"I knew it was nothing."
I immediately made a smile and said so.
... or maybe it's not a good idea for an unmarried woman to be in a man's room, even though she was just asleep.
I mean, unmarried, I'm only thirteen.
All right! Let's go home now.
"Alicia ~"
Jill's voice was heard from outside the door.
Yeah, Jill's in the royal palace, too.
So, Henri, you must have a brother, right?
The door slowly opened.
Jill's head appears a little.
"Alicia? Are you there?
"I'm here."
I hurried out of bed and headed towards the door.
Behind Jill was also Brother Henri.
Oh, they're all here. Now we can go home now!
Duke, we're going in.
That's what Brother Henri said, pushing Jill into the room.
No, let's get out of the room.
I wonder why you came into my room.
"You slept in that outfit."
Brother Henri said that to Master Duke in a frightened manner.
"Oh, Alicia, this"
That's what Jill said and showed me his palm.
Jill's palm had a few tiny teeth.
I solidified with my eyes closed.
"Good for you with your back teeth."
Jill laughed when she said so.
I wanted to tell you why I brought it, but I didn't have a voice.
"I read it in a book. My teeth are filled with memories."
Jill said that as if he had read it with my expression.
Sure, I've read that story before.
So talk about teeth having to be taken care of.
"Are you there?"
"I don't need it."
To be honest with you, Jill sparkled a little.
"Can I have it?
"Fine. But... teeth?
I looked at Jill with a strange look.
I can't believe you want teeth that aren't worth anything.
"That's okay. Maybe these teeth are filled with memories of me."
That's what Jill said and broke his face.
... a normal, cute, honest boy.
He's a normal boy, though he's a little twisted.
"Hey, who and who were those big paintings that were decorated in that hallway?
That's what Jill asked Master Duke.
Big picture?
Master Duke is decent, too.
Maybe it's about the painting I saw when I got lost before.
The King and... maybe the King's father's painting.
But why would Jill care?
"Maybe it's my father and uncle's painting?
I doubted my ears at Lady Duke's words.
Was that painter the king's brother?
But he seemed a long way apart.
I'm losing track of everything.
Normally, the First Prince should have the right to inherit the throne, right?
... How could Lord Duke's father be His Majesty the King?