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"Ya... we're finally here"
On the road, Silvi, made fun of by scattered Arthur (dictated), stepped out of the carriage quietly.
The carriage stopped a little in front of the woods. Ideal for picnics with grasslands and large lakes.
Previously, when Silvi went, I used a ride carriage, but I did recall that he had it dropped off here even then.
I look around in a nostalgic way.
The Vlm Forest in memory gave the impression that there were many couples and families, but now there are no people around. Looks like they were paid in advance.
"People, you're not here..."
It was nothing else. It was just a grunt, but Arthur slipped his gaze at random.
"I'm sorry. … we know that this is the place for all the people to enjoy. But I really wanted to talk to you here today."
"Oh, no... I didn't blame you. I'm sorry for making such an inadvertent statement."
"There's no need for Sylvie to apologize. You said earlier that Sylvie also wondered why this forest was her destination?
"Yes."
"I'll tell you the answer.... I want you to come"
"Ah..."
Without waiting for Sylvie's reply, Arthur walked out. Follow them in a hurry. Arthur did not go to the woods, but proceeded to walk towards those with flower gardens. The flower garden is blooming on one side with twists that are just as seasonal or as long as Silvi's back. Yellow world. Arthur and Silvi are the only ones in the flower garden.
It was as if there were only two of us in this world, and I thought of such fantasies for a moment.
(… ha. What are you thinking, me)
Sift, shake your head, and pay for your thoughts. Arthur, who was walking in front, stopped and then looked back toward Silvi.
"Silvi"
"Master Arthur?
A heartbeat hits those eyes as they stare. A strong wind blew and scattered many petals. Fluffy, rising yellow petals. A swinging twist. Arthur, who bears it back and stands dignified, was, at all costs, the prince of the maiden gay.
(... or, or, you look great! carries flowers! Do you carry flowers in real life?!?)
Common performances in comics and games. Having seen it in the real world, Silvi fell in love with it, even in a detour. I wonder how there are no digital cameras in this world. I want to shoot, save and review this too great stills fifty times a day.
Thinking like such an idiot, but unable to take his gaze off Arthur, he opened his mouth as he had decided to.
"... Silvi, I revealed to you last night that I am Prince Wang. At the next night club, he also told me to nominate an engagement. If we talk this far, it's no longer a good idea to keep quiet. Honestly, I'm still not sure if it's okay to talk about it, but I'm a man, too. Come on, I'm gonna brace my stomach."
"Brace your belly?
What the hell are you talking about? When he tilted his neck, not knowing what it meant, Arthur turned to Silvi, one step closer. Reflectively as much back down. Arthur smiled bitterly when he saw it.
"Don't you run away from me. I can't talk to you if you go too far."
"... Yes"
Stop the leg that was about to retreat even further. Arthur nodded just fine.
That's how I tell you slowly.
"Silvi. It's not the first time that night club has ever met me and you. On the contrary, I vowed to pick him up someday.... don't you remember?
"Huh?"
Unable to understand the words released from Arthur for a moment, Silvi stood on the spot.
Arthur grins loosely and offers his right hand toward Silvi.
"Back then I was - no, maybe I still am, but I was still terribly arrogant and living in a narrow world just for myself and around me. You're the one who broke it.... ever since then. I only liked you."
"Huh... what did you say...?
I don't know what Arthur means by words.
Tell confused Silvi that Arthur is in a hurry.
"Silvi. You really don't remember? When you spent time with me. I said I never forgot about you temporarily. All the time. I've been looking for you for over a decade."
"Ju, ten years? Huh? Huh?
More and more I don't understand. Silvi has never met Arthur.
Yet when I had met him, I didn't know he was going to blame for forgetting.
"Oh, um... sorry. I don't have any memories. Oh, yeah. Difference means…"
"There is no way. Am I wrong about you?"
"... Ah, yes. Excuse me."
Denied to stare, apologized reflexively.
But - and Sylvie thinks. Arthur, who has been calling me about you and Silvi ever since we met, has suddenly changed his name to "you," and then feels strangely visionary or nostalgic for the first time.
(Something about this way of talking... like I know... but I don't know a prince...)
"Silvi......"
"Uh, um..."
I can retreat to Arthur as he tries to pack the distance. Please, I wanted time to think.
When you're feeling like you're about to cry, your voice hangs like you're in the way.
"Arthur Felix Stride, huh?