Outaishihi ni Nante Naritakunai!!

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It's been a long time since my whole family had dinner and I came back to my room.

I just felt like someone else's room even though I was away for a few months. I couldn't calm down enough to say that all the books in the bookshelf, the dresses in the closet and the jewelry boxes in the cabinet were my own.

"Was this room so big..."

If it's just the size of the room, Fried's private room is so much bigger. Yet for some reason now, this room was bigger and felt empty.

"I guess it's because there's no Fried..."

I'm seriously ill because I think I'm lonely even though I'm only away for one night. The same was true when I stayed in my mother-in-law's room, but even if the day is good, the night is really looking for loneliness, and I think about Fried.

Fried. My fiancée.

In the meantime, on his birthday, he turned twenty-two. I didn't celebrate the country, but sometimes it was my lover's birthday, and I tried so hard.

I remember that time. It reminded me of Fried's delightful smile in a chain and made me miss him more.

"... ha. I don't feel like I can sleep."

"What is it, princess? You miss Prince Wang?

"Wow...!

It was Kane who suddenly appeared in front of him. I didn't jump off the ceiling. I was surprised, though, that you probably flew in using secrets.

"Duh, what happened... on a night like this... could something have happened?

I didn't expect Cain to come, so I asked him hastily, and he shook his neck to the side.

"Different. I'm the princess's escort. What a dangerous time for a princess at night. Prince Wang told me never to lose sight of you."

Fried's name came up and I blinked.

"Freed?

"Yeah, he said to take a good escort. You don't have to tell him to do it."

It was Cain complaining, but that face isn't complaining as dissatisfied as it sounds.

"... you're pretty close, aren't you?"

Nodding that it was a good thing, Cain frowned at the center for some reason.

"No? We're not close, we just have to cooperate because the princess is impotent."

"What's impotent..."

Continuing with my daytime father and brother, I thought I was going to be terrible, but Cain said it in the face.

"It's not impotent. If so, trouble physique? The princess is just walking, and she's gonna catch all kinds of trouble, right? I'm sorry to get used to being royal, but that's not what I'm talking about. If we can work together, we have to work together."

"Uh... uh, yeah"

The last dialogue, he just asked me if I understood, and I got smaller and nodded.

"It's not something the princess cares about. I'll take care of it on my own over here, so do as the princess always likes. Mainly because it's second-rate to restrict behavior. Anyway, that's why I'm here to guard you. The escort at the princess's is excellent, but compared to me and Prince Wang, anxiety remains."

……

That's too bad for someone to compare to. "That's what I'm talking about," Cain chuckled, as he accidentally became silent.

"I'm on guard, so call me if anything happens. Bye."

"Ah..."

He disappears with words. It's the same ninja face loser job.

But it was also true that his appearance made him feel a little lonely but surfaced.

Tomorrow, you'll see Fried. I can't even just be depressed.

"All right, I'm back because of you, so let's do what we can only do here. When I get sleepy, I go to sleep. That's good, right!

I got back on my mind. I went to the bookshelf and took out a book I had only read along the way. When I turn the page with perplexity, it somehow reminds me of the content.

"Read this to the end and then go to sleep"

If I went to the library in the castle, I would have kept the same book, but I would have liked to have read this book that was in my room if I could.

I fell asleep in bed and glanced at the continuation of the book. It's a book I originally liked and aligned. I quickly entered the world of books.

My maid brought me tea, so even as I pinch my break from time to time, I read through.

"... was - interesting -. Speaking of which, there was some embroidery you left behind..."

Place the finished book on the bedside table. Now I remembered the presence of embroidery that I had left on the verge of making.

It was already midnight, but I'm really curious once I remember.

"… just for a moment, check"

The drawer was opened and the embroidery was removed.

"Oh, you've been sewing this far. Almost done..."

It was the handkerchief embroidery that was sewing, but it was near completion. If we work hard, won't we be able to do it by morning? And when I think it might be complete, I'm the one who can't make it into something I didn't see as it was.

"Just a little... Just a little... Look, I can do it right away"

Take out your favorite sewing tools as you say. I threaded the thread I had picked up for this embroidery into the needle, and when I started embroidering it, I became obsessed.

"Ha!"

He cut the thread, looked at the embroidery with a satisfactory finish and returned it to me. I look up at the clock in a hurry. Midnight...... or isn't it almost dawn?

"Shit. Seriously, it's time to go to bed..."

If we get into bed now, we can get some sleep, albeit for a few hours. But now I remember the existence of a nearly written recipe.

It's my secret notebook for writing recipes from my previous life. I'm writing and hitting as much as I can think of, trying to reproduce it one day. This, too, seems to have stopped in a bad way......

"Ugh... Ugh..."

Mumble. Once I was concerned, I couldn't do it anymore.

"... because you won't be able to sleep anyway if you keep it up, and if you just wrote a recipe for the almost written, that's the story"

I don't even know what I'm excusing myself for at the earliest.

But what's most troubling is that I'm too used to staying up late.

Current situation as if I was cuddling with Fried every morning. Sleeping comes after the night opens...... not much. I haven't fallen asleep since I slept well in the morning, but I definitely had a habit of waking up at night. Especially since I'm not even jerking off today, I have plenty of strength. Not sleepy at all.

"Shit... I didn't know it would affect this place..."

I took out the recipe book and pen even as I sighed. Confirm the parallax and what you have written.

"Yeah. Oh, you forgot this. I was going to make it next time. Oh, there's not enough ingredients for this..."

I'm going to do the writing as I say the bump. When it came to my favorite dishes, I couldn't help but get enthusiastic.

"Ma'am, are you awake?

"Ha!"

After all, I never let go of the recipe book until the maid came to wake me up.