Big body hides me completely.
Shortly after, the air moved. Turns out Clifford looked back deliberately.
"Stop. What can I do for you?"
A low, intimidating voice that I have never heard before is emitted behind - in a direction with a door.
The two people who opened the door seemed breathtaking.
"This looks like we were innocent of what we enjoyed. The door was a little open... but no way..."
"I'm sorry. We're going to hit another room."
One of them tried to turn his heel back. But there's another one. I spoke to him.
"- Aren't you the knight of His Highness Octavia's escort?
"Is that it?
So what's up, Clifford makes me laugh in the back of my throat.
"Yes, no..."
"Do you even want to make it a rumor? Did you guys come all the way out here to 'take a closer look at your faces' because you had a client?
"Hey, no. Don't say anything extra. - Guardian's Knight Hall. The joke has passed. It's a story with no extermination. Encounters in places like this are like dreams of each other overnight. … we will soon forget too"
There was a door closing. Footsteps, too, keep away.
Taking that, I tried to take off the hand Clifford was spinning on my stomach.
I know what you mean.
It was all an act. To keep me from being seen and make witnesses think it's one of the common occasions. Clifford was only trying to be careful with himself. Don't pull Clifford's leg, I whimper and make an adult out of it.
If you can use it, leave naturally.
- And yet, for some reason, I was holding onto it so that its hands wouldn't go away.
Grip from the top like a hug. It is known if it was my power. It's hardly deterrent. You could have ignored it.
But Clifford didn't.
…………
…………
Tears fall in Clifford's hands, who silently re-hugged me.
Like a little kid, I missed my human skin?
Why, I'm relieved of the warmth.
Nature, words came out. Even in tears, there was no need to fix it anymore.
"... you hid me crying"
"Because I promised"
Quiet response returns. Just a little bit, sounded kinder than usual.
"... yeah, you did"
Crying doesn't mean I didn't assume anything like this.
"It's also my mess."
"... Unhandy?
"I was interested in them because I opened the door and entered the room."
"You must have just acted in line with your duties."
In the royal castle's own room, not like when I called Clifford.
However, even if we are alone in these rooms, as long as we open the door, we can argue that there is no darkness behind us where we have been witnessed. In fact, even if they came in, me and Clifford were just in the same room.
- If I was, as usual, there was no such thing as an occasion.
"Plus, judgment delayed"
"... that's because I was crying and I was useless"
Until critical, I think Clifford was waiting for my orders.
And yet, this body.
"The Lord is disqualified."
"- No. Your Highness is my chosen 'Lord'."
Silence falls. Who, and Clifford broke it.
"Who - what, made my 'Lord' cry?
"If I tell you, will you kill me?
"If you command, be glad"
Heh heh, and a tearful, complicated laugh.
Maybe we can talk like this because we can't see each other's faces.
"Thank you. I'm so glad. … but I can't."
"Why?
"- 'Cause he's the one you'll never be enemies of."
"Even if you're no match, can you challenge me?
"Did you know you'd lose?
"In battle, you have to fight even if you lose"
"... right. It's not all the battles you can win."
Even if we know it's a losing battle, there are inevitable things.
- Then I'd like to return a blow, even if it's a loss.
I wonder what I'm going to do, challenge him. I guess it pays off with one arrow.
That guy... maybe this way of calling him, too, is no good. Because personal feelings come in and it's evidence that I haven't been able to be objective.
Over my back, Clifford's heartbeat comes through.
It's the sound of life.
Much calmer than I am.
- Objectively, think.
That guy - that young man, he just made the world.
There is a god in this world who is most believed, properly the God of the Sky.
Even to challenge that youth, the youth themselves, intervene in this world or something like that......
... Intervention?
Something's hooked.
So, what's Lust like that young man that exists in this world?
That's not all.
For the first time in a long time, I was supposed to dig up every detail, until I was reborn, a fucking abominable memory.
I talked to that young man, the content of the conversation.
- Because this is the world of the 'King of Purity'. Because it's a BL fantasy world.
I always thought it was normal for a prince to reign over a king and that king to marry the same sex.
Since men do not have children among themselves, it is also possible to inherit the children of their sisters and sisters, inheriting the blood of the royal family. It's a history that can only be called fucking, and it's distorted, but that's what it is.
But yesterday, my father told me something important.
She said there was also a queen.
The fourth queen, the sister of King Us, was disputed by King Us with the wrath of God in the sky.
- The sky god.
The whining leaks. My power to hold Clifford's hand intensified unconsciously.
'I just left an unwritten blank to fill in on me. Properly, by the time you're born, it should be the world of that novel in all its dimensions. I guarantee you that.'
'Even if the process changes slightly, if the results are the same, it shouldn't be a problem, should it? If only it had become an acceptable country for men to fall in love with each other.'
... if the results are the same.
To be, to my knowledge, the world of the 'King of Purity'?
The beginning of a volume. In the royal family of Esphere, my brother Celius, me and Alec were born - and in the Baron Burkes family there is Master Sil. My brother and Master Sil meet, they fall in love, and even if the problem stands, they are blessed.
A one-way romance with the next king's same-sex is acceptable.
What if the Queen's reign in the Esphere was to be denied in order to lay the foundations for it?
A blank in history not written in the novel. What that young man buried.
What if he was doing something?
I'm not that type of person to make this world and then keep an eye on things properly. I don't think I would bother to use wasted effort to intervene for the sake of 'a soul without much'. If you make it, leave it to make.... but.
"I'll keep my word."
But in some way, the trick might be left behind.
For example, that's the wrath of the sky god.
To set the stage. I saw it from that young man, so that mistakes would be corrected.
- Are you still here?
... no certainty, though. Tsuji fits, doesn't it?
This, the history of Esphere, was made by that young man, has nothing to do with the original 'king of virtue'? The original writer, not even what I imagined?
The existing issue of The King of Immortality does not say anything about the marital circumstances of past kings. Simply because even with opposition, it's a country where romance between men is accepted to some extent. Father...... King Enoch also appears as someone with a same-sex marriage, but that's all.
As a reader, it wasn't important because the main story was about the love patterns between Sil and Celius and what happens around them. As I answered that young man.
What if it becomes real?
"I can't make that kind of history without doing it quite impossible and sacrificing something,"
Because it's a story, the part you could have omitted.
To apply to reality, there is a part of this world that that young man complements.
There, apart from the original "King of Purity," perhaps.
The two, mixed together, is this world?
The original Octavia was forced, so I had no choice but to suggest my son to my brother. Then I didn't.
It didn't even feel like it was because there was a past that had been forced on the princesses until then.
For what reason?
The original Octavia and I are here now.
Because I know how the original works unfold. Because the contents of the novel are different from those of Octavia.
I thought it was the difference.
... Didn't you?
In the original, Octavia was a sweet, warm girl, who loved her brother and Sil-like couple. Until then when it comes to character settings like that, but the royal past, which has been connected by adoptions from close relatives, has not drifted away.
What if history was something that wasn't originally thought of in the first place: for generations, a princess is taken a child by a brother who has become king - sometimes until she takes medicines that are burdensome to her mother?
If you're a princess who's lived on such a history, not a memory of her previous life, then your original sister, no matter how sweet she is, shouldn't love her brother. It's not strange for my brother and Master Sil to have complicated feelings. - But I didn't.
History that even if the king had same-sex marriages, he had survived the royal family using the children of his sisters as his next generation of heirs.
... This wasn't the original.
So Octavia in the novel was able to support Celius and Master Sil with dedication.
Bite your lips.
My tears overflowed with remorse for myself.
Again. Like when I was in that space, I missed something I should be aware of again.
Because I don't want to think about it, from my fucking abominable memory, I kept running away.
- Sixteen years later, by now.
If I had faced it properly, it would have come to my mind more quickly.
"Celius becomes king, only bound to Sil Burkes"
I guess my original sister based her proposal to make it Celius when it comes to inheritance issues. But there had to be another way.
A Happy Ending World, for Lord Sil and his brother, based on The King of Immortality.
To apply the story as it is, that young man imagined a world where he was forced to twist and bend the original.
- I did, I wanted, on the street.
The happiness of the two protagonists was natural to me.
I never imagined I would be Octavia.
Even in the world I was born into, it doesn't revolve around me. He said he must be just a little bit of a character with a name.
But I'm in Octavia.
My brother and Master Sil's happiness as originally written and my - Octavia's happiness with the memory of Narcotics - conflict with what's wrong. That kind of structure.
"You, the characters Celius, will be king, tied only to Sil Burkes. You want that, don't you?
"The" King of Immortality "is a tale of two..."
That's when I, reflexively, just answered.
If my prediction is true, after all, I mean that even if I marry and have children, the right ending is for my brother, who became king, to take that child?
This is the same thing, by that young man, even if the history has changed somewhat. One of them.
I'm a pawn, everywhere.
- I'm not kidding.
I'm sure that young man deliberately turned me into Octavia. On top of that, I don't care what happens to me. Like the original, or not.
And I'm expected to finish Octavia's role anyway, just like the original.
I can't change the past anymore. But.
... possibilities, let me show you.
If my brother offers me a convincing answer on the inheritance issue, I wholeheartedly congratulate my brother and Lord Sil on their marriage.
But if not.
Resisting or not resisting.
My brother, even if he loves Master Sil, may choose a different path from the original. I've been deluding myself that I haven't decided yet.
Well, we're not close. Because he's my brother. Because I'm sure you think so.
If I could, I didn't want to be hostile. There's a side to it that I'm sorry it's just a sibling fight.
- Be ready, make up your mind.
For my sake, this is over.
That sisters connect descendants for brothers who have had same-sex marriages.
... because it's the BL world, it's not.
Simply because other humans carry that inconvenient part of the consequences of someone's romance is also different.
Even if I thought it in my heart, I couldn't put it in my mouth in public.
My brother, if he is to reign as king, should marry Master Sil, enact a new law, marry a woman's sideroom, and if he really doesn't like it, he shouldn't reign.
It's not just my brother. Even Father, the king before him.
If I, the princess, make such a statement, the country that has been made up of it can sway from its roots. But depending on how my brother comes out, I say. Even if the result is a dispute.
I don't say beautiful things. It's an action for me because I'm a party.
If what I answered cheaply to that young man had begun, it was my responsibility to end it, too.
No matter how things fall, at least, until the generation after me, don't go on.
It was too late to realize... even now.
- What you do is the same. First, finding a lover (in disguise). That's the first step toward finding a viable path.
Then - let's revisit the past history of the royal family. Maybe I have a tip.
Yes. My brother has forgotten, what about my childhood memories?
Because of what that young man left behind?
Is that, Sky God? Or something else, someone?
The first thing I can think of is that youth-like, Lust Byrne.
Still, when I think of that face, my whole body scares me and realizes.
But again, I have to talk to Lust.
Now, don't mess with it. We have to figure out who Lust is.
Thoughts are backwards, bodies tremble.
- For that, put a keri on your mind.
I let go of Clifford's hand, which I was gripping.
That signaled. A remote Clifford falls back.
Removing the golden mask, I turned to him with my head down.
"As Lord, I command you."
"- Yes."
"I won't tell you why. I don't cry. I'm going to cry so badly, lend me your breasts, Clifford."
Clifford looked up.
I wonder what's floating in my dark blue eyes. Confused? Confused?
I've already shown enough disrespect, so I understand you're not giving me orders. I look up to Clifford in grandeur with a crying face.
The time I was looking up, I felt long.
…………
Clifford smiled a small smile all the time.
"Go ahead, Your Highness."
Both hands can be spread towards me.
I held Clifford in momentum and I cried out as much as I wanted there.
If you wash away what you pushed in sixteen years ago with little tears, you will not escape. But, I guess, I couldn't cry alone.... Clifford would be a good nuisance.
Clifford's hand, which had made me like it, fumbled on my head.
I get stroked and react with Pickle. Because of that, my hands quickly broke off.
- Clumsy, unfamiliar gestures.
Shaking, in the carriage.
Is this... about that dream on the way to the semi?
View Clifford's face. Clifford was looking at his right hand. I can turn my gaze on you immediately.
"... I'm sorry. Extra things."
"No. You don't. Just a little surprised."
Face down again.
Even then, was it Clifford? That's what I couldn't ask.
On my head, which kept crying, after a while, Clifford hesitated to put his hand down. stroke with some clumsy hand. Now I didn't react weirdly either. I didn't like it when I reacted and Clifford stopped stroking me.
How long has it been? I'm sure the makeup you got fixed up is a mess and your eyes are bright red, right? But - at one point, I felt like I was okay.
- Even if I meet Lust, I'm not afraid to notice.
Return Clifford's chest, which he owes him.
I got embarrassed and put on the golden mask I removed to cry.
Sixteen years, for what I was accumulating.
I cried so much, I pity myself, I run away, I'm done. The divergence was possible.
Not energetic, but positive!
But I declared to Clifford that if I made the escape route, it was going to run away like when I sealed my fucking abominable memories.
"I will not cry any more until I have fulfilled my purpose. Clifford. Remember that too."
Let it cry next time.
Yeah. After I cried so hard, I wouldn't dress up.
"- Ha. My 'Lord'. And."
To Clifford I answered, naturally, as always, I could laugh.