Allie doubted her sanity for the umpteenth time, but out the window, "The Crown Prince! The voice shouted, "I'm not going to let you go!
＜I didn't expect this, of course.
Allie closed her eyes thoughtfully. Behind his eyelids, the image of Maximilian from a bygone era comes to mind.
He was a bit of a nervous character, preferring to read books rather than hold a sword, and had a tall, slender figure that sprawled out.
Her silver hair stretches to her back, and her violet eyes stand out, her face is perfectly formed. His delicate beauty was just like the angel in a religious painting.
''Allie, it's okay. Brother Maximilian is a good man, so don't worry about him.
Allie suddenly opened her eyes and made eye contact with Stila, who was looking up at her from below.
''Master Stila, have you ever met the Crown Prince?
Yeah. I think it was two years ago, my brother came to see me secretly before he went to the mountains. He's a very hotheaded person, but he's also very generous and kind.
＜Mountain hopping? Hot and bothered? Loud and gentle? >
Allie cocked her head at the number of words that didn't seem to roughly describe Maximilian.
Outside the window, the horse is gone. Apparently, the horse ridden by Maximilian has arrived.
Allie glanced out the window in a squeaky, oiled-out automaton-like motion. And I couldn't find the person I missed there.
＜Who's that, who's that, who's that, who's that, who's that, who's that, who's that, who's that, who's that, who's that, who's that, who's that! >
Allie gazed at the man who had gotten off his horse with a thud, dragging a number of people with him, with his eyes wide open to the extreme.
Short hair that stands up straight, eyes that are too sharp, puffy pecs, and arms that are too thick. She's wearing a prince-like spangly outfit, but her buttons are going to fly off at any moment.
＜Wait a minute, wait a minute, if you look closely, they look the same, but the artworks are different... until the 9th episode, he was a beautiful young man in a religious painting, but now he looks like the muscular hero from the children's favorite picture story "The Last Supremacy of the Century"... >
Allie staggered. I was about to fall backwards, but Abel, who had come back before I knew it, supported me.
"...Abel, I'm going to ask you from the beginning. That, Abel's magic power can drive her back....?
Abel got Allie back on her feet and made a big batten in front of her chest.
Allie nodded. Surely, that's not going to happen.
The current Maximilian's body is leaking magical power that normally wouldn't leak out.
The aura of magic surrounds even the hotter muscles, making them feel strong enough to detonate anything that gets in their way with a single fingertip. The people trying to hold Maximilian back are either too scared to do so or have completely relented.
"It's Stila, my brother's here! I'm sorry I gave you such a hard time while I was away at the royal palace for a while!
＜Even the voice is so fat, so fat! Seriously, who the hell are you? >
Just as Allie had gotten a different life for the tenth time, apparently Maximilian's was living a completely different life this time around.