"No, Altenrich. You stay in the mansion."
"Alvernon"
That's what my father says with a tough look in his face.
And His Majesty sighed and called his father's name.
"Sire, I'm sick of my Rufus family getting involved in your situation.
None of my son's business. "
"... Alvernon, this is certainly my fault.
But do you really think there are facts in this world that you can hide perfectly?
For example, after you died? For example, what if he wants to know the truth?
That's what's happening now, Altenrich wants the truth.
I don't know what it's like to be the one to know the truth after everything's over, isn't that you?
The feelings of nothingness, guilt, and just regret of those who know the sacrifices of others after it's all over. "
"Sometimes you don't need to know"
"It's the person who decides that, not you.
Your daughter, my brother, they would've found out after all, wouldn't they? As long as you have feelings, you don't hide them. "
To His Majesty's pale dialogue his father added another wrinkle between his eyebrows.
A blunt noise leaks from his lips, which are so tight that his teeth are about to be crushed.
What I want to know, Your Majesty said.
If so, after all, my parents are involved in the fact that my father seems to be hiding from me, and not least in the cause of my father's hard work.
I was surprised by the smiling sire that made me feel ridiculous, and opened my mouth on behalf of my father, the Duke, who shut his mouth.
"Sire, may I speak?"
"Absolutely."
"If you go to the castle, you know what I want to know."
"Well, whether you want the answer or not, you'll see the truth."
"... Really?"
Grateful to His Majesty and facing his father upright, he was already pale and looked at me as if he'd given up somewhere.
As if you could understand my next words,... no, I guess you just do.
Because you're my father.
"Father, I'm sorry I got you in trouble.
But I want the truth. "
"... Sometimes it's better not to know. You're gonna regret this."
"I understand.
I want to know everything rather than regret it without doing anything, get over it and live with my chest up.
Shame on the House of the Duke of Rufus. "
"... you look just like Arteisia on the strong side"
"Really? I'm often told I look like my father."
My father looked so subtle when I leaned down. [M]
I heard a tickling laugh behind me.
"I'll get there, too, Father.
I don't like a life that's just protected without knowing anything. "
Once his father opened his empty eyes and then took a long sigh.
Her complexion is still not good, but she also looks sunny somewhere.
"... Again, sister or brother..."
"Father?"
My father, who grumbled at me about something, didn't say anything more to me.
"Well, let's go"
His Majesty said so only with a grin on his mouth, not a bright voice like he had already done in the beginning.
That was kind of so creepy, and because it looked sad.
Uh-huh.
Apart from His Majesty, my father and I never had a conversation aboard the carriage of the Rufus family.
Instead, when I got off the carriage, my father, the Duke, stroked my head once.
Then that big back went first while he was stunned and solidified by his father, who had an irresistible grin.
When has it been the first time my father smiled...
In the first place, I wonder if that's what you could call a smile.
Your Majesty, your father, me, and then two faceless men in Kingsguard Knights uniforms.
In spite of acting in a large area, there was no one in the castle who was different.
With no one's mouth open, we continue on all the roads we've never been through, and the place we've reached is apparently underground.
Dim, damp.
Horrible why the blurry light of the lamp floats without any windows in that space of shimmering stone.
Two gatekeepers stood in front of the uneven iron gate.
They keep His Majesty in sight and kneel quickly.
Of the two, a Knights member eared something to one soldier.
Then unlock the lock, unlock another door, and reach in front of a door that looks heavy.
"I brought him in, what, but don't say anything else about this.
And then, don't get too close. "
His Majesty's voice contained some sorrow.
I glimpse my neighbor's father in the words he tells me without looking back, but his father only sees the door anymore.
Someone sighed in a noiseless space.
Gigi.
The door opens with a deafening sound.
Blur and bright light jump into sight.
"Welcome home, Victor, you're late."
There was a sound of jalali and metal bumping into each other.
Very disproportionate. No. My spine stretches to a bright voice.
One bed, one light hung high, squatting in the corner of the room. It slowly raised its face.
Long blonde hair spreads and her face becomes visible.
A woman who looks very similar to His Majesty and who is old but still holds pity like a girl.
I don't think we ever had a direct conversation.
Still, I had seen it far-sighted at parties and castles.
That person was definitely His Majesty's real mother, Dear Filmelia, that person.