Before I gave him permission, my brother didn't stop. Syl-sama stood in front of Clifford's cell as he slowly stepped forward.
... I don't know. When I was rambling - like when I was fighting Clifford with my sword?
The face of Clifford and Syl-sama's brother facing each other with the iron lattice between them was slightly distorted. Although I tried not to get emotions, it seems that it has oozed out.
Syl-sama has a hard face that feels different from nervousness, and Clifford has no expression...
--Ah, let it go.
"These two..."
Suddenly, I thought:
Somehow she looks alike...? "
It was mainly because of Master Sill. Normally, the expressive sill-like emotions are not on the surface at all, and such sill-like and Clifford are at a distance that can be compared in a calm situation.
Rather than a facial appearance, do you have a look of sincerity?
Or are you both... [obedient], so there's something I can tell you?
"If I were to say that you two are brothers now, I wouldn't believe it..."
"... looks like I can't do it."
Sir-sama's murmur resounded in the dungeon.
Ah... "I lowered my eyebrows and shook my head unfortunately. Then he bowed his head to Clifford.
"After I lost consciousness in the [Empty Room], I thought that if I met with Lord Alderton, I might be able to remember something..."
When I returned to the expressive Syl-sama, I thought that the two were similar, but I felt that it was an illusion.
"... I'm sorry."
Maybe she didn't see Syl-sama with her head down again. There's no one but me right next to the cell.
Clifford, who was expressionless, changed for a moment. It was incredibly unpleasant, and it lived in dark blue eyes.
"-Clifford"
Unexpectedly, he called out his name. Clifford looks at me and returns his words to Master Sill.
"... it's not like Lord Burkes is going to apologize."
"Yes, I'm sorry... no"
After that, Master Sill spun his words and left the cell.
"Alright, that's enough."... let's go. "
My brother prompted Syl-sama to walk out.
But I didn't follow it.
"Brother, just give me a moment."
Looking back, his brother sighed and instructed Hugh.
"Hugh, stay."
The sound of footsteps drifts away.
"I won't act suspiciously." So stay away, Hugh. "
…………
For the time being, Hugh moved. It's about a jailbreak away.
And I got close to the iron lattice.
"Clifford, are you okay?"
“What is it?”
I'm blinded!
But Master Sill's attitude when he apologized was obviously strange!
I think Mr. Sill's psychology is quite normal. Clifford's presence prevented him from becoming a catastrophe. Even if the royal blood was the key, it was unlikely that I would end up in the first place because Clifford responded with Lord Sylvie - he stopped the attack and protected me.
I am grateful and I want to apologize.
Clifford, on the other hand, was unhappy.
"I mean, you..."
And not just unpleasantness.... pain. It was just a moment, but I felt something like grief.
"What do you mean..." The pain I was feeling when I remembered the damn memory, the pain of being dug up?
Of course, I wish I was delusional. "This is the kind of time I'm going to hit..."
Staring at him, Clifford turned away unusually.
"... I've seen something ugly."
That's right, I leaked my words.
"It's not ugly." Clifford, get closer to me. "
Extend your hands through the gap between the iron gratings. I stretched my back and touched Clifford's cheek so he couldn't escape.
Are you sure you're okay?
The reason is that I can't ask, and asking this question may be superfluous. But I want the same thing back to Clifford who hid me from crying.
…………
Clifford nodded firmly as he refocused his gaze on me.
Yes.
This "yes" was real.
Well, that's fine.
Laughing loudly. - Soon after, I stiffened up with Pikeen.
... my hands are still holding Clifford. You're holding your cheeks together with your hands!
I did it with momentum, as in the case of the example...!
Clifford asked, staring into my left hand. Yeah. Clifford's a normal driver!
“When will this injury heal?”
Huh. When Clifford talks, his palms feel...!
He said, "If you apply the medicine properly, it will heal quickly."
"... without much trouble. What is the specific number of days?"
"I don't even know that."
I see.
Are you unhappy?
You think it would be better if it healed quickly. Nah, it's okay.
It was time for me to put my hand down.
"Your Highness"
I wonder what it is.
Does Clifford have anything to say to you?
"Would you mind depositing your right hand with me? ― ― Just in case.
Just in case?
"I can't protect you on your side." I'll take it from there. "
Is this a "Lord" or "Subordinate" story?
I put my right hand into the grating.
Clifford, who was bent over, covered me from Hugh and touched the back of his hand. A slight "symbol" pattern emerged - the luminescence was covered with Clifford's palm from above.
When the hand was released, the "sign" had disappeared.
I wonder if Clifford will be here as soon as anything happens on the day of the inspection. Hmm. Fantasy.
Also, it seems that the "signs" are getting thicker and thicker...?
Your Highness, may I?
And Hugh called out.
"It's been a little longer than that."
So cut it up quickly.
"The next time I see you, it's the day of the inspection." Finally, what can I do for you? What do you want me to prepare and what do you want me to confirm? ”
I want Clifford to be ready for his visit and prove his innocence!
Just say whatever you want.
“No, I don't.”
Answer quickly! But when you say that, it's the human mind that wants to extract something!
"Any questions? You can ask me anything?"
Oh. I think there's been a bit of a reaction.
"...... but......"
What is it?
"It seems that the leecheran flowers are decorated in your hair..."
This? I did my hair on decoration.
"I asked Master Edgar to decorate it for me." It seems that luck comes when a man decorates his hair with fresh flowers from his hand.... you encouraged me, didn't you? "
Did Clifford know about the good fortune?
No, more than that, you're going to bother to ask me--
Is that weird?
It's kind of hard for Clifford to think that the princess has a consciousness about fresh flowers, and it doesn't match the dress? At some point, the hair decorations were devastatingly out of place? The worst part is that I was just in a good mood, and neither Sasha nor my brother could tell the truth!
“That's not true. It looks good on you.”
I was relieved for a while.
Clifford's mouth continued to leak words.
"... just..."
... just?
Clifford looked confused as he asked.
I'm frowning a bit... but not for me, but for myself?
-His Royal Highness Octavia.
Called and turned around, Hugh shook his head, probably in the sense of "no more."
Is it difficult to extend the visiting hours further?
I'm coming.