Jen glanced at the tacket, which had stuck without much surprise, and then suddenly blew it out and broke his face.
"I'm kidding. I'm just saying. Don't look like that."
"... hah"
Tacket exhales deeply. For a moment, I thought I'd really stop breathing.
After a brief smile, Jen finally disappears from his face.
"I don't have good eyes, but I know what I'm thinking about in the other person's mood."
Then he stared straight at the tacket with his Moss Green eyes.
"You'd be as confused as you can be right now. Besides, I've been to your office for a while. I know how close you are."
If I didn't know, I wanted to complain to myself why I said such a thing, but I've been a detective and a magic poacher for a long time, so I'm good at exploring people's true feelings from the expression and tone.
That's why I understood. Jen's tone wasn't a complete joke.
Still, Jen pulled the words out of himself while Taketo was looking for the words to say no. I was forced to do it because of my different identities. I realized that it was difficult to refuse even if I wanted to, and laughed at it as a joke.
Thank you for that.
"... I'm sorry."
I'm sorry, it meant a lot.
Hey, Taketo.
"Yes"
"I have a favor to ask. Not an order, please."
"If there's anything I can do..."
When Jen woke up, he leaned against him like a pillow on his back.
Taketo was scared of what to do if he told me to be his mistress, but Jen's eyes smiled softly as if he was even seeing through his anxiety about such a taket.
"Will you be my friend?"
"... to...?
All of a sudden, the tacket rounds its eyes.
"I can't help it... because what I've done is what I've done. I haven't had a friend in a long time. No one can believe it. I'm always afraid of being betrayed. I can barely forgive Valvara or a few people, but that's a little different from being a friend. That's why I've been giving up that I can't be friends.... a bait. Until I met you."
So Jen took a nice breath and said that he could finally say what he had wanted to say for many years.
"Taketo, I want to be friends with you. At least."
"Hold on a second. If you're going to be a friend, then what have you been up to now?
"Eh? Um... mmm. Do you know anyone? So, a useful civilian who's good at making documents?
Jen's eyes, which are always acquainted with the calm colors of Taketo's questions, change color with confusion. Jen looked strange in such a hurry, and the tacket burst out laughing.
"I'm sorry, what? I was the only one who thought I was your friend."
Huh?
Looking at Pocahontas and Taketto's face like Jen clapped. When Taketo saw such a face, he answered with a stir that he was about to laugh again.
"I've always thought of you as a friend. I mean, friends aren't like that kind of confession, are they?
Jen was stunned by surprise for a while, but when he returned to me, he murmured "I see." The expression was a smile that I had never seen before.
"Well, that's what I'm talking about. Thank you in advance."
Taketo put his right hand in front of Jen's face. After getting a little lost, Jen lays her hand on the right hand of the tacket. While holding his hand, the tacket waved lightly with a smile.
"Now, I'm going to be your friend...", hey, hey, hey, hey!?
Holding hands and hands. Beyond that, Jen's eyes were dripping with tears. Unexpectedly, the tacket rushed to let go, but Jen didn't let go with a strong grip.
"... I'm sorry.... your hands are so warm. I just remembered the old days."
With such trembling lips, Jen leaned down to hide his tears.
I can't shake it, and I don't know what to say. The tacket held hands and waited for her to calm down.
A bedroom where the faint sounds of Jiji's core burning with a hot plate placed in the four corners of the room can sometimes be heard in the silence of night.
How long has it been?
Five minutes. Or has it been about 30 minutes? After a long time of gripping and not knowing the boundaries of hands and hands, Jen said it was dull.
"May I ask? About me."
"... yes"
In Taketo's reply, Jen made a small smile around his mouth and began to talk.
Jen told him that he was a bastard born between the former king and his midwife, who served him.
Her mother was kicked out of the royal palace as soon as she conceived Jen, but since she was no better off than she was, the place to settle was in some favela, "Slum."
That's where Jen was born and spent his childhood.
"I was poor, but I lived discreetly with my mother, who was a prostitute. It may have been the most peaceful time of my life."
But when I was thirteen. Her mother fell ill and passed away. Shortly before that, my mother was sending a letter to the royal palace, asking about an unaccompanied Jen. To ask Jen to give me a job.
"But that was the beginning of the tragedy."
After that, the former king died suddenly. The cause is unknown, but according to Jen, it seems likely to have been poisoned. And a struggle had begun between the children of the former king and the princesses to inherit the throne.
"In King's Landing, it must have been a big fuss. I don't suppose that story has reached the local ghetto yet. I didn't know anything. The mother of the hospital bed wrote to me in the middle of such a turbulent period."
Jen is also one of the children whose mother's status is low, but who draws the king's blood.
After her mother's death, the messenger who came to pick her up to Jen was the queen's hand.