Outaishihi ni Nante Naritakunai!!

"Wow, du training ground..."

Freed lightly stops the hand he was trying to grab his sister for when he was moving.

His eyes beckon the Prince Maximilian.

You are certainly right as a fiancée to cover your sister behind your back.

My sister looked relieved and honestly hid behind Fried.

But the immediate air of the two begins to twitch around.

After being stirred up by the king prince over there scattered. It's not good if something happens.

That's what I thought, and when I thought I had to go too, the king prince over there moved first.

Put your arms down and appeal to no harm.

Seeing that, Fried also let go of the arm he was gripping again, erasing the disturbing aura.

After a quiet exchange of words, Prince Maximilian turns his back on the Frieds.

And I followed the venue with the Duke of Pegegrini, who is also the caretaker of this one.

But when I left the venue, I turned my gaze to my sister for just a moment.

"... Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

Eyes directed at my sister.

Totally different from what you played earlier, seriously...... the noise is extreme.

I know because I'm an old man.

Those... are the eyes of the man who found his prey.

"What are you talking about, you're blind..."

Her sister clings to her own fiancée, frightened by her eyes.

I don't feel like I deserved it, but leave it like this.

When seriously Prince Maximilian comes, there will definitely be one commotion.

Fried forgives his frightened sister.

Even if that's from my brother's eyes, how can it just seem snuggly?

Fried told him something and his sister, who heard it, shook her head to admit it small.

And when they were all gone to greet the king, they went straight back toward the royal neighbourhood.

Confirm that and then whine one person.

"... oh yes, I knew you weren't willing to go back to the mansion"

The carriage was ready for when my sister told me she was leaving, but Fried took my sister home without question. Probably had it rooted out beforehand.

It's a predicted development, but too much as expected.

The evil mood that was drifting in the hall due to the exit of each of the three people at the beginning of the event lurked, and the unique glamorous atmosphere of the nightclub returned.

"... hey, you okay?

"Oh, Will..."

It was Will that the culprit left and called out where he was relieved.

Dressed in nightclub clothes, he doesn't look very much like the head of the nation's leading magician corps when he does.

Speaking to caress, Will shoved a glass of wine in his hand at me.

"... drink. You look terrible."

"... oh, that helps"

I breathe all at once.

Strong alcohol feels good. I could finally take a breath.

I realize there's no sign of his brother I'm supposed to be with there.

"... what happened to Glenn?

"That, today, is on guard duty. My father and I are out of the Duke's house, so no problem."

"Oh, speaking of which, you did."

The head of the Kingsguard himself moves as head of security when it becomes an important night club such as that attended by the king prince of another country. If Glenn is my oldest son, he's my second son.

I can prioritize my assignment as head of the Knights without any problems.

I was convinced Will was smiling.

"I was just watching... I don't know, it was tough"

"Well, hey."

It must be about the interaction between the two Kings.

He nodded powerlessly and moved Will to the corner of the venue.

If you want to talk, a less crowded place is better.

"Sometimes, Prince Maximilian sells a fight to the Freed guy."

"What do you mean?

"That Prince Wang, apparently Liddy liked it. He was dictating while dancing, and Fried was getting butched."

"What?"

I wave calmly to Will, who frowns.

I'm sorry I get tired so many times a day.

"I'm fine. The Fried guy can't possibly forgive you. I left at the right time... so I made a scene earlier."

"Complete."

"King Maximilian Prince seemed like he was just teasing at first...... thanks dubious clouds"

Will looked at my words as if he were surprised.

"... are you seriously going to be in love"

"Yokohama...... that's not a face of trouble. You said you found a handy tool for yourself, right? Liddy doesn't seem to like it, and as long as Freed's around, I don't think that's gonna happen."

"It would be obvious.... I hope you're okay with that."

"Sounds like King Maximilian Prince got a better spear first. Exactly. You didn't feel like either of us were going to set things up in that place. Thank God."

I get anxious even though I say it.

That look I gave you at the end of King Maximilian Prince.

When you get it, it's the face that's identified the prey.

It's unlikely that you're keeping it that way.

I only felt depressed if I thought there might be another war soon at worst.

"Liddy's guy... what a pain in the ass he's after"

"As long as His Highness is here, you'll be fine.... and me too. If there's anything you can do, tell me. If it's for her, I won't spare your help."

To Will, who insists strongly, I think this guy hasn't changed, so I got zero words.

"... I wanted Liddy to hear your line for once."

That way that hot nib sister on the boulder would have noticed the romance to the bully in front of this guy.

That's what I thought, but on the contrary, Will laid his eyes down sadly.

"... I've said it many times if it's a similar word. But it didn't seem to tell Liddy."

……

Out of the question. You didn't notice they said that much, sister!!

When this happens, I really can't help but feel pity for this man.

"... I'm sorry about what you say"

"No..."

I'm so sorry, as my brother, I apologized.

Apparently, I've decided on Will's wound, and I feel like I can't stay.

Wandering his gaze because he wanted to do something about the air that had become subtle, he saw a young man in the middle of the Great Hall, never seen before, brought in by the Marquis of Muller.

"... hey. He's not an example singer."

"Hmm?"

I thought there was a topic just right, and I just talked to Will and he looked up slowly.

"... oh, I hear stories from my men too. They sing rare songs."

"Apparently. You're a pretty good colored man."

The women who were in the hall noticed him and began to bother him in unison.

The young man, taken to the Marquis of Muller, his age with his father, was a good looking man in his mid 20s with black hair. The waste is eliminated, and the good looks go hand in hand with the nobility.

Hanging black edged glasses, he looked nervous somewhere, dressed in a black one-of-a-kind outfit.

Is that an exotic outfit?

A single black blazer around the waist of the collar fastens a black tie of the same colour and wears trousers in the same shape. Simple, neat outfit, but like a mourning, I thought so.

Marquis Muller begins his introduction of the man with the permission of the King.

Coming from a distant exotic country. The Marquis remarked his curriculum vitae as he continued his journey through the music of his hometown.

"His name is Theon. Theon Seto Evtaille"

Tilt your neck to the sound of the name.

Evertaille, a name used in the north of Talim.

I thought you were from Tarim, and I'll observe him again.

But nowhere on his face was the wound on his forehead, which was characteristic of the Talim.

The wounds that can be applied to boys at birth should be Tarim's pride.

The absence of it was also immobile evidence that he was not Talim.

With that said, he's tall, too. I thought it wouldn't look like a Tarim with a lot of sloppy body shape.

When I twisted my neck about what it meant, he quietly started singing with the king's permission.

――――♪――――♪――――♪♪

"Huh!!

My body hardened to the song.

Out of the way and my heart made a loud noise.

I'm so stunned, I can't even speak.

All I could do was stare at the singer.

I snapped like Will was impressed next door.

"It's certainly a song I've never heard. You're changing. Do you have any idea where it belongs?

"... no"

It was a plundered voice and full of answers to that.

I can't say anything.

'Cause I know. I know.

This song certainly doesn't exist in this country.

Naturally, they all want to be rare.

Then why do I know?

That's nothing more than because I've heard you sing.

Yes. Once in a while, but my sister was singing.

Only one person under a cherry tree in the mansion slowly mumbled the song with an indescribable cut face as he looked up at the full petals.

I was concerned about my sister's worried face, which was usually too healthy, and asked what song it was and what the point was.

But no matter how much I asked, my sister didn't answer.

It's not cute, I just smile and shake my head.

I was so impressed with my sister that I remembered this song once I heard it.

So, I get it.

That he was singing the same song as his sister.

"Alec?"

Will looks surprised next door but can't answer.

There's no way I can answer that.

I want to question him now.

Still, I knew there was no point in asking.

What did he and his sister think in front of him? He's someone else in red, and he shouldn't even know him.

I knew from the outset that I couldn't get the answers I wanted to ask.

Still, questions overflow from next to next.

Hey, why...?

How do you know that song?

Why did you sing that song?

Why... sing with the same face as my sister.

And you sing the same song as your sister - who are you?

You don't look like a mere civilian.

Its black eyes are inhabited by deep intelligence, and I can see that one way to sing is to learn something called how to charm the masses very much.

I felt my whole body swayed by the sounds of unceasing thoughts.

Time was running out, the song was over when I realized it, and the full applause was ringing.

He gracefully gives a bowl of grace. And he left quietly as if nothing had happened.

I couldn't speak up.

I didn't know what to say.

In the end, I just dropped him off at the back of a young man called Theon.