Outaishihi ni Nante Naritakunai!!

The man ran out saying he was the man himself who was gone. Hear that, my gaze becomes sharp with nature.

- Here, I wonder what the answer would be if I asked you if you remember seeing me six months ago.

I felt like trying it, but I enjoyed it.

So if you get away with it, that's what makes you unable to grasp who you are. You're right to pretend you don't know.

But really, who is this man?

I'm going to break up with a man without even knowing who he is as it is. I was in a hurry if I didn't hear anything, even a hint.

But it doesn't go very well. This man is strangely good at his mouth, or he doesn't make himself understood decisively. Even if I ask a question, I try to make him talk to me.

- I know what it's like for women to talk about things.

They praise this one regularly and throw sweet words at me. And anyway, we're going to make it easier for you to talk about it. If you weren't careful, you could be talking to Bella Bella about a lot of things. It was a terrible talk.

- This is Hanitra.

If you're doing this with vegetables, it's scary, but maybe, but this guy felt like he was calculating.

Normally, you wouldn't notice. It seems that way because I'm the one who hung up suspiciously from the start.

As always, a man doesn't tell you any information about himself, and he just asks questions here. It was time to limit ourselves.

"Um..."

We have to manage to break the status quo. I thought so, I thought of a new topic, but a man opened his mouth first.

"Speaking of which, His Royal Highness Prince Wang of our country has recently been married, hasn't he? The righteous lady who became your partner was certainly from the House of the Leading Duke - who do you know?

"... Huh? No, unfortunately, I do not know Her Highness. I have no idea who it is. You're the one, don't you know?

I was surprised by the sudden conversion of the topic, but I lied sarcastically.

Instead of being faceless, he is himself. But you can't enlighten it.

When I told him I didn't know, the man looked so sorry that he could tell over the mask.

"Oh, did I? I have no idea. Not really, because it's something that doesn't go up to the royal castle. I wanted to know what it would be like to be drowned by His Highness Friedrich."

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you."

- Liar.

I felt terribly cold, and I was looking at a man. The man is lying. 'Cause if it's my intel, Marianne said she talked a lot. Information is information even if there is no other love story. It's a good thing I didn't know anything about it, listening to that.

- Did this man want information from me about Princess Wang?

I don't know why.

This man has heard a lot about me from afar trying to pull my own information from earlier. I must have done it all. Why did he suddenly shake the subject of Princess Wang?

- Failed? Could they have noticed who I am?

……

The moment I realized the possibility, the cold sweat kept running down my back.

The expression intensifies.

Instead of grasping who they were, on the contrary, I thought I might have been enlightened about who this one was, and I bit my lip.

- No way. But...

"What's up?

"Yes, no......"

"You have beautiful purple eyes moisturizing. If anything happens, I'll talk to you."

"... Fine"

Saying, take a step back.

If I had been known to be the Crown Princess.

If it was "Princess Wang's Talk" in the sense that we know who this is, it was a bad idea to stay here.

- Retreat, I guess.

It was a shame you didn't know who the man was, but you should leave before they say something decisive.

Purple eyes, I was also curious to be told on purpose. Purple eyes are rare, but I'm not the only one. But when I'm told to be emphasised, I still think they're noticing.

Besides, I was just convinced that nothing had come of it.

I don't go deep.

So I decided, and I opened my mouth to say goodbye to the man.

It's late today, and I'm going to pull it up. It would be nice to see you again. I was about to say a word that wasn't even in my heart, and I noticed that people gathered in the dance hall were strangely obsessed. They all have a uniformly surprising look on their faces, and for some reason I've seen this one - no, the man next to me.

"? What could it be? Though I seem to see you."

"Come on......"

Sees a man wondering if he has any idea. The man shook his head sideways saying he didn't know.

Everyone who was looking at the man started looking in a different direction this time.

Is there anything?

I was curious, me and the man, too, followed their gaze.

"Ah..."

Unexpectedly, there was a voice.

"Shh..."

Notice what they were watching, breathtaking.

There was a Fried standing there who wasn't supposed to be here.

"... Huh?

I'm surprised I can't carry on two sentences.

Fried had magically changed his hair to black, as he had done before when he came to the masquerade, wearing the same golden mask he had then.

When was it prepared? Black night club clothes were also not in the same dimensions as what I was wearing that day.

……

He grinned at his mouth and slowly walked toward us.

Everyone, clear the way like Freed's barometric pressure. I had to vacate it.

'Cause he was more prominent than anyone else here. There's too much difference in presence.

Thus, face to face, everyone realizes. The man next to me now says it's fake. I felt in the air on the spot that everyone on the field understood that Fried was the real thing I was six months ago.

……

I turned my gaze to the man who was cheating on Fried, not to be noticed.

He looked at Fried, his eyes wide open, and he was obviously cramping his mouth.

"... you're lying, right?

Unconsciously zero words.

I realized this was his nature in a completely different language than he ever had.

Freed doesn't look in a hurry, he definitely comes to us every step of the way. The movement and atmosphere that even the king can afford is just one word, but even then he knew he was suppressing it.

Because prince-mode frieds are even more amazing. That's how unfamiliar people can be reflexively flat. In fact, I've seen the scene several times.

I know the man wanted to run, but there was no way he could move with everyone's gaze gathered, and he stood up like he was stopped sewing on the spot.

- Excuse me.

A low, sweet voice sounds.

Standing in front of us, Fried turns his gaze to the man.

Those with eyes of the same colour, with masks of the same colour, did for a moment appear to me as if their eyes were one another.

What did Fried think to make him look like on this occasion?

I don't know how he's going to behave here, but I'm pretty sure Fried came to help me, so I figured I'd fit him in anyway.