Kyuuketsu Hime wa Barairo no Yume o Miru

My real name is Giancarlo Eligio Bertoni.

The Bertoni family is a subordinate Baron (Baron), albeit aristocratic, so I could not have served beside His Royal Highness in my original capacity, etc., but I have heard that my father had a friendship that transcended his identity with His Majesty in a relationship where he was a close guard of the current King when he was younger.

Me and Your Highness? I don't know, though I was only meant to be His Highness's loyal servant.

It seems that my mother, who just gave birth to me in such a relationship, became Her Royal Highness's nanny born at the same time.

Well, there seemed to be several other nannies, but for some reason His Highness hated non-mother nannies - well, maybe women were born with loud tastes.

... To be honest, I've never seen a woman as beautiful as His Majesty Hiyuki either, so I can also be good at His Highness being obsessed.

Nevertheless, I can't let go of my mother, who was just born, and take a day to His Highness.

... Well, she was originally a common woman (one), so you wouldn't have hesitated to abandon my son if she were another noble lady.

As a result, I was raised with His Royal Highness at the Royal Palace long before I realized anything.

Like a real brother? No. I didn't mean to get more tamed with it than I had to because when I realized it, I soured my mouth out of my surroundings and was strongly told about the differences in identities between them.

I have other brothers in the first place, but you don't interfere with each other. In fact, it is the same everywhere, whether it is an aristocratic society or a common people. It's something that makes a clear difference from birth to the eldest, second and third sons.

- Yeah, you're right. My lord, I was indifferent to those things, and they took me everywhere without listening to my surrounding advice.

Right. As they say, I might say the eagle frying of the blessed, or dull, but I'm pretty sure I enjoyed it, too.

That's why, at an early age, your highness's playmate, if you're going to say it in a way that doesn't have more body or lid, you treated it like 'your highness's toy'.

The role changed when His Royal Highness was 11. Yeah, after the assassin's raid.

By the time I was 7 years old, I would be attending kindergarten school too, and I had no longer had the opportunity to see His Highness as often as I had before, but a few days after the day of that raid, I was summoned with my father to His Majesty the King, cut out as a confidential story, to be His Highness's samurai, and to report every act of His Highness.

Perhaps everyone in the royal palace, starting with His Majesty the King, was horrified, at just 11 years of age, to return eight hand-worked assassins.

So you're giving me an order to be the bell on the cat's neck.

Yeah, I couldn't say no, of course, and I was reporting in writing what happened that day, as ordered.

... Your Highness? What do you think? I think you understood why I became a samurai to some extent, but you were honestly delighted.

"Don't be with me again!," he said, laughing happily.

From then on, every day was really a dazzling day.

His Royal Highness made me hang out with you and even make you look like an adventurer - yeah, I have my C-rank Adventurer ID today.

No, it's outrageous. It's the result of more than half of your spills.

Anyway, Your Highness, it was only two years ago, and you got an S-rank with no more than 50 people on the continent.

No, I don't feel jealous at all.

On the contrary, I was proud that I could walk with such a wonderful person.

Because to me His Highness was envy and an unexpected manifestation of dreams.

That said, when I interacted with the common people, it seemed that the difference between the rich and the poor and the harm caused by my identity had only begun to cast a heavy shadow on His Highness's mind, and I didn't put it on the table, but I guess there was a feeling behind my heart - and there are seniors (from Ya) in the world who smell those odors.

Words cleverly approached His Royal Highness and began to breathe in picturesque ideals... yes, you're absolutely right, and I think you should try yourself if you're such a fine ideal.

I also managed to disconnect His Highness from those students, but the ideal that once took root in my heart was endless, and it seemed to have devoured His Highness's heart, and it was the beginning and end of becoming in contact with them until I escaped my eyes...

The royal palace side also seemed to have a sense of crisis around here and was told to gather more confidential information.

Instead I also pretended to empathize with His Highness's ideals on the face, trying to act together.

Based on the information obtained here, we have reported in detail on the composition of the people, as well as on the Azit and personnel details, so we'll probably be exhausted by now.

... Yeah, I don't particularly care. It was originally a pictorial affair, and in the end, for our own rights, because they are the ones who turned His Highness aside.

And the other order I received was that if His Royal Highness were to speak to politics any more, I would reverse His Highness with my hands.

Of course it would be a lie if I didn't bother you, but to be honest, it wouldn't happen, I thought this stuff was a temporary fever and that if you were a wise lord, you would understand reality.

But even after that, His Highness has stepped into a political movement and, even more importantly, is trying to make a deal with the Land of Demons.

I panicked a lot more at the Royal Palace.

And while I was turning to the rear, the meeting between the two of you decided - I didn't think His Majesty's hips would be as light as that - that as soon as possible, the order conveyed was that if His Highness were to attract an external illness as it were, it should be terminated.

I've been troubled watching His Highness's defenseless back.

Do we have to reverse His Highness with this hand?

The desire to confess everything and beg forgiveness on the spot seemed to explode to His Highness, who covered me like that and bowed his head and called me a 'friend'.

"I'm not the man you deserve to say that to! Please punish me with your hands!

I wonder how easy it would be if I could take it to my feet.

... but I couldn't. My failure is the failure of the Bertoni family.

Though my father personally is close to His Majesty the King... no, that is why, on the contrary, the court tins will blame this place all the time, so there will be no one inferior noblemen of our order ever to be abolished.

Yes, I put His Highness's trust and our home on the scale and betrayed His Highness.

But fortunately, working with Imperial Crimson has been blank, and this has earned me some time.

So I took my last bet to separate His Highness from the political movement.

Yes, by sacrificing to Dear Angelica, His Highness will know the difference between ideal and reality. He also said that the citizens he was trying to protect emotionally would be more isolated by taking away his beloved.

It was really easy to maneuver the nursery and get those young people who originally had problems with their behavior into action.

With my hands or my face,

"Even though you guys are having a hard time drinking a cup of soup, the royal family is so muddy and luxurious. This was paid for by your blood taxes, so isn't it natural for you to get it back?

That's what made me wonder.

... you're right. Those hands will do the right thing if they give you a big nickname and any outrageous things without a doubt.

But... was this I misjudging His Highness?

Your Highness didn't quit moving on even after all that...

The result is this.

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"... so, is your confession over?

With a face that seemed uninteresting, Scarlet Snow, who originally sat in a chair used by Prince Achill in a pagoda sleeve dress that emphasized red more than black, confirmed to Sir Carlo.

Prince Asil's private chamber, the body resting in its centre, is to be held tomorrow in the presence of the High Priest of the Temple, with a funeral to be carried out and handed over to the royal cemetery.

Tonight, the last evening of farewell as a samurai, just beside the body of one, Carlo, looking at its face without a trace, confirmed the Lord of beauty, like the incarnation of the moon, nestled under the furrowing night breeze and the racing curtains, and at some point open windows… before surprise, with a relieved face somewhere, he exposed his inner surface as he was asked.

"Yes. Sire Hiyuki, will you punish me?

To Sir Carlo, who sounded rather begging him to punish him, Scarlet Snow answered with a small snort to make a mockery of him.

"Why? This must be your internal problem. [M] That's not what I'm talking about anyway."

"But the House of Lords is a belly that rubs all this incident against His Majesty and your country. Because I am also the cause, Your Majesty must have good reason to cut me off."

Carlo sues over and over with a desperate look sometime.

"Hey, nothing. You didn't paint it personally, did you? Then just hold the fools who stepped on the tiger's tail in the back accountable."

Carlo bit his lip when he told me he didn't care about your life in the dark.

Scarlet Snow, who had just risen from his chair in the meantime, peered into Prince Achille's face sleeping in a coffin decorated with flowers.

"I thought you were stupid, but you were stupid to the end. Fools say you have to die to fix it, but I don't know if it'll fix it."

The second half didn't reach Carlo's ear because he whispered, but Scarlet Snow, with his face up here, gave him a pranky grin.

"I want to say my final goodbye, so could you turn your face away for a second?

"Yes, sir"

Standing in discipline and moving to the wall, Carlo turns his back.

I narrowed my eyes to the look of it, making sure I was totally turning my back on this one, and put my mouth nearer to cover it in Prince Asil's face, most importantly.

A slightly damp sound of cuckoo reached Carlo's ear - putting it between a few breaths and there were signs that Scarlet Snow's upper body would return.

"- Well, I guess this is it. And then it depends on your luck."

At the same time he felt signs of standing up and Carlo looked back in haste.

"Are you going home like this?

"Well, hey, I'm going to be busy with a lot of things. I can't stay long."

From the mouth of Scarlet Snow, who said so and laughed invincibly, there is always zero stretched dog teeth.

"... are you sure you won't punish me? I confessed everything with my heart."

"So that's not my role. I just wanted to know why the bypass I put on the prince when we broke up suddenly ran out. Well, isn't it harder for you to have sinned in your chest for the rest of your life?

………

Then Scarlet Snow shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, if you're lucky, someone who deserves to be punished might come and punish you."

"- What's that?

"I'm talking about possibilities. So far, I guess it's 30%, and I'll have to pray to God you believe in."

Leaving Carlo in confusion, Scarlet Snow proceeded to the window.

"Nevertheless. You guys look a lot alike."

"- What?"

"It's just like wanting to commit suicide when it comes to adversity, or wanting to hold someone else's hand. You said you weren't my friend, but you call this kind of friend, right?

Carlo glanced at the words.

And the next time I realized, Scarlet Snow's appearance had disappeared like an illusion.

"Friends..."

Carlo's grunt rode through the open window into the night breeze and vanished into the darkness of the night.