His Royal Highness's cats are very hairy.

He's Marcelio's son.

Folding his tall upper back, the man fell on one knee.

Her golden brown hair, nicknamed "The Lion King," is in the wind. The candy eyes were smiling softly, but I didn't feel the impression of 'kind man' at all. Just being there, the intimidation that flattens people. A fierce air that could bite your neck off if you're caught off guard. But he could not help but look at the light, and the man - the king was haunted.

-... who is the king...

Fanias never knew that a king was such a terrible and powerful thing.

"... can you look at me? Nice work."

When the king laughs, he rises. And he looked back in a good mood at the Chancellor standing behind him.

"Marcelio, you're a good son. I envy you. My son wants this to happen, too."

"What will they say? At the dawn of His Royal Highness's growth, let him be a famous man who is not even close to my mourning."

"Ha, let's hope so"

Once again, the king gazed at the Chancellor's son.

"What's your name?

Bite down the tremor and throw the answer out of your throat.

"Fanias.... I am Fanias Marcelio. His Majesty King Albuquerque."

"Why don't you call a doctor! Come on!"

"... fanias..."

Red blood flowing from Richard's right eyelid creates black stains on the carpet.

-... too much bleeding...!

Fanias felt his blood loss just like Richard's.

"... it's okay. The only thing that's broken... is the lid."

From the rough breath, Richard says as he roars.

"That is not the problem, His Royal Highness the King!... It's a terrible bleed!

We have to hurry. Richield is the only son of Albuquerque and Prince Wang. In case anything happens, never.

"... rut..."

Fanias finally realized that there was a young prince there because Richard nearly smiled behind Fanias.

"... Father..."

Richard smiles at his son, who pales his face like he's frozen.

"... I yelled at you... I'm sorry, Ruto. You were scared, weren't you?

Rutvias gained momentum and swept his neck sideways over and over again. To the way it looked, Richard deepened his grin. From between the fingers of the hand covering the lid wound, however, new blood continues to flow.

"... with your father... let's exchange rooms. Ruto should sleep in his father's bedroom today. Do you mind if I put on Ruto's bunk?

To Richard's words, Fanias thinks he's the limit. I don't even have the strength to go back to my room. Even though he was originally ill, he's just keeping consciousness now, I'm sure it's the best he can do.

"... sorry"

That, to the low adult voice, Fanias gazed at Rutvias in surprise.

A decent and active prince, unimaginable from a beautiful angelic face. This prince, who likes to fly around outside and is only a little bit impatient because his father spoiled him, was a man who discerned poison, almost mastered the reading and writing of imperial language, and had great expectations from his grandfather. Dark darkness hides in the eyes of such a brilliant prince, and Fanias frowns.

"I'm sorry... Father... eh"

I wonder what this sad look is. I wonder why his words of apology poke strangely deep into his chest.

It was Fanias who had to apologize.

Fanias can forgive an angry albuquerque, but he can't let Rutvias do such an easy thing, letting the child play outside like a child. No matter how much Fanias advanced, Albuquerque did not try to stop educating his grandchildren off track.

Richield, too, had pleaded many times to the Father King about Rutvias, but Albuquerque had no ear to hear, and the relationship between the King and the Crown Prince was on the way to deterioration day by day.

"It's okay. It's okay, go with your mother."

When Richard tells his son so, he looks to his wife standing behind him. Leena, too, had such a blue face that she couldn't beat her son, tears in her eyes.

"... you... eh"

"It's okay. Go."

As soon as Leena made sure to drag her son out of the room.

"Your Highness!!

Richard lost consciousness and collapsed on the spot.

Fanias now thinks it might have been too late by then.

Albuquerque called the Lion King. Proud and brave, they all looked up to him with dazzling thoughts. Fanias was one of them. I learned and encouraged him obsessively to be his hands and feet. When my father died suddenly, only Albuquerque did not question the power of Fanias in the voice that Fanias was still too young to succeed the Prime Minister. With the voice of his crane, Fanias became a prime minister and eventually came to be recognized for his talent as prime minister from within and outside the country.

But since when? Something started to creep.

Since Richield was slapped with a sheath by Albuquerque?

Since the beginning of Albuquerque's unusual education of his grandchildren?

Or was it then that Rutvias was born?

Anyway, the blemishes got worse without realizing it. And when I realized it, it was no longer hands-on.

- Your Majesty, we surrender.

During the sight, he was quiet.

The war against the Empire began and three seasons have already passed. The kingdom will be burned, the people will flee tired, and the Knights will perish before the end of the fourth season as it is.

"... what did you say, Fanias"

Albuquerque, sitting on the throne, stares down at Fanias. But in its eyes, it's not as sharp as it once was. Her hair grew white, her cheeks peeled and her eyes were engraved with deep wrinkles. In the news of the defeat of his own army, which arrived day after day, under the eyes of Albuquerque, dark bears were ravenous, and his hair disturbed by blush. No one calls him the Lion King, as if he were a ghost. People who know he was called that are also no longer a minority. People defame and fear 'tyrants' and 'dictators' in the shadows about Albuquerque.

Fanias advanced before his master and made the same advance as earlier.

"Surrender to the Empire."

The news came in that the major fortifications close to the Wang capital had fallen. There is no more art to defend the King's capital. In 10 days, this historic royal palace will be stepped into the army of the Empire and the Ludo Saxony will perish.

"... this moron... Huh!

Albuquerque kicked his kneeling fanias shoulder down with all his might as he stood up with his eyes running blood.

From the top where the throne is placed, Fanias rolls down. My lips cleared and the rusty taste spread inside.

Richield, who sat one step lower than the throne, rises from the chair of Prince Wang.

"Fanias!"

Pushing his son away trying to rush over to the Chancellor, Albuquerque kicks up Fanias again, who is falling.

"Surrender!? You want me to bow my head to the Empire!?

"... the Empire will no longer respond to harmony! There is only one way for our country to survive: to surrender to the Empire and be respectful!

While holding down his painful abdomen, still Fanias advanced to Albuquerque. However, that voice did not appear to have reached Albuquerque. Albuquerque pulls his favorite long sword out of his sheath, which he was raising on his hips, and approaches Fanias.

"How dare you! Son, how dare you do what you adore...!

Fanias meditated on his eyes.

-... I still can't...

No one can reach the old Albuquerque anymore. Until now, there have been many who have complained of anti-war and truce. Most of them, however, were hand-held by Albuquerque, otherwise connected to the dungeon. Fanias' sister's husband, who was Richard's chief secretary, also advanced the truce that it was a reckless battle and was slashed shortly after stopping in front of Fanias. I've managed to convince Albuquerque, but in the end, I couldn't do anything until this day.

-... what is a prime minister...

I can't stop my lord from rambling, and I will destroy my country.

I think I heard the angry voice of my winning wife, and Fanias distorted her lips to mockery herself.

'So you should have run away to the palace quickly!

There were repeated letters from his wife, who was in the outhouse, asking him if he should evacuate his daughter and sister, parents and children, to the outhouse. The outhouse is opposite the Empire across the Wang capital. It would also be possible to flee across the border if you had to. But Richard and the others, before the main royalty remained in the king's capital, Fanias could not evacuate only his own kin.

-... sorry...

About the last time, I should have listened to my wife.

My daughter who has left it at the mansion, and what happens to my sister and nephew Aurio. That's all I have left.

"Father... Your Majesty!

Richield slipped between King Father and Fanias, who lay the sword.

"Get out of there, Richard!

"... Your Highness!

What a danger to do. Marcelio tried to pull Richard's arm back, but Richard didn't even look back and shook Fanias' hand off rampantly.

"If we slay Marcelio, we cannot tolerate slander from the surrounding countries! May His Majesty say that slaying that famous prime minister is an old thing too!?

Fanias takes his breath in a sharp tone that is always far from mild Richard.

As a tutor, I've already met Richard for twenty-five years. The young prince, who was spreading the map over the sleeping table and overlooking the kingdom ruled by his father, grew up enough to shelter Fanias on its back.

"Richield, you...!

"Do not kill Fanias… Marcelio, Your Majesty. This is the man this country needs. You must not kill."

"... and take up your position... and let the Mansion, come, and be discreet..."

Behind Richard, one of the ministers knelt. Then one after the other, those in key positions who had been silent until now, kneel begging for Fanias' life.

In the end, Fanias was to be replaced and placed under house arrest in his own residence. Though I picked up my life thanks to Richard, I wonder when Albuquerque might change his mind again, and the Empire might attack me. Fanias, who had secretly prepared the calculations for letting his daughters escape, unexpectedly marked the end of his life under house arrest in two days.

Fanias, who was summoned to Richard, was passed through during the sight of the royal palace. Open the door and stop at the sight.

That back, familiar to the marble floor, was sinking all over the blood. Richard sits alone on the throne with his bloody wet hands on his forehead.

"... His Royal Highness Richard..."

"... no. Not" Your Highness. "

Richard showed him his left hand, which was falling in the shadow of the throne's handrail, raised.

What was grabbed in that hand...

"... I am the king"

Richield's cheeks, raised in his face, were dirty with returning blood and tears.

Fanias, who was once again entrusted by Richard with the post of Chancellor, showed his surrender to the Empire, his deference and his dedication to the reconstruction of the country.

It was a sin. - From the fact that the lion is dead, to the sin of continuing to turn away.

Albuquerque was no longer the lion king that Fanias admired.

He's old.

He renounced restraint, abandoned his duty, and one day he was no longer king. The lion died uninhabited.

Fanias couldn't admit it. I didn't want to admit it.

Because of this, he sacrificed many lives and made Richard commit the great sin of killing his real father.

"It's the same crime. Me too."

Years after the end of the war, Richard said in front of Leena's brand new grave.

"It's not just about the war. And the way I struck Rutvias... as my son... as Prince Wang, I was the one who had to stop him, and he said, 'Tomorrow may wake me up,' and 'Tomorrow is...'"

The wind blows and the little rice flowers shake.

The black coats of Fanias and Richard were also abruptly bulky and noisy.

"... but when I saw my father trying to kill you, I woke up. 'Oh, not anymore,' he said.... My father... used to tell me to be like you... and I'm sure he wanted a son like you.... I was so annoyed that I had a bad attitude towards you. I'm sorry, sir."

Though Richard says so, Fanias didn't know when it was. When I was a tutor, Richard was honest and honest, because he was always a good student.

"When I waved my sword up to you… my father finally realized that he was no longer my father.... finally. Hunt Rutvias down so much... at the expense of so many lives... and that's what I kept making fatal mistakes as an exchange man"

In small footsteps, Fanias and Richard looked back.

A future queen, knitted with three chestnut hair and lowered from her shoulders, walks this way through cobblestones fighting a long, heavy mourning hem.

"... Miss Adeline is very tall."

"Yep. Rapidly these days"

"That kid must be getting bigger too..."

Richield's eyes gently clasped as if he had found a distant only son.

"Father."

"... Come Adeline"

If you spread your arms, Adeline stops with a slightly surprised look.

"... I'm embarrassed..."

"Don't say that."

Fanias said, Adeline was now hugged up by a lot of people. With a face that doesn't even look like it.

Stick tight from time to time, I've never done this in public, but I wouldn't mind occasionally. Here, besides Richard, there are only tombstones and flowers lined up.

By the slender, loving weight, Fanias realizes that she will not be able to hold her daughter far away. When did you get so big when you thought you were still a baby?

"If the baby you were born with is a woman, let Rutvias marry you"

I thought I heard a distant day.

Strong, noble, admired. Keep following as the boy's day heart, and lost light.

"My daughter would be a good queen."

That was the remnants of the light.

Fanias lived to live in the remnants.

Make my daughter queen.

It's not just a queen. To a good queen, to a queen who keeps her name in the heart and history of men.

"... father. painful..."

"... sorry"

Apologized, but Fanias did not loosen the power of the arm holding his daughter.

"I think you called my daughter for tea."

As he handed over the report, Fanias waved the subject to his younger master.

"Yeah. I kind of took your daughter."

"I don't mind that."

Richard is smiling and in a good mood.

"You see Rutvias and Miss Adeline riding Shiva. You two look like some kind of real lovers..."

"... if you do anything extra, the horse will kick you"

"Oh, when I get in the way of love... so I say.... Can't you even support me? You think they're gonna kick your ass?

"… you tend to forget that His Royal Highness Rutvias has grown up"

Whether it's for support or against, there's a puberty child - and a man can't possibly prefer - to have his parents pry all sorts of ways into getting along with his lover.

-... Well, it's a much slower adolescence to call it puberty...

But if Rutvias is finally stepping on that kind of growth process, I'd be happy to. Lately Rutvias has been visibly calming down. Maybe it's the action of having Adeline next door.

Adeline also began to look much brighter because of her involvement with Rutvias.

If the fact that you two are together is leading to each other's preferred growth, it's a delightful miscalculation.

-... nevertheless...

I also know Richard would be happy with his son's growth, but Fanias was worried if he spoke poorly and the parent-child relationship didn't break down.

Richard keeps his torso on his desk.

"'Cause... when I get back, my back is covered, and I'm behaving differently... and I regret I didn't take the time to taste the flair of parenting..."

"... 'Cause'... how many children are you..."

This king was honest, honest and serious from a very young age, and then very natural... no, he's a person with a unique sensation.

Fanias sighed.

Surrender and collect the documents that fell from Richard's hand and return them to where they were.

"If it's flavorful, you can taste it now."

"Huh?"

"There's no way a man talks to his parents during rebellion, is there?

"... I see"

Richard's eyes gleam with joy.

"Rebellion period ah... cute..."

………

Fanias was learning from his own hands-on experience that 'you've grown up' during the rebellion and nothing bothers him more than being able to narrow his eyes to his parents and adults. As it is, there can be cracks in the parent-child relationship between Richard and Rutvias, which is hard to say is even good.

"… Your Majesty. There is a usage, a dose, for everything. Not as much as I would have liked to have liked to have liked to have liked His Highness."

"Uh!?

"Why don't you just think about it when you have a grandson?"

"Grandson!"

Richield teased his fingers of both hands and muttered with an inadvertent face.

"Looking forward to it."

"You're on your left."

On that point, Fanias has no objection either.

In the king's office, the king and the prime minister continued to discuss the gender of their grandchildren for a long time.