"Master Rymond. Lady Giancarlo and Lady Giovanni were there.
"Brother Jean and Brother John? I need you to come in.
It was two years after I had a tea party that day in the north garden with my brother Bertrand.
"Rye! How are you?
"I came and did it today.
"It's the first time yesterday. Dear Brother Jean, Brother John.
"I brought you some cookies today. Maria, tea, please.
"Yes, Master Giancarlo.
Maria arranges the tea with the cookies Brother Jean brings to the table placed at the window of my room.
Soon after that day, Brother Bertrand laid eyes on Sophia and her father, and soon Brother Jean's diet was reviewed, and now, a year later, it seems to be a lie that he was so ill.
Since then, Brother Bertrand has come to visit my room as he has reopened, and has been discussing subhuman and people-to-person halves except for swordsmanship guides with Master Currillos and when Brother John and Brother Jean have a tea party with me.
By the way, I actually found out that Brother Jean was in a pretty dangerous situation when Brother Jean staged him hard in the south garden.
Brother John, who was also asked about it, came to apologize and thank me at a later date, and since then, Brother John and I have gotten along at once.
"Oh, you're using that loop tie.
"Yes, because it's what Brother Jean gave me.
On my chest, the green loop tie, the gift Brother Jean was trying to give me at that tea party in the south garden, rocks hard.
"So you're still stuck in your room all day?
"........................ Yes. Because I just left the room and I don't make a good impression around.
Though I do research on the name Tea Party with my brother Beltrand, the eyes that can still be directed at me are full of suspicious glances, and I'm still drawn to walking outside without much liking it.
"Right.....................
I'm sure that day inspired me, but Brother Giovanni cares about it even more.
But in fact, that day was just a trigger, and the pile up until then just exploded that day, not bad for Brother John at all.
Besides, it's also because I don't want to go out on purpose these days because I enjoy having an argument with Brother Beltrand.
"But I also received a swordsmanship guide from Master Curilos today.
"In the east garden, right?
"Yes. If you're in the east garden, it's only about me.
Besides, I can use trees, rocks, and terrain in the east garden for more practical swordsmanship guides, so I don't even lack exercise.
I mean, right now I can exercise, I can study, I'm a high-spec Nettle egg.
".................. Rye. You've got a lot of hair.
Brother Jean's fingers snap and tickle my forehead.
My forehead, which has begun to stretch after that when people's gaze became concerned, now covers my green eyes, which are also a testament to the royal family.
"Even though you have eyes the same color as me.
"There are extra people who want to make me Prince Wang because of this.
Green eyes are those that are only inherited by the royal family of the kingdom of Centro.
And black hair is a color inherited only by the royal family of the Ost Empire.
Well, that's why my mother calls me Prince Wang.
I can't hide the color of my hair from the boulder, but it's better than exposing it both ways, so my eyes are stretching my forehead to hide it.
I tease my forehead a little bit myself with my fingers.
"I'm glad you're hanging out with Brother Jean. I have more annoying voices.
"Yes................... Too bad.
Brother Jean, who laid his eyes down for the first time, immediately touched my hair again.
"But if you're in front of me and John, why don't you show me?
When did you hold it in your hand, my long forehead was pinned.
"Yeah. I knew I liked Rye's eyes.
"............... isn't Brother Jean the same eye?
"Jean's color would be a little bluer than Rymond's.
"Because your mother has the same blue eyes as John.
Dear Sophia the Rumor Elf.
I have never spoken to you about Brother Jean many times, but you must be beautiful.
They say that Sophia excels in art just like Brother Jean and Brother John.
"That's right. I brought Shen today.
That being said, I unwrapped the cloth that Brother John had brought, and removed Shen, one of the strings of this world, from the inside.
Shen is shaped like a horsehead harp, a traditional Mongolian instrument, and sits like a triple sideline, holding it diagonally in front of his body and playing it with a bow.
But the part of the torso is not square-shaped, it has f-shaped holes, like violin, and the number of strings is five.
The texts of plants, which are usually beautiful and delicate, are depicted on the body and were originally instruments used in the United Kingdom of Notos to celebrate encounters with the Spirit.
It is also one of the instruments that Brother John specializes in, and in recent years not only the United Kingdom of Notos but also the aristocratic warrants of the nations have become an essential requirement for whispering love to women.
From that point of view, Brother John would be pretty hot on a woman.
I envy you as the same man. Girl!
But I can forgive you because you are brother John!! My brother, they're all cool!
When Brother John set up Shen, who slightly removed the chair from the table, it just became like the pin air strained.
After a beat of breathing, Brother John started playing Shen with his delicate fingers.
Brother Jean spins the song on a beautiful tone.
It is the language of an ancient elf, and now that word, which you will no longer hear except a song, lives up to the encounter with the Spirit.
We both feel like we have lightened the air to inherit Elf's blood or without a heart.
After a while the music ended and Brother John put his bow down all the time.
Brother John played very beautifully just because he was already working professionally.
And Brother Jean's singing to go along with that performance was wonderful too.
"Brother John and Brother Jean were lovely!
"... John, my brother is adorable.
"Jean, you're also my brother.
Something is happening between the two of us.
Besides, they're both things that stare me in the face, so I'm worried I might have done something wrong.
"Um, Brother Jean, Brother John? What's wrong, sir?
"Yeah. I just thought Rye was gonna be cute.
"Right.
"Yeah? What is it, that.
I don't know if you're lying or serious, but at least you weren't willing to hate me there, and that was terribly comforting.
Few people in my family look at me myself.
Needless to say, my mother, my father sees me as a son who loves me, but more often than not he feels he doesn't understand me for less time to get involved.
That's why Brother Beltrand, Brother Jean and Brother John are so special to me.
"I like it.
Though I keep my mouth much down on those words that came out poking at me, apparently the crush was picked up by Brother John and Brother Jean.
"Already! Already, Rye!! I like it too!
"Wow!
"Me too, I don't hate it. Whatever, Rye is my... my other, dear brother.
Brother Jean hugs me with momentum and Brother John caresses my head clumsily.
"Dear brother. I like it, too.