A man who targeted Richard's life said he poisoned a pot of soup. But Richield at the time didn't get his hands on the meal because of his usual ill health and loss of appetite, and Leena, who drank the same pot of soup in the separate room, collapsed into poison, and a doctor was immediately called but he couldn't make it.

A total of six women officers and samurai, who were toxin lookers for Richard and Leena, were caught, but three of them were getting cold in jail the next morning. Ironically, he said, he was poisoned. My mouth must have been sealed. The three dead were offering poisoned soup before the Lord under false pretences that they had no problems.

Rutvias has accidentally swallowed poison in the past. The pain of burning your throat and the pain of shaking your built-in. (d) Lost the border between life and death at night. My hand shook when I wondered if my mother had tasted that pain, too. Fear, sorrow, and agony. Being attacked by emotions that did not know in what language they deserved to be revealed, Rutvias was unable to move.

Since then, Rutvias has not kept a poisonous clerk.

Because I can no longer believe in poisonous cooks. I just believed them, and my mother died.

More importantly, Rutvias did not believe in the people around him.

All that approaches Rutvias are those who try to get into and use Rutvias and satisfy their own greed.

Nobody believes it.

It was lonely, thin and cold, but only when had Rutvias even become reassured that he was' alone '. As long as I'm alone, because nobody betrays Rutvias, and nobody hurts Rutvias.

Dinner as soon as you return to your home country.

Rutvias noticed before drinking, a unique aroma with a slight fragrance on the soup.

Poison contamination itself is not uncommon. Those who aim for the throne, those who resent the rude succeed, those who want Rutvias to die, that's about the number of stars.

At that time, however, the voice of the samurai who informed Leena of her obituary resurrected to Rutvias' ears like an alarm.

'Poison in the pan...'.

Moved by the feeling of a hundred feet crawling up through his spine, Rutvias leaps out of the room.

-... if...

If, as Leena did when she died, the pot, not the plate, was poisoned, whose meal would that poisonous soup be served to other than Rutvias?

It's a soup for a special guest.

It must only be served to guests treated on an equal footing with Rutvias.

I mean, to my fiancée, Adeline.

If you're royal, you should have a specially educated poison watcher, but Adeline isn't royal yet, so you don't have a poison watcher.

Rutvias wars as the dead face of his mother, who has not even seen it, glimpses in front of him.

As Rutvias opened the door and entered the room, Adeline had her eyes round like a plate. The dishes that line up in front of her, they haven't got their hands on it yet.

-... in time.

Ignoring Adeline, who strengthens her face, Rutvias smiled.

"Were you eating? Should I change it?

'No, I don't mind... Um...'

Her face clearly said it was annoying.

That would be so. Adeline was quite shocked by the nature of Prince Reishi. But can you do that?

'... if you like... would you like to join me?

'Thank you. Then I beg your pardon'

Rutvias smiles again and takes a seat at Adeline, who recommends the meal as squeezed out.

When I smelled the soup and made sure it was ok, I was relieved enough to lose my strength.

But I can't really feel safe. I'm beside Rutvias, it's just that she's in danger.

"Begin today, be sure to call me when you eat or drink tea"

A cup of tea, something to make Adeline drink alone?

Until then, it seems that Millet, the samurai, was poisoning Adeline's diet for now, but made her stop.

Because clearly, I couldn't believe Millet. Millet seemed dissatisfied, but when Rutvias said with a grieving smile, 'If anything happens to you, Adeline will grieve,' he admitted tearfully that he was impressed.

The Chancellor officially tried to put a poison cook on Adeline, but Rutvias stopped it as well. There is no basis for believing in the poison looker.

Don't be frightened in vain. Don't tell Adeline about the poison, but stop talking around. Silently, Rutvias dined with Adeline.

- - - I'm not sure myself how I got so desperate.

I didn't even love him. I didn't like it when he was in a political marriage. I was afraid to see someone die of poison. - For a variety of reasons. I just wanted to protect Adeline purely, though there are a lot of things. I also think that was it. I wasn't thinking whether the emotions intervening there were a sense of duty or affection.

I just wanted to protect you.

Those eyes with dazzling pure tears.

It had to be shown, such as human malice that treated people's lives like pawn play on a board.

I didn't want to get my eyes dirty at night...

By a stone assembled window, Rutvias sat with one foot in front of his chest.

Prince Wang's bedroom, which had been one of Rutvias' own rooms for some time, used to be that of Richield.

The wallpaper Leena chose to brighten up her room for Richard, who is often in her bedroom, remains intact. During the decade without the Lord, however, the room had become somewhere to put together a sad and lonely atmosphere.

The samurai who gave Richard's orders stopped him from leaving the room, and Rutvias cannot even go to Shiva's stables.

-... you must be bending your navel...

I haven't been able to get to Shiva since yesterday.

Tenma doesn't have to worry about starving because she doesn't have to drink or eat for a few days, but she needs cleaning. It is visible that the stables clerk enters the fence for cleaning and is kicked by Shiva, who is irritated by the fact that Rutvias does not come.

Tired of looking out, Rutvias looked around the room.

Doors in opposite positions to normal entrances and exits enter the eye. It is the door that leads to the Princess Wang's bedroom.

Through that door Rutvias entered Leena's room hiding the mud dough and threw it at her mother's mirror bench long ago. Rutvias mocks herself when she remembers her mother screaming in a muddy mirror and she was a hell of a prank kid while I was there.

The laugh also shredded right off my cheek.

There's no more Leena in Princess Wang's room. She became queen, moved into a private room, and died.

The neighborhood is now just waiting for the new Lord to quiet down. Eventually you will be the queen of Rutvias, wait for Adeline.

Apparently, Adeline stayed in a separate room last night. But I woke up a long time earlier than Rutvias, and said, 'I hope you don't have to do this,' and the lady told me that she left the royal palace without breakfast, leaving behind the allegation of caring for Rutvias.

There shouldn't have been any official business plans, but it is the aristocratic society that attaches importance to getting along with something. Maybe he's invited to a tea party or something.

-... then you should have left something out about me...

It wasn't until the other day that I got Adeline cold. I think I yelled at you yesterday to leave, too. Yet Adaline ended up escorting me to Rutvias late last night.

Yesterday, the water in the water that Rutvias drank tasted like lemon. To that flavor deliberately followed to mislead the flavor of the poison, Rutvias was instantly, but manly misled. To the bitter taste I felt on my tongue, I soon realized it was poisonous but delayed spitting it out, it was very small but I swallowed it. The amount I drank and the type of poison were no big deal, rather the action of the antidote was honestly harder, but even more so, that face of Adeline stuck.

Staring at Rutvias, that face.

She was angry when she found out Rutvias had been poisoning her own diet the whole time.

-... you're angry...

Not scared by the poison, not thanking Rutvias for the poisonous taste - no, I didn't want to be appreciated - but Adeline got angry. Rutvias' feared eyes remained beautiful to be dirty, with clear tears as ever.

At that time, Rutvias was reminded that he had no idea what kind of woman Adeline was.

Adeline is not weak enough to be tainted by people's malice, etc. I am not a lady who is heavily protected, smiles and expresses her gratitude. She has that strength, like a mountain fire that doesn't even go away in heavy rain.

For Adeline, who is highly adamant, Rutvias' behavior may have been nothing more than an insult.

-... nothing... I didn't insult you...

It's just that I wanted to protect Adeline, and speaking of which, what would Adeline look like?

The door was knocked, and Rutvias lowered one leg down to the floor that he was carrying.

"... go ahead"

Aurio revealed himself in the living room visible through the open door of the bedroom where he had left it open.

When Aurio comes to the front of the bedroom, he frowns when he sees Rutvias not lying on the bedside.

"... didn't you take the day off?

"Because His Majesty only told me not to leave my bedroom"

chuckled, Rutvias smiled.

I haven't taken a step out of my bedroom unwillingly. It won't be against Richard's orders. While I'm at it, what a childish rebellion.

Aurio made his expression as offensive as he condemned it. But it's no different from his usual face.

"... I brought you a meal"

As I signaled Aurio's words, behind him, too many samurai and female officers with large plates in their hands go by and begin to line up on the round table in the living room.

When Rutvias stood up, he walked to the bedroom door and watched the table as it was prepared from there.

Aromatic aroma of meat baked with spices. Soup with floating green beans, white bread. Vegetables in bright fruit.

When water is soaked in the cup, the ladies leave quietly after a grace.

"There was no problem with the poison sight. Enjoy with confidence."

…

I don't know his face or his name. How can he be relieved by the poisonous look of a poisonous viewer? No, not that I can believe it where I knew his name and face.

-... I wonder why...

I wonder myself.

Actually, Rutvias doesn't poison himself because the poisoned diet is' inedible '.

A few days after learning of my mother's death, Rutvias continued to vomit his meal. I thought it might be because my mother's death was quite a shock, but eventually I realized it wasn't. I can't eat a meal that's poisoned.

Even the Empire naturally had a poisoning attendant on Rutvias, but when he finds out that the meal in front of him is poisoned, he suddenly loses his appetite and throws up when he is forced to eat it.

I can't believe the poisonous viewer, that's what my mind would do, Rutvias thought. Because my mother was murdered by a poison looker.

Trying to change the poison watchman still didn't eat the meal, which lasted a few days, so the poison watchman was scrapped. From the imperial side, I guess, it's because I couldn't starve to death the important hostages I keep. The decommissioning of the poisoner was notified ex post to Rude Saxseed. It was a notice of content that would normally protest, but Richield apparently accepted without saying anything. He may have thought of it as a silent protest by his son against a father who failed to protect his mother.

"Come on, Your Highness. Dinner."

Even if Aurio urges me, Rutvias can't move. I'm supposed to be hungry, but I don't think I want to eat at all.

I know it myself. You have to eat. As a prince, physical control is one of our duties.

But I can't help but feel like putting food in my mouth that spreads in front of me.

-... you don't have to believe it. You just have to suspect and eat...

I can't eat because I can't believe someone else, so I'm trying to look at the poison, but it shouldn't matter. Doubt him. Then you should be able to eat it.

Rutvias approached his dining table.

You should be able to eat, repeatedly cursing yourself.

But just a few moments later, the scent of soup smells and reflexively lags behind.

…

"Your Highness?"

"... excuse me, could you lower it"

-... I can't.

I can't eat.

I don't even know why, but I can't eat it.

Aurio has turned his harsh gaze to Rutvias.

"I haven't eaten in the morning either. His Majesty the King has ordered His Royal Highness to make sure you eat something.

……

-... that damn father...

The fact that Richard is worried about his son conveys too much. So Rutvias was not an adult enough to honestly follow. If I can hold it from the top, I want to rebel.

"... I don't have an appetite. Offer."

Rutvias leaned down and said it again because he was not sure to get a good look.

While wearing a cat, Rutvias' voice is beginning to seep with frustration. You realize the frustration, but you don't look cowardly to Aurio.

"I can't."

"I have eaten, you should report it to Your Majesty."

"I can't."

"... if you want me to eat, tell Your Majesty I want you to abolish the poisoning clerk."

"... I don't even want to deal with His Majesty."

Aurio's voice got slightly lower.

"... Apply it?

Rutvias looks up and listens back.

Aurio stared down at Rutvias.

"It can't be common sense that a prince of a country, and a king prince of a great power like Ludo Saxseed, eats without any poison. From my point of view, His Highness's conduct is a childish affair to His Majesty. Mother, why don't you blame your father for not being able to protect you?"

Apparently, it just looks like Rutvias is cursing Richard around.

Speaking of which, when he returned home, the samurai, who interrupted him from entering Richard's bedroom, also feared that Rutvias would harm Richard. Even Richard at the time seems to decide that his son resents himself.

Ridiculous, Rutvias laughed.

Shall I really kill my father and destroy my country? Is that satisfying?

You didn't care that Rutvias laughed, Aurio's tone gets tougher.

"Yesterday, in case anything happened to you, our country, along with the only prince, had lost the lineage of St. Sachseed's direct lineage. Who do you think will take responsibility for that? This is the secretary and the samurai, including me, who have done your best, and His Excellency the Chancellor. Anyway, I'm not saying we don't know how much it would cost this country to lose His Excellency the Chancellor."

It's true.

What Aurio says is so correct that there are no gaps at all.

But I wonder why. Rutvias' heart gets cold. My heart chilled and froze to the point where I could not even feel the pain. And behind such a heart, Rutvias' lips draw a beautiful smile.

"-... I will not bother the Chancellor or you. Lower your diet."

I am not hurt.

Are you hurting your words or something?

With a relaxed smile, Aurio shook his eyes for the first time.

- Concon, and the door was knocked from the hallway side.

Aurio responds, keeping his gaze off Rutvias.

"... what's up?

"Adeline, there's a lady here."

To the voice of the samurai, Rutvias and Aurio explored each other's eyes for as long as they blinked, and breathed out small as they dropped their gaze. - A truce.

Rutvias allowed the person waiting across the door to enter the room with an intelligent voice that would not make him feel anything like the Cold War until earlier.

"Go ahead."

"Excuse me, sir."

Even Aurio looks out for Adeline, not just Rutvias, who came in.

Adeline had a short brown dress with a white front and her hair knitted in three pieces and lowered in front of her chest. I have a triangular scarf wrapped around my head instead of a flower hat, and no matter where I look from, it's the farmer's daughter, the merchant's bottom job.

When you say it suits you, be rude to your noble lady opponent. If you say it doesn't suit you, you're rude to your female opponent.

"... well, you've come this far"

In the end, Rutvias decided to express his far-fetched sentiments and smile vaguely at the unobstructed reaction.

"Actually... I was suspicious, but there were knights of millet and offering, so I managed..."

Adeline laid her eyes down, slightly obstinate. Again, they stopped him on the way.

Between the sights and behind the building where the office is located, the inner palace is a private living space of the royal family, so the security is stricter than others, and first of all, in the daughter of the downstairs, she cannot go up to the floor where Rutvias' private room is located. In Adeline's current outfit, she's the one who gets stuck.

"Lady."

When Millet whispered, who was holding back a few steps behind Adeline, it seems that Adeline remembered her own business.

"Right. It's gonna get cold."

What the hell does it mean to cool down? Before Rutvias asks, Adeline lifts her face softly and stretches her spine. The slight swelling of the qualitative dress was pinched at his fingertips, his legs crossed and his knees gently bent. Slowly, keep your head down with your spine extended, graceful and in tune. Even if he was crude, with one thank you, Adeline made him prove his upbringing.

"I am aware that this is not a costume I can greet in front of Your Highness. Forgive my disrespect."

With her head up and back in her usual position, Adeline strapped her neck just a little worried.

"Um... excuse me. Were you eating?

Asked, Rutvias looks down at the round table. A sumptuous meal in line. Speaking of which, this was the beginning of the alleged dispute with Aurio.

A glance at Aurio, who still looks rugged, Rutvias turns to Adeline. And I grinned and said away with a superb smile.

"No, Adeline. I'm about to clean this up."

"Your Highness..."

Aurio opens his mouth to argue, but shuts it. Because Millet gave Adaline the cage he had, and Adaline approached Rutvias with it.

"Then have this for lunch"

"... What's this?

Rutvias remembered that something similar had happened before. It's about the night I kicked a knight who was disrespectful to Adeline.

"It's onion and goat meat soup. I want you to have it while it's warm..."

So you wasted your time getting dressed?

"I've put beans in the bread. I was praised for being good for the first time."

With a good face, Adeline smiled. But Rutvias hardens.

"... made?

"Yes!"

"Please wait!

I tried to interrupt between Rutvias and Adeline, and Aurio came in.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I can't have this served to His Royal Highness. Your Majesty's diet is only toxic, by order of His Majesty the King. Then there are other rules besides the poisonous taste…"

"I know. Whatever His Highness says will depend on what is harvested in your vegetable garden, and the water shall be boiled from the well of the royal palace before it is used cold once."

Aurio was taken aback by Adeline, who even said so.

Rutvias also has a slight eye. This is the first time Rutvias has also known to boil water before using it.

"Well, that's not all..."

"You have to cook under a supervisor and have a toxic taste from three or more people, depending on who you are."

Adeline continues as if to recite it in a book as well.

"The vegetables were taken by me in the vegetable garden. The firestone didn't work and it was Millet who set the fire... but I was the one who drew water from the well. I let it boil properly and then it cooled. I washed the vegetables with water."

"... where did you do it?

What can be eaten in the royal palace is easy to cook in the royal palace. It is unacceptable to bring in cooked dishes from the outside.

When Aurio asked, Adeline answered with a peeved face.

"The cooking area belonged to the Knights' third unit."

The Knights are a large area, so there are quarters and cooking areas for each unit.

"Why are you there?

"That's the only person in the unit that can get in there, right? The cooking place where His Royal Highness's meals are usually made is too large and too many people, so I wouldn't even notice if someone was making suspicious moves. But you can rest assured the unit's cooking area is small and only me and Millet can get in, right? Millet helped me, but from harvesting to flavoring, I did it all. Oh, but... the goats didn't judge me... and I asked the knight of the offering"

"… I'm relieved to hear that"

To some unfortunate facial expression Adeline, Aurio groaned bossly in a manner of heartfelt relief. To the temperature difference between those two, Rutvias accidentally blew it out.

"... Your Highness..."

Giro, turned away from Aurio, who stared, and Rutvias deliberately coughed.

Always hateful, calm and honest, Aurio barely pinches his mouth against Adeline's opponents. It's a very pleasant sight. I want to show it to the secretary in the second seat who was able to get into Aurio the other day and was half crying.

"The dishes were boiled and disinfected once before serving. The food I was able to cook was delicious for all of the third unit, including me. This is the rest of it."

"... now what?

"I made more soup and bread, so I stayed. Forcing the knights to eat is an obstacle to their mission and training from day one. That's why I wanted His Highness to clean it up."

Aurio's face is hugely tight.

Rutvias seemed desperate to blow out. Somebody get a painter. I want to use this moment as an art and definitely leave it for future generations.

"Is the lady trying to get Her Royal Highness to eat leftovers?

"Yeah, that's right. You don't have a body to throw away, do you? Your Highness, may I have it?

Adeline's eyes shook for a moment. I guess I was frightened by the possibility that Rutvias wouldn't receive it.

'Don't keep me away'.

An indelible whisper comes back to my ear.

-... I wanted to keep it away. I was going to keep you away from me.

But was it really Adeline that Rutvias wanted to protect in the first place? Were you afraid that you would get hurt?

Yesterday, no matter how many times Rutvias waved away, Adeline wouldn't let go of her gripping hand. She has decided to be the queen of Rutvias.

It is Rutvias who is not prepared to take her hand.

"... Aurio"

"... Yes"

Rutvias received Adeline's cage and turned a clean smile on Aurio to the frigidity of his specialty.

"I'm going to have it because it's a corner. So would you mind cleaning up your meal?

Adeline's eyes flashed with joy.

It is clear that Adeline cooked on the assumption of feeding Rutvias.

If you're a Chancellor's warrant lady, you're "certain of your identity," you're well qualified for "supervisor," and "more than three poisonous tastes," you meet the rules when all three units, from 20, eat before Rutvias. But Adeline didn't say it tasted poisonous. It was only the remnants of the third unit, he claimed. The idea of giving the prince the leftovers is absurd, but I can feel Rutvias' consideration for his mood, which hates the poisonous taster.

Let me get this far, and if I don't take it, I'm not a man.

………

Wrinkled between his eyebrows, Aurio is still thinking about it. Seeing that, Adeline said even more.

"If there ever was a murderer in the Third Squad who poisoned His Highness, there would be no poison in the pot of meals he eats, would there? If this poisons you, the killer is definitely me. You're relentlessly excusing me."

Even the knights on the battlefield were so clean that Adaline made it clear.

On its side, Rutvias looks.

It's not just kind-hearted.

That's the daughter the prime minister raised with salt that the queen did not deserve. And she grew up brilliantly as her father expected.

"... Yes, sir."

Aurio lowered his eyes and bowed his head, as he had given up.

"Thank you, Aurio"

With a full smile, Adeline is under the impression that she is unusual.

A woman officer is called in and the food is lowered. Millet leaves following the woman officer, then Aurio heads to the door.

"Then I apologize, too. Take your time."

He bowed so politely that he didn't like it, and Aurio shut the door.

"... I knew it pissed Aurio off... I thought it was impotent while I..."

"Sometimes he feels like he's been hit, too."

When Rutvias placed the cage on the round table, he took the cloth that had been worn. It smells fluffy and good, and I finally realize my hunger.

"... whoever made that vegetable was grateful to His Highness. Thanks to His Royal Highness, he said he could safely plow the fields."

To Adeline's words, Rutvias wondered if his heart would stop.

By taking himself hostage, the Empire pleaded guilty to the surrender of Rude Saxony, and the war was over. As a born royalty, you deserve to be held hostage for your country. That's not why it wasn't hard. Tension to be monitored. frustration to be restricted in action. As the prince of a defeated nation, he was often overlooked and scorned.

Adaline gently removed the soup vessel from the cage so that the contents would not spill.

"… so I'd like you to eat, Your Highness"

……

The vessel is warm. That was all I felt rewarded for the days I had endured in the Empire.

With the key given to him, Rutvias drank the soup.

-... I can eat...

No nausea. My stomach, my body, doesn't reject food.

"How about that?

"... good"

"Good!

To the frantic voice of Adeline, Rutvias breaks up with nature.

I've never cared about the taste of food before.

When I was young, I was frightened of being reprimanded for eating incorrectly, and whether the food was safe or not was of paramount importance.

Rutvias enjoyed the sweet aroma of onions spreading in his mouth.

It's a bad meal.

However, it definitely feels tastier because of the peace of mind that it is' safe 'than any luxurious meal I have ever eaten. In a true sense, I felt the nourishment go over my body.

-... why, can you eat...

I'm not looking at poison, though, it's in front of the building. In fact, why would my body accept this soup when it has been poisoned?

-... because Adeline... made it?

Even myself, I don't know.

"The bread was a struggle. The dough sticks sticky in my hand."

Rutvias listened as she grabbed the bread as Adeline hand-wrestled next door to talk about cooking.

Simply enjoying a meal is also my first experience.

I remember the first night I saw Adeline laugh. It was the night I hit the floor with Adeline's plug.

At that time, I didn't expect to start listening to Adeline like this. My fiancée, who is always odd, made a plug for me worried about Rutvias' hunger. At the same time I was surprised by that, I was simply delighted. I fell to the floor, but nothing seemed wrong. Strange and even then, I think I knew that food was' safe '.

"... you're my loser"

Rutvias mocked himself.

Adeline asked as she caged a completely empty vessel.

"Were you in any kind of battle with someone?

"... oh yeah. I wonder who lost to me."

Adeline tilted her neck in such a way that she was not sure.

The troubled face was hilarious - loved, Rutvias was troubled.

Was it Adeline or herself that Rutvias lost?

Finally, Rutvias realized the cause of the frustration he had felt against Adeline since the reunion.

-... because Adeline doesn't look at me?

Previously Adeline didn't see Rutvias properly just leaning down. Even now that he has stopped leaning down, Adeline has not seen Rutvias. As a man.

To her, Rutvias is the opponent of a political marriage and a master to serve. Desperate for Rutvias is only because she is faithful to her role.

Whether you're struggling with bad dress choices, worrying about Rutvias, or cooking from hand to hand, Adeline is just trying to be honest about Rutvias' position as' the Queen '.

Even one smile that just gave me Rutvias doesn't make me because I love Rutvias. Rutvias has always been unconsciously irritated by that.

"... one thought..."

"Yes?"

"No..."

-... one-sided... me?

By the way, to my own fiancée.

I don't think so, but this situation would be nothing short of one-sided.

I'm having my first one-sided thought in my life right now.

"Your Highness? Your face is red, isn't it? Are you all right, sir?

Adeline's white hands, touching Rutvias' forehead. Night-colored eyes peeking in.

Her casual tricks seem so precious that Rutvias can't even blink.

Where the hell is the poet who expressed this stormy emotion in such a lovely way that 'one thought' sounded. Shame on you.

"Your Highness?"

"... I'm fine"

Rutvias retreated as he fled from the hand placed on his forehead.

I wonder why, until now, I've been fine with this hand.

It's not like I don't want to touch you. But I'm afraid to touch it. I'm going to be unable to let go.

Escaping Adeline's gaze, Rutvias laid his eyes down. But his eyes fall into Adeline's white hands. There were scratches from unfamiliar hand cooking on all the fingers.

Noticing Rutvias' gaze, Adeline rushed to hide her hand, but Rutvias did not miss it. Grab a thin hand and don't let go. No, I can't let you go.

"... Ah... I'm sorry you're ugly"

"... what the hell is wrong with you?"

It's not ugly, rather...

Beyond that, I can't speak very well.

Love is better to lose, which is often said in ancient times and now, but Rutvias doesn't seem to leak into the example either. Even finger scratches are so darling.

Rutvias closed his eyes.

I just have to get to my stomach now.

"... about the poison."

I blinked and stared straight at Adeline.

"We'll settle this by the time you're in the royal palace. I'm not gonna do anything you eat while you're freaking out grape bread."

Adeline rounds her eyes.

Stop looking at me like that. Too cute, Rutvias raised his inner white flag.

"You know I like grape bread?

'Cause you're cheeky with a happy face.'

That's something Rutvias noticed recently, too. I thought Adeline might like it because she only bites and eats grape bread, but she still liked it.

"... me, is it that much on your face?

"So."

"... Well, yes, Suka"

Rutvias peeks at Adeline, who shyly dyes her cheeks and leans down.

"... don't look"

"Why?"

"Why..."

Adeline is getting more and more red.

I want to touch that cheek.

I want to hold my hair tight.

-... really, it's a complete defeat.

I had to never fall in love with someone again, but I can't abandon the sweet feelings I had. Even if that's an unrequited thought.

I had to pray to Rutvias.

Please don't let this love hurt Rutvias... Adeline.