Okitara 20nen Nandesukedo! Akuyaku Reijo no Sono Ato no Sono Ato

"…… It's kind of dark air."

Day of sight.

Fioria stepped into the palace and leaked such thoughts with the potpourri.

Twenty years ago the palace had a brighter atmosphere.

But now, it was full of signs of old people dying, as if they were slowly fading away.

A glimpse with King Vincent had designated an unusual place.

Outdoors, not in the so-called Throne Room.

It was a garden west of the grounds.

Vincent was known for his brilliance as a child, and yet, no, he was therefore neglected by his parents.

The King and his wife adored all the "kick-ass” Oswald, “thug" Mars, and didn't even try to exchange words with Vincent.

Vincent, who has no place whatsoever, misses Annabella, Queen Wang, and knew Fioria because of that connection.

The garden is also a place of memories for Vincent and Fioria.

When I had time, I exchanged Annabella to discuss history and politics.

"It's been a while, Fioria."

"Your Majesty is also magnificent and more importantly."

Fioria is only honorable, but, of course, she says courtesy.

Even though he was a playmate at a young age, this is the Duke's Lady. The opponent is the king.

You shouldn't be too accustomed to it.

"This is the Duke of Fioria di Florence, my lady. We came in on a subpoena. Quickly, may I explain the backdrop to Baron Isorte's case?

"No, wait."

Vincent blocks with a low, masculine voice.

It was only natural that twenty years had passed, but he was completely grown up. Slightly thin, but with an even body.

The dark hair, close to blue, is glossy like a raven feather wet in the rain.

The neat face is as beautiful as a sculpture, but slightly remains a childhood shadow.

The piercing pale eyes, as always, had an attraction to be inhaled.

Not many young ladies will fall in love just because their eyes meet.

"First, I want you to apologize. Because of the foolishness of my brother, Oswald, I took twenty years away from you. I feel really sorry for you."

Slowly, deeply, Vincent breaks his hips.

I kept my head down against Fioria.

"We'll make a public apology later. But before I do, I wanted to apologize as a man.... that's not all. I even pushed you about the kingdom of Isorte. I'm sorry. And thanks. The situation surrounding Baron Isorte was too complicated for me."

"Receive your apology. Your Majesty, there's something you'd like to tell me instead."

"Anything you can answer to me."

"What is the current situation of the royal family? The king's capital and the palace seem so brittle that they're about to collapse."

"……… You know what I mean?"

Vincent has a self-derisive smile somewhere.

"I don't really want to expose myself to the shame in my body, but I should tell you, since the incident twenty years ago, my predecessor Isaac had lost his balance of mind.... about that stupid father. Maybe she was confused by the color of Anne Rose."

Definitely so, there is also a letter left to ask about it - there was an obvious seepage of contempt in the voice that speaks.

"That's not all. Isaac wanted to make his son cute. He made his disposition of Oswald terribly light."

I hear you're locked in the clock tower.

"He poisoned the lead Duke's maid. In the light of the law, it would be a capital punishment on top of obsolescence. That fool twisted it.... In addition to all of that, he also took a weak-hearted response to Baron Isorte's rebellion. Thanks to you, here's the result. The royal authority has already been lost and the hearts and minds are far apart. I managed to regain power, but I don't know how far I can go to rebuild it. Or I could be the last king."

Vincent picks the flowers at his feet, along with his worried expression.

It is a tampon with cotton wool.

When I breathed in, countless cotton wools broke into the universe.

"Fioria, remember what I said back in the day?... to be king and to take you as my wife."

"At least you're the king now. I don't know if you're going to propose."

Fioria answers in a slightly shattered tone.

It's a private story, and I thought I should answer as one woman, not the Duke of Florence.

"No, I can't do that. I'm Oswald's brother, a human relative who poisoned you. I am not eligible to propose. The Duke of Florence family will disagree, and the people will not acknowledge it. … many hostile to the whole royal family as' Fiorian vengeance '."

Twenty years ago, the feat Fioria had left was too great.

At the age of sixteen, he achieved territorial reform, but in addition, he has also provided professional good offices for the eradication of drug organizations, the extermination of demons, and the taking over of the slum people of the Wang capital. Many have been made up thanks to her, and the emotions they turn to the royal family are hardly anything warm.

"Fioria, you won't like it either. If you become royal, you will be associated with that Oswald."

"... I don't care about Oswald."

In fact, I don't really care much.

Because Oswald is a well-danced clown doll. It's not worth being aware of.

"But I would never want to marry you. Something with a loser's eye."

Against the king, this thing.

I am aware of the extreme disrespect, but nevertheless, I felt I had to tell you.

"You've given up everything, Vincent. You're saying you're gonna rebuild your country, but seriously, you don't think you can ever do it, do you?

"………………"

Vincent turned away.

It was silent but too eloquent an answer.

Fioria exhales deeply.

"The royal family has completely collapsed because of Isaac and Oswald. There is no choice but to perish. I'm not bad, and I'm more of a victim of giving up marrying you. Have sympathy. Please comfort me.... your words, they all sound like excuses."

Decide Vincent with the blade of words.

There was no mercy, no mercy.

"Where have you been? I was so fascinated by the passion."

"... not everyone can be as strong as you, Fioria. People change. No more kids that day"

"I don't think so."

Fioria reaches out her hand.

She's quite a long shot herself, but still Vincent has one bigger head.

Just a little toe tiptoe and touch his dark hair.

"Humans don't change. Store all sorts of things in your life. When I was young, I was just buried in it.... If you have a dream you threw away, again, you just have to pick it up and walk out. Tighten your chest, Vincent. I'm sure you'll get over your life."

- Because you're the man I expected.

Vincent lay his eyes down for a while.

Eventually, a single tear began to flow down... and began to cry, like cutting a weir.

As if she were a child in love with her mother, without shame or outsiders.

Neglected from his parents, he hates his brothers.

The nobles just turn their attention to each other.

When was the last time you had me say a warm word?

When was the last time you encouraged me?

I can't stop crying - in it, slowly.

Vincent felt the remains of his first love melt away.

And after stopping crying, Vincent tells him.

"Fioria, I won't welcome you to my wife. I am the king. You can't imitate a country like that."

"No regrets?

"None"

Vincent answers with a resolute look.

"Thank you for a lovely first love, Lady Duke of Florence.

………… now ask for a report on the Kingdom of Isorte "

"Understood, Your Grace."

The two return to the frame 'King and Subordinate' again.

That distance will never change for the rest of your life.

The boyhood I spent with Fioria became a treasure of my life for Vincent.