Kyuuketsu Hime wa Barairo no Yume o Miru

Something's wrong with Grand Duke Christoph back from vacation.

The story was rumored between vacation opening lectures and spread throughout the school year during the lunch break, after school it was carried not only by the cadet school, but also among the girls students of the adjacent magic school.

"You don't feel like you're here."

"I've never seen him up in the sky during lectures or in practical skills"

"The professors were surprised, too. - I answered the question perfectly."

"Oh, and now and then, Niyanya laughs... well, it still looks beautiful, so it's a kind of paranormal phenomenon"

"Worry about it, I won't say anything."

"You're in a strange mood overall. It's floating."

"Yeah, well, I'm more comfortable talking to you than I usually am."

His eccentricity, which called for various speculations, eventually led everyone to one conclusion.

"Color Bo... Momo, those are the eyes of a man in love"

The speculation sparked a whirlwind, spreading it to all schools and surrounding schools at a speed of light, beating his fans, a large number of female students, and also grieving some male students.

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"So it's time for you to tell me the truth"

"Yeah. People want the truth. It is a noble duty to respond to it, Nobles Obriege."

Suddenly, a friend who had pushed him into the private room of a student dorm (albeit a mansion as big as a little aristocratic villa) … Before two classmates, Elmer and Lucas, who should also be described as bad friends rather than bad friends, Christoph had a troublesome looking face and a brilliant frown.

"- What do you mean," from the stick "?

"It's the truth about the rumors."

And with a translating face, Lucas, a red-haired good man with a somewhat light atmosphere, releases the arrow of pursuit continually. By the way, Christoph and I have known each other for a long time before enrolling in the cadet school because he hits the immediate relatives of the Marquis of Lartinen, who has been policy advisors in the Grawior Empire's home country for generations.

"Rumors...? What the hell is that?

With a seriously puzzled face, Christoph twisted his neck.

"Once again! There's no way that that person doesn't know that the cadet school is happily worried about that rumor more than it was about the magic school next door, and even the female students at the neighboring annexed schools, and at the end of the day even Sister's eggs at the seminary. This sin!

Lucas gestures lofty as if he were an opera character and plays a mournful monkey play all the time with 'lamentable'.

"... so what are you talking about, rumors or something?

I don't know if it's getting too much trouble or not, but it's getting worse.

"Rumor has it that you made love to your old lady on vacation. Not at all deafening, is it?

Elmer, with dark blonde hair and an intelligent face, asked all the time on a straight ball.

His homeland, the Kingdom of Vindaus, was a member of the undisputed royalty that hit himself and the grandchildren of the present king in the imperial kingdom, but he had developed a casual relationship that transcended positions, differences of identity, and so on with the position of saying students to each other.

Incidentally, the title of Empire roughly makes him the Emperor > King ≥ Grand Duke >/> Duke > Marquis > Count > Viscount > Baron >/Associate Baron > Knight. In fact, it's even more difficult for a generation of honorary positions, royalty, etc., but it basically takes this form.

Though it was a very rare example that they themselves were the only ones who cared the least, in this Imperial Cadet School, home to the sons of numerous great nobles, nobles and lords, who were able to build good relationships without being imprisoned by differences in factions and titles.

"Oh, that rumor..."

Christophe leaks a sigh with a face that opens up as soon as possible.

"Did you know about the boulder?"

"I don't like it, but it's coming in my ear."

"Good luck" and "Not at all," two Elmer and Christoph laugh bitterly at each other.

"Dude, is it true you don't deny it?!"

Lucas, who was turning tall about what would actually be a mere Yotai story, lifted half his hips off the couch sitting with his eyes round.

"No way. Either way, it's troublesome to argue, so just keep quiet."

Immediately the word of denial returned and, conversely, Lucas lowered back on the couch again with a relieved face,

"About half of it didn't hit me."

The ensuing Christoph dialogue made me almost fall off the couch at risk.

"Wait a minute! That means some of them have the right answers (,,,,), right?!"

"Duh, what part?!?"

Just have to listen up, come on, two people suddenly stuck in Christophe.

Christoph, with his mouth slipping - distracts him from his gaze.

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter who I like!

Two schoolmates stare at the throwing reply.

"... that means"

"... you mean you've got someone you like."

(1) I put my breath down and shouted at the same time as if we had shown each other.

"" Who's who?! "

In contrast to the two exciting people, Christophe deepens the wrinkles between his eyebrows more and more.

"- So why do you care about that? If you were a regular aristocrat, you'd be in Kuniku about one of your wives.

What a snort, Lucas.

"Normally, I guess. However, you are the son of the Imperial Grand Duke, but I have yet to hear one story of forgiveness floating around. If there is a lady who has set up the Empire's proud Unsunken Ship, this means that everyone cares!

"Hi, you seem unconscious, I'll tell you, how many young ladies and ladies are sending you autumn waves like that... aren't you unconscious? So it's better to be honest and clear about the flag than to confuse them with vague information."

Elmer also has a serious look and tells him to bite and include it.

Is that what it is? and Christophe convinced me for a moment, but when I thought about it carefully, I noticed the flow of the story was strange, and I glanced at their faces full of anticipation.

"It won't even be a story that I have to publish to an unspecified number of people. It's just personal."

"- Shit. I thought you'd be in unfamiliar situations and talk polo."

Lucas unfortunately pointy his lips and carries into his mouth the tea the samurai has fried for him to reword.

"Not at all...... Mostly, that would annoy them, wouldn't it?

"Really? Though I don't think there are any aristocrats who would be happy to connect openly with the Grand Duke of Estrada under the heavens. Hey, how incompatible is the other woman with the family?

"Dude, I guess they're not going to mention the common folk or anything?! I'm not saying it's bad, but unlike the gaga, we're not talking about ending up with 'The Prince Sees You, Congratulations'" "

Turning to a serious face, with care above curiosity, Christoph waved one hand gently, greatly appreciating his inner self to the attitude of the two friends who embarked on him.

"It's not like that. One way or another, I'm better off than the other."

Looking at the two pompous faces, Christoph held his forehead with one hand, once again realizing that he had lost his word.

- I didn't realize it myself, but you're floating pretty well. I...

"What royal princess are you not to match in your capacity?!"

"No, I don't want a royal family comparable to the Grand Duke of Estrada to look across the continent."

"I mean..."

"No way......"

"" Is Princess Oriana the opponent?!

Looking with white eyes at the two people standing in colour, Christoph denied it in the end.

"No, I'm not."

In fact, for Christoph, his engagement story with the First Empress of the Gravior Empire, Oriana Aineas Miln Gravior (gossip), has been whispered around his ears for a long time.

Objectively, Oriana is a good man who deserves to be called "Empress of Suzuran," he is only 13 years old, but as in "Sandalwood (Sendan) is more Fang (Kanba) than Twin Leaves," he is a proud cousin who deserves the successor of the Gravior Empire in both his talent and hegemony - but for himself he is only within himself and has never seen him as an object of love.

It is true that the royal lineage - Christoph scratched her own silver hair the same as she did - or, given the power relationship within the Empire, it would be a natural stream to link herself to Oriana, and not a rash if her father or emperor wanted it.

Or it could be a far more luxurious story, considering you'll be with someone you don't like in a political marriage.

That said, for some reason there has been no such story so far, possibly because my father is a loving wife who is a rare romantic marriage for royalty and nobility, and yet does not place one of the side rooms. For how much I thank my father if not enough.

... Anyway, that's why I was able to meet her.

I like the long dark hair behind Christoph's head.

- When will we meet this time?

Against a friend who still persisted in eating down, he then stubbornly kept his silence and, as a result, flashy imagination and speculation swept between the parties concerned from the next day, but he was not alone in arriving at the truth as to whether to say fortunate.

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"Good job, uncle. No, Grand Duke Estrada."

This is also the Grand Duke of Estrada, who returns a hallowed greeting to the softless greeting of Empress Oriana, who will hit her niece.

"I have read the report. We were impressed with the remarkable results."

"Ha, it's more like a spill from Her Majesty than a handful of mine, though"

Oriana humbly receives the words of her bitter uncle and smiles back. Then, with a curious, childish trick that was rare for her, she rode herself out and asked.

"Yes, speaking of His Majesty the Princess... how was it, compatible with your son?

Grand Duke Estrada nodded, arming himself like the best.

"I was wondering if you worked hard for me. Honestly, I didn't expect you to be that obsessed either."

But Oriana shrugged her shoulders lightly just because she was out of her mind.

"Alas, I expected that. Because Her Majesty is such a cute woman (one). Honestly, I've never felt so careless that I wasn't a man. If that's the case, I'll row you to the Candlestick."

"I see. Does your son represent His Majesty Shizuku?"

Grand Duke deepens bitter laughter.

"Let me get this straight, but only if you think I have the amount of equipment to replace you."

Liar in the face, Oriana.

"It's an honor. And Her Majesty the Princess at heart...... my subjectivity, but I think it felt good. Well, whether or not you develop into romantic feelings depends on your cancer."

Remembering how the smiling boy and girl were, the Grand Duke smiled softly, but the smile looked at Oriana listening in an upbeat mood with Nico with her eyes as she explored.

"Nevertheless, the demise of the pirates and the demise of the pirates are in themselves, and the main purpose of this march was to engage His Majesty the Princess and his son?

"That's not true. Well, as a result, they both succeeded, so as far as I'm concerned, I'm very satisfied."

In her attitude, which cleverly concealed her true intentions, the Grand Duke cut out to the dictatorship.

"... Hmm. This is a question as a single father, not an Imperial Grand Duke or a soldier, but are you thinking of connecting those two in the national interest?

"It's not in the national interest."

Oriana slowly put it in her mouth.

One way or another, it's for peace in the world.

Oriana's grin doesn't break. I looked at the face of Archduke Estrada, who looked like a pigeon had eaten a bean cannon, and smiled and continued.

"Of course, I'm sure I personally love Her Majesty,"

"... a little beyond my understanding, though. I mean, you think your son's hard work is directly linked to world peace?

The Grand Duke sighed with a bewildered look.

"That's the thing. I am convinced that the person who should be beside Her Majesty should be a decent and sensitive person."

Anyway, if that guy really runs wild, it's the end of the whole world without a big deal. And, Oriana continued in her chest. At the very least, it would have been dangerous if it had not been for a voice talent with a healthy sense of ordinary people.

"I hope so, Grand Duke Christoph."

That's what Oriana put in her mouth from the bottom of her heart.