Kyuuketsu Hime wa Barairo no Yume o Miru

- And the prince and princess lived happily ever after. Congratulations, congratulations.

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The King's capital, Cardia, had a bell of soul relief ringing.

The people leaned over and immersed themselves in sorrow, old and young, sometimes turning in the direction of the royal palace, eagerly hoping that their beloved soul would be led to heaven in peace.

In addition, the flower table set up in front of the royal palace was lined with long serpents by many mourners gathered from home and abroad to serve bouquets of flowers each brought with him.

Teardroppers, those who meditate quietly, those who pray to their own believing God, their deeds vary, but their feelings in mourning the dead were all together.

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"Looks like it didn't go like a last of the gaga. - Not at all.

Still, I don't like this kind of spicy smell. I wonder what it is more or less. Aren't you going to rattle next to people meditating in silence, 'Aeon God, this filthy soul to you...' or something? If there's such a thankful God, isn't there supposed to be a tragedy in this world?

"Come on? Because the only god we believe in is the princess - Scarlet Snow."

"... ugh. Speaking of which, in a way, we were no different from the cult group."

Apparently he finished donating flowers, a black morning dress with white crepes on the neckline, and a girl with a round of red roses on her chest and a woman wearing a light-ink dress that looked older than that, I guess it was a relationship of taking - or subordination, where the girl stood first and the woman later walked in the form of a samurai.

Neither was hidden in the veil hat and the face could be peeked, but the whiteness of the complexion, the luminosity, and the rinse and discrepancy emanating from the whole of it drifted with an elegance and a hidden aesthetic.

"What is it, though, that the clock needle that gave the stupid prince the reform that he said would have backed off a lot when things actually went wrong, and this one might as well have changed its policy somewhat."

"Do you want to destroy?

The girl replied lightly shrugging her shoulders to the tone of a light samurai that would decide even during the night.

"It's easy to destroy it. We're basically a reigning policy, aren't we? Later on, this country is visible to be plundered by the surrounding countries, and the tombies are a little fried. I'd like to leave it to someone who might be able to use it."

"Is he like that prince?

"Oh, you can't have that one. That would still be a hundred times the length of the Collard Guild. At least the guild chief had his own indicia, always guessing the perimeter, but that prince didn't even realize his indicia and perimeter scale didn't match."

So I went to watch my step, and hey, the girl's leg stopped fumbling, I added.

In front of them, trying to hide in a street tree, a young nobleman with dark hair - Sir Carlo - was on one knee, greeting them both.

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"Oh, you look surprised."

That's what they said most about the opening, and Asil Claude Amitia, the three princes of the kingdom of Amitia, for the first time in a long time, felt comfortable with her mouth becoming a form of laughter.

"... Princess Hiyuki is the only one who says that. Everyone and he are all comforting words to touch the swelling."

"That's just a terrible face - well, it didn't change much originally - but if you look like you're dying, you'll want to say one of your comfort words."

"... man, were you originally such a terrible face?

"Because I usually only remember you either laughing hella or looking around at people's bodies with sketchy eyes. - Oh, excuse me."

Scarlet Snow sits back on the opposite couch where Prince Asil is sitting, shrugging his shoulders gently.

Behind each is, naturally, Sir Carlo and the Capital of Life.

Prince Achill, who made the colour of bitter laughter stronger in the words, but, uh, he noticed the costume Scarlet Snow was wearing, and he was unknowingly asking.

"What about that morning dress...?

Morning dresses are usually costumes put together by close relatives at a funeral.

"Oh, I'm sorry I did something unsolicited. Assuming it's a" sister "condolence for calling me" sister, "I let you wear it barely. Was that annoying?

Slowly and with all the thoughts of the universe, Prince Asil shook his head.

"Not at all. How happy Angelica would be to hear that."

For the first time, the name disappeared from Scarlet Snow's face.

"I'm sorry about this one."

Just that. Words that could not be described as words of condolence, but where there lived a deep heart of affection that was not enough to take a million words.

Behind it, the capital of life had bowed his head profoundly instead.

"No...... it's all my fault. That's what I could have prevented if I'd checked the security people.... Anyway, the killer was one of the youth clubs I asked to guard the nursery!

Scarlet Snow frowned at those words like spitting blood.

"Wasn't that a raid with nobles behind it?

"... then there was still this angry bump. There are four young people aged 15-18 who belong to youth associations that endorse our political campaign. I also took the back, but it's silo. It was a simple gold crime."

"Again, I don't know what to do..."

"They were in charge of security inside the nursery, 'cause you royals, nobles, are luxuriously threesome!' 'Know our hardships!' 'This is legitimate retribution!' and plundered the nursery's possessions, and further assaulted Angelica...... At last, those guarding outside realized the noise, and by the time they were captured, my sister was poisoning herself for protection."

Scarlet Snow shook her head silently with a sinking look.

"Even as a royal family, these scandals cannot be taboo, so fortunately - it should be said that Angelica was to have gone to a nursery on Lake Fulvia to cure the superficial illness, so it has been officially announced in the form of a sudden change of condition there…"

"Hmm, well, that's good. The outgoing men who attacked Angelica must have killed them, right?

"... no, we will conduct the trial informally and will probably be executed shortly"

Scarlet Snow's eyes shone a swordswallowing light upon the word.

"- That's a lot longer. Why didn't you punish me?

Prince Achille, who leaned in silence to endure something in the words, eventually raised an alternating face free of anger and sorrow.

"Honestly, I'm not tired enough of tearing them apart!! How many times have I put my hands on my sword that I want to finish them off with this hand!... but killing them won't bring Angelica back. Besides, I'm the one who told them not to wash their blood with blood. There will be no revenge."

"You don't have to give birth to anything. At least you'll feel a little better."

Prince Achill bites his lips all the time when he says so.

"Well, it's just a matter of your feelings, I'm not going to say any more, but is the democratic movement still going on? I don't have a sister to show you a better world."

"…… continue. Angelica will see it in heaven."

Scarlet Snow shrugged her shoulders at the words.

"I don't know if it's going to be very solid. I told you before, don't leave your feet behind."

"... yes. Now it's time to remember your liver."

Looking at Prince Asil's face, who nodded, Scarlet Snow lifted his hips off the couch.

"Are you home yet? Speaking of which, when we reunited, it was a promise during the rematch, but are you sure you don't mind?

"I'll stop. It's not a chambered atmosphere. First of all, it's flat to be responsible for a suicide stick."

Prince Achill's face was stifled by the term 'suicide'.

He pretended not to notice, but was the face pointing out the answer he was looking for.

"Speaking of which, will we meet Angelica's body?

"No, I've already been transferred to the royal cemetery, so I can't meet anyone but royalty, but she had a beautiful face."

Remembering the cleansed body of his sister Princess, Prince Asil gave her a crying look.

"Right. I was wondering if I could say goodbye in person, and I'm sorry to hear about Sir Carlo."

I take a round of red roses that I am giving to my chest as I say it and give it away.

"If I'm not in your way, will you give this to me next time you go to see Angelica?

That's what I said. For a moment, I felt Scarlet Snow's eyes shed a red light.

"- Okay. I'm sure."

Prince Asil, who nods and receives.

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After ordering the samurai to take you outside from here - her own room, which is a separate building in the royal palace - and sending the two out, Prince Ashir realized that his blocked heart was much lighter as he entertained the rose handed over from Scarlet Snow with a circle in his hand.

- Apparently, I'm genuinely drawn to that weird princess.

I thought I'd lost the one I loved and froze, but I still had a heart to love someone.

I was honestly glad about that.

"- Well, Carlo. We'll be busy again tomorrow!

From the chest of Prince Asil, who stood up saying so to Sir Carlo standing behind him, a much dull sound was made and the tip of the sword grew.

"... ca, Carlo...?

In the eyes of Prince Achille, who turned with the face that he was more incredible than surprised, he saw the face of a young man, a daughter-in-law, a belly heart and a best friend, who stood on the spot with a stab at himself, with a childlike face somewhere on the way.

"... why...?

"... I'm the one who wants to ask why, Your Highness. Why does Angelica continue her politics when she says she's dead?! She said she turned her hand so Her Royal Highness could give up so this wouldn't happen!

"... No way... Angelica, you too..."

Carlo nodded at the question with despair.

"I didn't put my hands down directly, but the steps are in place"

"... why? You... to the aristocracy...?

I shake my head for that question.

"No, I have sworn allegiance to the royal family since my birth."

"..." Prince Achill, who looked surprised, opened his eyes much more aware. "... right, Father"

………

Carlo, who would not answer that question, but silence was eloquently telling the story.

Father King, who is neither poisoned nor medicated, would have decided to wave his tail to the House of Lords to make his disturbing son a deceased.

Perhaps Carlo, who was ordered to do so, also suffered, and arranged Angelica's raid as that compromise, hoping that he would draw his hand from the political movement from its painful hands.

But contrary to that intention, I have declared myself to continue exercising.

So I guess this is what I had to do now.

"Don't leave your feet behind."

Scarlet Snow's words just broke up came back to life.

Oh. You didn't see your feet properly...

Gradually in his sumptuous eyes, Prince Asil spoke to the red rose in his hand.

"... Excuse me, Princess. Both promises… are unlikely to be honored…"

While his consciousness melted into the dark, Prince Achill listened to the sound of a soul bell heard from afar.

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The third prince of the kingdom of Amitia, Asil Claude Amitia, is assassinated.

From the Devil's Sword and Rose Flowers, a legacy left at the scene, the killer is determined to be a demon, not a human.

- On the same day, the kingdom of Amitia declared war on Imperial Crimson, the demonic kingdom.

It should be noted that no one noticed that the body of Prince Achille, rested in the royal cemetery, had disappeared neglectfully three days after that.