Honestly, I thought this was sloppy.

Though you accepted my thoughts, I think there's a difference between me and her emotions.

Well, I can't help it because it's personal and different, but Julia... especially the difficulty is that feeling for Her Royal Highness is paramount in her.

Though I understand that I am the best of the opposite sex.

(But... I guess I'm the only one who would want to be by my side more from her...)

I admire it, he said. This word is like what I made you say after all. It's not like she said it herself.

When I told her my thoughts, I made her laugh, dressed her up - although I said I wanted to try to spoil her more than anyone else. Actually, this. Then I guess it's like I'm sweet on her.

But I couldn't stand it... how long have I been such an impudent man?

Don't want it, be strong enough to do it alone. That's what I was going to think, but I haven't been very good since I met Julia. I thought I was a pale person.... No, the other way around. Originally I must have been a greedy person.

That must have been since I just decided to leave the house in the wake of the words of my father. Around being recognized by my master for strength and deciding to cut my way of life with my sword, it was myself who no longer looked upon my family. You must have 'pretended' to give up.

Is that recoil?

I hope Julia stays with me. It should have started there, but if you laughed at me at some point, if you turned around, if you gave me a special look,... more than anyone else, if you thought of it the most.

There are endless demands in that way.

Naturally, well, I wouldn't say that. No, not at the stage where he tells me he likes it, I guess...

I didn't think women's relationships were that beginner either.

I have experience with that, and it's not the first time I've been in love. And yet I don't see why this isn't going to work, because I don't feel like the love I've ever had is fake or real.

Yet.

"... I like it, you know"

Because I suddenly say that.

Because she says it in a way that Julia doesn't even think about herself!!

To the words, she herself was surprised and instantly blushed. This would be cheating!?

(It's about me, of course, isn't it?

I couldn't help but breathe. I wonder what to describe this emotion that twitches and joy fills.

Have you always thought that? Did you feel that you liked it enough to put it in your mouth by accident?

I was the only one who sometimes wondered if I was thinking unilaterally, was that her too? I'm trying to be a good man who's desperate and understandable so she doesn't hate me, but as much as I thought earlier you'd forgive me for not having to be.

A little more, let yourself out...... do I have to hide my pity or obsession with her?

No, you don't hate me and it must be natural for me to have a favor, because she accepted that it's okay to be my lover.

I just... I'm a little wondering if she had no choice but me because she desperately ate to keep me from getting caught before the other guys came near.

I'm really glad no other guy ever understood and dictated Julia's charm before, I'm serious.

I didn't stand out because I don't dress, that's all I'm talking about.

I think Julia is very attractive. A woman who keeps a gentle eye on someone, leads them, guides them, and does what seems natural and unnatural, naturally.

Sometimes I worry because I'm too much of a worker.

And because I'm a little immune to the opposite sex, there are too many gaps, so I'm not worried about this one.

I wasn't wondering why the others hadn't noticed before in their faces as women shown by such a firm person, but I wonder what that was because they were in the back called the Princess's Palace. I was just taking action like this early because I was lucky enough to meet him like me to realize that, and if Julia had belonged to the inner palace or something, the story must have changed a lot.

It's irritating to just think that I wish that had happened, but I'm the one next to her right now. And even though it's still stiff against me like that, Julia smiles more often, that's all it heals me.

But to be honest, I just want to move forward a little bit this New Year's festival.

Julia is a lighter, and she said she shouldn't be in a hurry because she's unfamiliar with these things, so she knows very well that it's important to keep up with her condition slowly. I'm sorry that if I go hard on you, you'll be interrupted in the future and keep your date busy, even if you're being held back from her neighborhood.

So.

Hey, I thought it might feel heavy, but I was asked to give you a necklace.

I wonder how she would take this meaning.

A gift with the color of my eyes and a little bit of value. Because she is a woman who cares so much about this sort of thing, although it's not a big deal to think about it financially, either personally or as a son of the Count Baum family.

I might shy away from saying it's just a gift.

But I want you to take it.

"... of Aldar, eye color"

To her who shrugged, there is no color of disgust. Relieved.

When I talked to my mother-in-law, she was quite distressed, but she was right to choose this store. It was quite embarrassing to talk about gifts for women at this age.

I want you to always wear what I give you because it's good under work clothes.

I want you to remember my existence. More than anyone, I want you to take this feeling that you want to be with me.

I think it's a rather heavy and disgusting emotion, but I think you just want to forgive me for not putting it on the table.

To tell you the truth, I have it in me because I want to push more and ignore the fact that she's embarrassed and move on.

But I'm sure she will forgive me... for not even being such a bystander. I want to make her as happy as I can, too. I'm not the only one happy and meaningless. That's why I don't imitate that.

Together, happily, yes, if you pointed in the same direction.

(Delighted, gave it to me?

Softly I steal her expression.

To the fineness of the neck muscles touched, I recognize that she is once again a feminine woman. I want to take care of this comfortable relationship, protected by me and sometimes protected by my feelings. Such an opponent.

Julia laughs and looks up at me.

Oh, he's happy for me.

"... you look great"

"Thank you, thank you"

I wonder how many people know about this reassuring look on her face.

If that's the look you're gonna give me, I'd love to.

... yet, I guess that's just a little narcissistic,

(Today, a lot...... I haven't either)

I've always understood that I'm impatient or immature, but I still have to be a little more careful when I put her in front of me.

(... I guess it's because Gilderock told me that)

The beast in your body.

Although I told Julia of a past where there was something like an uncontrollable destructive impulse.

I laughed at her thinking it was a female relationship, but it's out-of-heart, you know... well, I wouldn't say I don't like it, but it's kind of, you know, from the perspective of my father's relationship with me.

That's why I was... always anxious to like someone.

And yet, I can't hide it anymore now that I like Julia.

Wouldn't she accept me to have a root for not being accepted by my parents? That's what I thought.

But on the other hand, I wonder if I can be beside her like that.

So.

(I want to let you get away. But I don't want to let you get away with it, so I want to eat it)

I don't want to hurt you.

I want to take care of it. I want to tremendously, cherish, love, protect, and do that.

But the 'beast' in me is a troublesome being so hungry for love, what if she frightens me of such a beast?

What if I tried to escape at all?

... Sometimes I don't even want to imagine that, but I do.

Of course, at the stage where we talked about the past, she looked straight at me and told me she admired me, so I was just worried. Besides, you just told me you like it.

But I'm a weak man, aren't I? I can't believe you want to let her know she's your own lover with a gift like this.

(I'm sorry I'm such a man, but)

As much, I want you to forgive me for saying that I sincerely like Julia.

When I turned my grin on her, she also looked like she smelled, laughing at me.

... Yeah, happy, yeah.