I Am a Princess Responsible For Settling Circumstances

- I dream of killing my sister.

My sister in that dream is not the owner of silver hair and gentle watery eyes.

The colour of the hair, even with the same silver hair, is different and dark. The color of her eyes, too, is blue.

However, I consider the person my sister.

She was the queen.

And I will kill the queen.

Myself - who was supposed to have been fatally injured by her brother - laughed faintly, even as she lost the lightning of her life. "Well done," he put his hand on his brother's cheek as if it were a substitute for that word.

… that's the end of the day.

My hand slips off without force.

"Sister..."

I shake the cold, itchy carcass. No more responses from my sister.

"Sister!

Because of me, the dark shade of silver hair I was getting the crown just messes up.

'Why not......! Why me?'

Keep shaking. It's a meaningless act, but doing so is as if you believe that the lives you take will be resurrected.

But miracles don't happen.

- Whenever.

'... Huh!

Embrace the carcass and bury your face in your hair.

'- Congratulations. Your Highness. No, Your Majesty'

To myself like that, there was a man to talk to.

The figure of the man is painted red, which tells the story of the number of human beings who cut him off by the time he got here.

But that was the same for me. Blue monochromatic - painted on my sister's spilled blood, as if to tarnish the room she loved most.

"... I will not be king."

Do you intend to make your wish unobstructed?

When he glanced, the man lowered his bloody sword and was turning to himself to worship.

'... don't'

'We are delighted at the birth of the new king. - His Majesty King Us'

'... shut up, Alderton!

- King Us. In the same name as the great king once was, the dream self was called.

"Delighted? What, congratulations"

I threw myself up.

"Kill my sister, what...!

Congratulations.

'That is why you must take responsibility for it. This kingdom, disturbed by the reign of the queen, thou shalt be the next king.'

Make it right.

'Such things......!

Bite down your back teeth.

I know my sister's wishes. My sister was a queen until the end. I loved my country, my people.

- But.

From the bottom of my belly, I felt something more black crawling up.

How can I love this country?

This is me. I was a neglected prince.

The only thing that made me kill my sister that was salvation, the country.

- Stupid.

I look down at my sister's, bloodless body, which is in my arms.

A drop of blood Shizuku was on its face, which turned white.

If I don't wipe it off, I think. Wipe with your finger belly. I should have wiped it - the blood spread to my sister's face more and more. Because it was my hands I wiped that were stained with blood.

My face, it distorts.

- I liked the books. I forgot to sleep and locked myself in the castle library, and my sister used to piss me off.

I learned from the book, I had a dream story and an ideal to be laughed at. People can understand each other in discussions. We can reconcile.

- I hated fighting and all that. I hated the blood, the color of the blood.

So I also hated my sister's 'obedience'. "Obedience" makes battle a business.

And yet, no, the battle, the blood red, is something familiar to me.

"Sister..."

I wonder how this happened.

I wonder why I had to kill my sister.

A glorious future was supposed to be spreading.

I descend under my ministry and support my sister, who reigned queen. If my sister loves Esphere, I thought I'd support her.

- It's easy to imagine.

To myself, who reigned as King Us, the appearance of a surprising people.

At my sister's reign ceremony, the people were cheering and voicing joy. The exact same people, with that mouth that praised the queen, returned their hands.

It's like saying I was against the Queen from the beginning.

We didn't commit a recession - we betrayed and even cornered the exchangers who loved us the most. Fanned, danced - stayed dancing.

How much love you have given to a fool, he is a fool. I never notice. It's impossible to discuss.

Is such a thing worth living forever?

'... you just have to'

Words spouted with overflowing emotions were plundering.

Esphere, etc., you just have to perish.

No, I got it.

- I'll destroy you.

Always.

Put your hands on your forehead and shake your head many times.

Alexis glanced at the dreams he had repeatedly seen.

But this was the first time I had ever dreamed of it as a daydream.

Terrible, I feel bad. After seeing this, I always feel thirsty asexually.

He reached for the water drain, forgot his demeanor, and drank water from the pouring mouth as it was. Water moisturizes your thirst - just a little bit, captures the illusion that your thirst has subsided. Thirst is not satisfied with water.

Wipe your mouth with the other back of your hand while holding the water drain.

"Sister..."

When I realized, like my dream self, Alexis was calling my sister.

If you look at Octavia, the sister princess, this thirst disappears.

My dream self killed my sister. In that post-dream world, nowhere exists.

In reality, Alexis' sister is alive. It exists.

This is my thirst for loss, dragged by my dream self.

- How could you dream like this?

Bewildered at first.

- I never thought I'd hurt my sister.

The fact that I was in my dreams, apparently that 'King Us', only reinforced my confusion.

The content was also uncomfortable. If you believe in dreams, that is the moment of the birth of 'King Us'.

Kill your sister, the queen, and you will be king. On the spot, there is a man called Alderton.... was a clever mix of facts and falsehoods.

- In actual history, King Us inherited the throne from his father. And that's the side that was raised by the Earl of Alderton.

Count Alderton is a nobleman of martial arts. Even though he was young and dissatisfied with King Us, who did not reign as the new king, he took his weapon from the clash of opinions and pressed him to leave.

Bees end up failing.

King Us showed tolerance and kept the Count away from the centre, but did not take his life.

He continues to be present as a Count - in modern times, he puts out the knight of the Octavian escort. Clifford Alderton.

To bitterness, Alexis rambled the watering. Pottery screams.

- Dreams and facts are, like, different.

Most importantly, Esphere is not doomed. Rather, it continues to thrive because it has passed through King Us.

Even so, King Us of Dreams hated the country.

If dreams were truer.

- It's odd that Esphere hasn't perished.

Isn't reality the other way around?

The recorded statue of King Us is the King himself who lived for his country. Politics tells that story, too.

So it's hard to say that dreams are the truth.

Even if the pieces of dreams, as if I were King Us, are badly vivid.

King Us and Alexis of dreams had something in common.

The sister of dreams and Octavia, for themselves, that their existence is very similar.

King Us of dreams was also a floating man in the royal family.

The only thing I could call my sister was my family. And yet, with my own hands...

"- I will not be like King Us"

I whine like I tell myself.

The dream self - like that King Us, the failure to lose my sister.

- My thirst doesn't subside.

We must do our duty and return to the royal castle.

Alexis approached the inn's private window. By appointment, it will be a camp starting tomorrow. That was what Alexis said to get to the destination early.

Destination - Tahen.

I've visited it in my dreams. As King Us, he went to Tahen, which became the land of fierce warfare. Settlement was not achieved, and an agreement was reached and an armistice ceased with Kangina.

Even this fragment of a dream, it was never for Esphere that King Us fought. That feeling wasn't as good as dew.

- To kill my sister's 'obedience'.

Of course, Alexis is going to Tahen for different reasons.

"Go to Tarhen for inspection. Report what you saw with your eyes and ears. Alesics'

"Not on my brother, but me?

"Too conspicuous in Celius"

"But Father... Your Majesty"

"It's good for Octavia that you go."

'- I will accept your confidentiality. Sire'

For the first time, my father commanded Alexis to take great responsibility for himself.

Glad to hear it. I want to live up to expectations. All the more so if it's for my sister. If we achieve results - the eyes my father turns to himself, too, could change.

But this is what I whisper when I am impressed by King Us' dream.

What other intentions does the Father King have? and.

You should have refused, maybe it was. I have left the castle and my anxiety is enlarged.

The stars were shining in the night sky looking out the window that leaned against them.

The sight is dreamed of as a false night sky coloured with a blue interior.

Alexis closed his eyes.

"... anxious because my sister is in Paradise in the Sky"

Octavia should be in attendance at the semiball at this hour.

The venue is Paradise in the Sky.

There is no better place for a nobleman to hold a semi ball. Attentive, too.

If my sister decides to attend, there is no clear reason to stop. Without the confidentiality, I wanted to escort Octavia myself. I'm not just a child protected by my sister anymore. It's your turn to protect yourself.

- Even if I'm wrong, don't let Octavia get near you over there.

Only once, we walked into that room together.

It was enough for once. Just over there, I feel bad.

If you have that ahead of you as you dreamed - I don't want to go. I don't want Octavia to go either.

I know my dreams are just making me think so.

Even if nothing happens, I'm stuck in the inn.

The door was knocked, and Alexis opened his eyes.

"Who?"

Who does what?

"It's Randall."

The voice, indeed, belonged to Randall, the knight he pulled up. There is no unnatural disturbance in the way you talk. After judging that far, Alexis gave permission.

"Get in."

"- Excuse me. I'm here to report."

"Talk."

Close the door and Randall speaks out.

"I don't see any suspicious moves by the people His Majesty has chosen. I saw His Highness, and a few of the people in the mood stayed in this inn, but they ruled me out."

"An uncanny idea is - do you know I'm a prince?

Randall clouds the words.

"No...... There was no leak in your identity as the Second Prince."

"Okay. Enough."

Abominably, I understand that my appearance, which is still in my juvenile years, is favored by certain men. I've had enough trouble sorting my men.

If you want to be close, don't turn a sexual eye on yourself, and be good. Randall had fulfilled these two conditions. - Civilian exit, that was the problem.

Still, prioritizing the two above, which attach importance to identity, only a large number makes it easier for civilians to remain human resources.

Alexis is basically not weighing in on civilians.

Not because I was educated as a royal. Even in the same royal family, his brother Celius thinks differently about civilians. My father, King, who married Edgar, probably did, too.

- And Octavia. Sometimes I feel like I want to be more involved with civilians... and feel cramped about who I am.

Why am I the only one like this?

I was aware that it was the influence of my dreams.

- King Us even hated the people. It is civilians who make up the majority of the people. It was also a group of civilians who were easily fanned and danced brilliantly. In that way, we conveniently forget our deeds.

How can I trust you? Mercy.

Do fools need rights or something? - It's not necessary.

There are exceptions for civilians, too? I know that. On top of that, Alexis' fundamental idea never covered. Exceptions are only treated as exceptions.

"Your Highness Alexis, can we remain vigilant?

"Keep going."

"Ha"

Randall, who pulled his jaw, withdrew once and for all. Randall never gives a mouthful of questions he shouldn't ask.

Why is the prince suspicious of the men whom the king put in the service of the second prince, etc.?

What are you afraid of when you say there is a mixture of the king's trustworthy?

- I thought your father might be trying to kill me.

Answer in a room with no one but Alexis, in a whispering volume that only you can hear.

- In my dreams, King Us is me. So I can't see the look on that face.

But at one point Alexis, in his dream, saw King Us in a seared broken mirror.

Blonde, amber eyes. Neither Alexis, nor my father King, nor Celius or Octavia.

It's just - I had a sense of ready-to-see in the light that lives in my eyes. The doubts remained unresolved, and it was time for dinner. At that time, like my father's indifference, I was annoyed.

That is grossly similar to the way my father King looked at himself several times. Not always. My father is not interested in Alexis. So a few of those times, it was unnecessarily engraved in my mind. It's as if something my father hid deep, something he missed sinking, had surfaced -

"Hate."

I didn't know. I know how I was born.

Is it because it was an unwanted birth? Is it enough to be hated?

"But, Father,"

Turn to the Father King, who is not here, and call.

"Then - shouldn't my real mother, too, hate"

If both mother and child were hated, Alexis would have been convinced too.

... It was different.

The Father King, at least, does not hate his mother for having a one-night relationship. The look on my father's face seemed to me to think of Alexis' real mother as a victim.

Alexis never met his real mother. However, I have seen that before. I've heard voices. This is unknown to anyone.

'Your Majesty. Forgive me for profaning your eyes. My appearance would be unpleasant. "

"- It's not uncomfortable or anything.... I'm sorry I didn't notice that night. I have to apologize. '

When I heard my real mother was going to climb inside, I left the room, and the two people I had stolen from, the words exchanged.

There was no such thing as a dangerous atmosphere. My real parents didn't get along badly.

I couldn't be happy with Alexis that he should be happy.

If my mother is accepted by my father - why am I neglected? To the point of being hated.

The energy to keep listening had been lost.

"- In front of the grave of... may I...?

'That's - Yikes. To Edgar......'

He blocked his ears to a conversation that sounded cut off, turned his back on his parents, and fled to the Great Corridor.

Because the Great Corridor was my favorite place. - I am.

King Us, the dreamer, was spitting.

'Alec, I knew you were here. The knight of your escort was looking for you. "

As he scaffolded the decorative pattern and climbed onto one of the columns of the great corridor, shrinking his body with an intermediate crease, he heard a voice from the bottom. With Alexis, whose body has grown and turned fourteen, this is a place where we can no longer hide. I could because I was more of a child than I am now.

"Ah yeah...?

Peeping in, my favorite sister - Octavia was looking up at this one.

"Shall we go back to your room?

'No...'

It was Octavia I found, so I wasted a lot of time then.

My sister looked in trouble. But that was a flash, too.

"Then who's going back to my room?

"Sister's...?

'That's right. Talk to me, I'm going to sleep on the bed with you tonight. Isn't that a good idea? - Come on down, Alec.'

"... yeah"

To my sister's suggestion, move on. But I made an unusual mistake. Wrong scaffold, though it was mostly down, it fell.

It wasn't the feel of a hard, cold stone floor that took Alexis.

I was on something soft and warm. I was laying my sister down. Hilarious.

"Ah, sister up?

Octavia laughed as she woke up her upper body.

'I'm surprised. I'm glad I made it. Are you okay, Alec?

I was relieved that I could only snort.

'Don't look like that. I'll be fine, okay?

'I'm sorry......'

"Alec......?

"Sister... Wouldn't you like to embarrass me?

I stayed down. Reminds me of my father's hateful glance. My dream self - what King Us held in his kingdom, homogeneous.

'Alec is smart, but you're an idiot in a weird place. There's no way I hate Alec. My dear brother.... only Alec'

I care about the last word added and look up. But Octavia, who saw in horror, had a gentle grin. I can stroke my head.

I found my face crooked.

'Me too, my sister is important. There's nothing to be irritated about. It's important, my sister.'

Even if my father hated me, there was Octavia who amazingly normally loved me.

- King Us dreams of killing his sister.

The same mistakes you made in your dreams, don't repeat.

At the end, King Us prioritized and fulfilled his sister's wishes, not his own.

- And she rejected King Us' desire to live.

To entrust the country to my brother. I didn't want that, my brother didn't want it.

King Us should have let his wishes pass.

If you close your eyes, a beautiful blue comes to mind with pain, out of place from a tragedy.

In a dream, the stage was now called 'Paradise in the Sky', a building that is leaving the hands of the royal family. in the outhouse that the Royal Esphere once had.

- Really, 'between the skies'.