I've been busy following the expansion lately, and I don't feel like I've done anything.
Am I useless to Bern? When I heard that, Lizzie told me that I could just be there.
I mean, don't do anything because it won't do you any good. Is there anything wrong with that? No, no, no way.
If this was a fantasy with magic, I would have been banged up, too.
You make ice cream and ice cream and you become a wind cloud child in the sweet world.
... I can't. Even though I couldn't make sweets in my previous life, there's no way I could do it because I was reincarnated.
I can cook, but I hear it's too much of a mess. I only made cookies once a long time ago, but for some reason the fabric was so big that I couldn't get it out of the mold. I don't think I know what you're talking about, but I'm not sure either.
In comparison, Bern will surely be an amazing wizard. Don't lose your country if you make a mistake. Dark Mage! Like.
"Darius surprisingly uses flame systems."
"What are you talking about, you?"
You really feel like you're talking about something, don't you? I know. But honestly, I feel tired and stupid with my head.
"He wants to be a wizard."
"So you fly away?
"No, I'll be a wind cloud child in the sweet world"
He looked so frightened.
"So what? You were running away from a decision with some crap delusion"
Darius became much more faceless. In this way, it is the appearance that, combined with the mysterious shades of appearance, has become a little human.
"No, no, no, I was serious."
It was a dusty underground storeroom, and we sat across from each other. Just like a suspect and an interrogator.
I don't know if it was in this room from the beginning or if Darius brought it in. The wooden chair is not very comfortable to sit in.
Darius asked me to come and find something interesting, and I was told to help draw Bern into the Second Prince if I thought it was odd ~ in a storeroom with nothing there.
If you think about it, his sister is the mother of the second prince, and the second prince will be his nephew. Even in the game, I thought you were as soliciting to the Second Prince as you are now.
But he doesn't talk about the hand, so I totally mistook him for safe.
For now, I refused to help, but it's not so sweet in the world that it is.
Tell Darius he's not going to let me out of this room until he gets a good reply from me.
I mean, I can't get out of here until I make Darius's demands.
I'm not sure if the expression locked up is correct, but Darius is arrayed in front of the door so he can't get out, so let's just say it fits.
A few hours like that. My tummy clockwise time for dinner is already past.
Will someone be looking for me? With Bern, Katerina and Clarissa?
But today Bern, he said he was going outside, and I don't know because Katerina and Clarissa have places that are relentless.
I'm not the type to go back to my room right after school.
No. No one's going to look for me until a few more hours. I didn't know you'd come here and have less friends...
"You're a tough guy, too."
"Really?
"Oh, I thought it was a more fluid one."
Rude. That's ex-Japanese, so it might seem easier to get flushed than you guys.
"I'm not easily flushed, I'm collaborative."
"Things are like that."
Darius laughs as if he was frightened.
That was the laugh as usual, which makes me feel unusual about this situation extra.
I didn't know that this kind of imprisoned princess role was going to come around to me, that there was a lot going on when I was really alive, or from where I was going for a peaceful life, I came a long way.
And I'm free. Too much free time.
I enjoy chatting to Darius, but I've run out of stories already, and most importantly, my butt hurts.
That's right! This chair is too hard! Absolutely hurts Darius too, doesn't it? I wonder why I didn't have a better chair. Did I look so without the guts to be persuaded right away?
"Free. And my butt hurts"
"Then you just have to snort"
"Uh-huh.... Yes, Darius, let's dance!
"Huh?"
"You're gonna grow roots out of your ass and you're gonna be a chair person."
To me avoiding the rattling and the chair in the corner, Darius darkened the color of his vigilance, but was he also disgusted with sitting all the time, cleaning out the chair in the corner as well.
Hehe, you got caught, Darius. It's a shame that you don't like to sit still.
I guess you no longer think I can escape.... Well, I didn't say let's dance with the intention of escaping.
I broke the other person's hip and tried to imitate Bern taking the lead, which is something that works well for the guide.
Avoiding the chair in the corner created enough small space to manage to dance to the center of the room.
"I've been thinking, how can there be a dance class when noble kids can't dance"
"I don't know. But there's going to be more national history, right?"
"Oh well."
Place your left hand on Darius's shoulder and extend your right arm horizontally from your shoulder bending just slightly upwards from your elbow.
"Hey, posture"
Every time I dance, I get cautioned that I have a bad posture. Darius is surprisingly simple.
"You suck, I'll temper you slowly."
"Oodle"
Hold tight, one, two, three and a relaxed rhythm mutually. We began to dance. It's a slow waltz like Moon River or the music there goes with it.
The space is narrow, so there will be more breaking turns. If I saw how we were going around with the circle from above, it might be a bit like the automatic vacuum cleaner movement.
"Darius got along with me for this?
"... right. You were Brunsmeyer's only weakness, so I figured it wouldn't hurt to stay close."
"You've been thinking about something difficult for Darius."
I'm an ambitious man.
Right, left, right. We keep talking without seeing each other's faces as we keep taking steps with the left, right, left.
We were going to get along, but this was the first time I'd ever talked to Darius about the house.
"I didn't mean to use these means at first. It's not a good idea to piss Brunsmeyer off by doing something rough."
"Something like that, I'm trapped right now."
"Right. Maybe he was underestimating a guy named Aloise."
"Why Aloise?
"Lyla treats people well or the air, but that's all. In my opinion, it is Aloys who is working behind it. Just like I do a lot for the house."
"Heh."
"I don't end up here. Be sure to make the Second Prince king and show him up."
……
Left, right, left, turn.
"So you just have to say one word to Brunsmeyer. Reetbelf said he was a second prince."
"What if I told you I wouldn't tell you?
"Whatever you do, you tell me. You are Brunsmeyer's special. They won't let you go down there."
It wasn't a shock that Darius didn't have a pure friendship with me. I feel lonely, but I don't think I have a choice.
'Cause Darius always did everything in his power to accompany the prank, and now there's no sign he'd do anything but lock up and chat instead of a strong statement.
Well, you're fifteen years old, by the way! It's your boy! I don't have the stubbornness of being fifteen.
"When I heard that Lyla had made it to Her Royal Highness, I thought she had."
What a nostalgic expression to take in. That's what they said when I first met Katerina, too.
"I went out of my way to help you, and I tried to destroy myself, but it didn't work."
What were you doing helping His Royal Highness and Lyla meet? This guy. Were you watching from the shade of the grass leaves? Oh, do you only use grass leaf shade for dead people?
I thought your highness and Lyla would get along at a fast pace.
"Hmm. That was tough, huh!
I stepped on my feet as much as I could. That's all I can do now, Katerina, but I've kept my revenge!
"What!?... right? So tell Brunsmeyer to spare me your friendship and sympathy. Your father won't be interested either way."
"And I don't know about this... Ugh!
I glance at Darius, who says sorry for stepping on his feet with a firm face. I tried to step back on him, but he messed me up so well that I felt like I was alone. Nice!
"You know, Darius. Don't be such a hassle. Talk to Bern directly."
"So why don't you help me?
"Just give me some ice cream."
"I don't know! What the hell is that?
He's unusable.
"I mean, I already did"
"What? Shaken once? Ah, poor thing."
"Shall I spread the word that you smoked too much nectar of flowers and broke your stomach?
"Huh? I don't think Darius would be crazy for smoking that much and breaking his stomach either"
The nectar of the flowers is slightly sweet, and even though it's not amazing delicious, it won't stop once you smoke it.
Leave that alone.
Really? Was Darius soliciting to Bern once? That's why he said no brilliantly.
That's why I didn't come by when I was with Bern. Sauce.
"You know, Darius"
"What the fuck?"
"I'm timid, so I don't want to hate anyone if I can, and I don't want anyone to hate me. But I can't help. I'm sorry."
The hold was unraveled softly and the dance ended quietly.
Darius looked like he had no choice but to be in trouble.
"But I'll introduce you to Bern as a friend, and then do your best"
I like Darius. As a friend, of course, but whatever thoughts he had. Not even the time we spent would be a lie. Besides, he's an idiot who politely talks about his situation.
You don't have to worry. This time Darius' proposal will be accepted by Bern. Because the Back Student Union...
Baki! The door opened with a rough noise.
It was time for us to raise our voice to the figure of Bern, who appeared by probably destroying the door.
"" Ah. "
"Did we talk about it?
Oh, lie, the door was closed. I mean, you look flat, but you destroyed it...? Oh, wow.
"Oh, wow."
Darius is a little flattered to say the same thing.
"Wow! Thank you, Darius! We've been stuck in trouble."
I tried to represent the joy of survival by jumping pimp, but it sounds so stupid. Or maybe I should have stopped...
"Yes."
"This, Darius. My friends."
So I hope you're not mad at me.
Bern has a smile for the outside world, so I don't know, but this is the biggest aid I can give Darius. Come on, Darius! I'm sure it won't be bad!
"Lizzie, I need to talk to this guy, so I'm gonna rendezvous with Ionias or Helena in the club room right away. I'll be right there. Never stop by. Like."
"Wow, okay."
Answer whenever you feel comfortable with Bern, who is in strong shape.
Um, I kind of have a bad feeling about it. Could things have moved again without my knowledge?
In the meantime, I heard a low voice crawling through the land of Bern in my ear, sagging out of the room.
"Don't piss me off too much, Werner.... I'll have your extra action dropped."
Goodbye, Darius. He was a good guy... I'll serve you wild strawberries every year before the grave.
But why is Bern so angry?
Running away whether I was extra... distracted and out of the mysterious storage in the basement, I headed right to the back student club room, as I was told.
There were plenty of members there, and there was some sort of bitter air standing in.
"Already! Where have you been!
"Hey, no, hey."
Katerina, who rarely stopped by for a small run, looked a little rushed.
Could it be, worry...!
"I'm in a lot of trouble. Just relax and listen to me."
"Hmm!?