Ohanabatake no Maousama

"Why ... why are you talking about that!" She shouted, wanting to deny Kuders. But Kudels sighs so much that he gives up something, and utters a cruel word with all his love.

"It's because I have the least to lose now, especially your time, something you can never get back."

Not a good way to say it. But I couldn't come up with a word beyond the truth.

"Human life is short. Even better, the time to shine is even shorter. If you spend time in a place where you know that you cannot shine, the despair that will come later will be even greater."

Gentle and desperate words wrap around in Amoena's heart. I knew that it would be easier to accept this word. But Amoena couldn't do it.

"... I don't know! You may not grow anymore! And my time is mine! Even though it looks useless for Kudels, it is different for me !!"

The best rebellion to keep your dreams. But Kuders does not allow poison buds to emerge in his garden.

"Does it hurt the people around me? The desperation of someone is painful for the people around me, and you will definitely grow. Find out how much you grow "Is it OK?" "Evil!" "Well, if you need it, as much as you want."

--can not win. In the first place, it's impossible to use words to beat Kuders, who has lived longer than any human being. Then I had to escape.

Amoena runs with her back to Kudels. And Kuders did not follow it. She knew she needed time to think alone.

However, Amoena's feet stop perfectly. That's because Kauffana, who had just returned to the inn held by Dolce, came back with a calm gait like dragging Dolce.

"Kaffana ...?" "Oh, Amoena-chan. Why are you crying? Did you get bullied by Kuders?"

Suddenly, Amoena gets stuck in words. Yes, he was bullied, but he was hesitant to say why. Kuders's words, "Her dream puts pain on others," tie down her lip movements.

"Um ... that ... um, um," "Well, he's a terrible man. I knew." Clapping Amoena to her chest, Kauffana turned to Kuders. The stunned face asks what he did.

Shaking his glance with a smile, Kuders asked her to look away.

"Is it okay, Mr. Kaffana. It looks a lot better." "I just showed you an embarrassing place. No problem at all. I'm full of energy."

Kauffana smiles with a strong smile. To be precise, it's a plotting face.

"I seemed to come up with something on my way back to the inn. I suddenly got better. I'm a really worried wife."

"Well, it's about the performance we just saw. I'll take it." "Well, why can't we tell the story of Hamplet Village?

In a sudden palm turn, Amoena's mouth raises questions. Just as the line dance for Amoena was, Kaffana would have been attached to the story. ……why?

Then Cuffana proudly bowed, saying:

"Because my ultimate goal is not to show the story of Hamplet Village."

In response, Amoena lost her words.

"Well, there's plenty of commitment, but it's just a process." "It's just a process ...." In Amoena who mutters repeatedly, something crumbles.

"If I succeed in the story of Hamplet Village, I will make the next story again. And I will leave many stories that will remain in the future, end up as a grandmother and die for everyone. "I don't know ... I don't know at all."

Kauffana smiles involuntarily, stubbornly refusing to understand.

"I'm not telling Amoena to understand my goal. I'm going to get into the main subject. If the other side comes at the head of the home, this will also go at the head of the head."

In the words of Caffana, not only Amoena, but also Kudels twisted his head.

"... what do you mean?"

Kaffana then lifted her lips in a smile instead of replying. He felt his back spinning, and Kudels took a step back.

Cuffana whispered to Kudels with a sweet voice.

"Dolcez told me and noticed that we have a fairy tale ... and there's a Demon King who has left many anecdotes.

"Well, my story?"

In an unexpected direction, Kudels makes a sour face. Most of his episodes from humans are all black history for himself.

"Yes, that's right. Based on the episode I heard from me, the adorable Amoena dances with the fantasy lights and Dolce's music the other day. I'll do it so that it won't be remembered by anyone because of the light! Ufufufu, Ahahahaha, Ukekeke, Kekekekekekekekekekekekeke! "

Despite the fact that talk was flowing in a very reluctant direction, Kudels was unable to stop Kaffana, who had started a runaway. Thus, the first performance of their troupe begins.