"Honesty, not honesty, that kind of thing, because I don't need it. Not... you know, this"
"Hmm? What is it?
Forcing Arthur to pass the box pressed from Alice, he blinked his eyes and tilted his neck.
"... This is the baked treat I baked this morning. Um, thank you. Of course, it may not fit your mouth, and you can throw it away if you're concerned about the safety aspect. Do as you please."
"Silvi... made it for me?
"Yes... I'm not as good at it"
As I say, twitching and anxiety come up. Though I'm supposed to not know, wouldn't it be too bad, such as handmade confectionery for the King Prince?
Everything he mouths is naturally poisoned, and there's too much difference in appearance and taste between the meals and treats served in the kitchen of the royal castle and those made by amateurs.
"... you know, I knew you'd give it back..."
Whatever you think, it's an annoying gift. Having so concluded, Silvi wondered if he should take this away.
I wish I had noticed it when I tried to make it anyway, but it's a later festival. I can't help it.
Anyway, she took it home herself to stay out of the way, and Silvi reached out to have the box reversed from Arthur, who decided it was best to consume it with her family.
But I'm just avoided.
"Huh..."
"This is what I got. You can't give it back if you tell me to."
That's what Arthur said with a glossy smile, holding the box in like it was important.
"Thank you. I never thought you'd have something so great. Are you sure you want to have it?
"No, that's why I'm asking you to give it back..."
"Really? You can have it, right? I'm glad. Yeah, but I'm not going to wait till I get home. In the meantime, I'll have one."
"Huh."
I had taken the form of asking Silvi once, but I hadn't listened at all.
When Arthur opened the box on the spot, he took out one confection and put it in his mouth with no hesitation at all.
"Ah..."
I never thought I'd be so alert. Silvi unwittingly raises his voice.
It is never a good thing that Prince Wang eats handmade confectionery without a toxic taste.
I don't know if I deserved it, or if I made confectionery, I'm totally sorry, but that's why Sylvie, conscious, hastily stuck to Arthur's arm. It's an imitation, but that's all she was desperate for, too.
"No, you can't. No poisonous taste. No such...!
"You don't need poison. Because you made it, didn't you?
"Well, that's true..."
I'm not talking about it because Sylvie made it or anything. But Arthur is laughing in a good mood.
"Oh. That's a gentle taste like you. Thank you. I'll take care of the rest."
"... thank you"
Not caring at all, Arthur flattened his cheeky treat. Dropping his shoulder, Silvi, away from Arthur, gives thanks as he sneers. Now if Arthur had even broken it in his stomach... wouldn't the proximity guards be pushing him over to the mansion? Horrible.
I thought about making confectionery with my thoughts too shallow, too pitiful to want to cry.
"Why do you look like that? I was so happy."
Dropping, I heard a troubled voice. Face up. Amazingly brilliant beauty stared at Silvi up close.
(Ugh...)
Arthur at close range is too bad for the heart. The power of the preference face is still half-assed. When I can stare at you, my heart sounds so crazy.
(Calm down, calm down, me. Arthur is stunning. Arthur is absolutely stunning)
Same means as usual.
Reminds me of the stunning Arthur stills and stories, my hand in trying to be calm, but so far it has worked quite well and that has only been of no use to me today.
No matter how many stunning Arthur Stills you think of, you can't stop feeling thrilled.
Rather, the heartbeat pulses even more as if to expect it.
Sylvie was completely confused by the reaction she didn't even think about.
(Why? Different, right? Isn't that awesome? It's not two-dimensional, is it? Why am I so excited?)
This is crazy. But I still can't get my severe palpitations to subside. I was hoping this would happen, and I tried to imagine all kinds of troubles that I thought would happen in case I married Arthur, but that didn't do much good either.
Realizing that fact, Sylvie opens her eyes.
(... maybe you like me, Arthur?
That I made treats that I don't usually do because I'm thankful.
That you were frustrated, even if there were circumstances, that you didn't come with Diedrich.
But while Arthur was busy, he was still here - and I remembered how happy he was, and Sylvie blued.
(... I don't care what you think about Arthur.... you're lying)