Ring Ring

As I went down to the ground floor after finishing my morning duties, Roche, who was already there, looked up and saw Shiori.

"Something's shining."

Is Roche talking about more politely oiled hair than usual? Or about the lips you put on the oil pack last night? Or maybe it's about the face that tapped into the homemade lotion. Shiori blushed her cheeks lightly out of embarrassment.

"Tell you what, I'm just going to worship my hero Sama from afar today. It's no use letting them shine so many places."

"Wow, I know...!

They seem to say "too temperamental," and Shiori felt like going in if there was a hole. Unexpectedly hides lips that are plumped and firmed thanks to the pack.

Roche laughed mean after raising one corner of his mouth,

"Then go."

and stood up.

"Roche, you don't have to come."

"I don't know what I'm gonna do unless I keep an eye on you, you know."

The two of us leave the store talking.

As we approached the side of the boulevard, the voices of the lively people came into our ears. It melted into the morning bright air to orgasm the mood of poetry weave. It feels exciting and festive.

Sometimes the time for the parade was imminent, and the streets were already full of people. Nevertheless, the center is flat empty so that the knights can march, and people stand by both sides of the road.

There are a lot of stores out there, but it seems that it is not if they are selling things now, and the shopkeepers also let their stores go and mixed in with the pedestrian hedges. Apparently business starts after the parade.

The residents of the city don't seem to be the only ones here, they come from other towns to see the parade, and a lot of people dressed in their traveling attire.

Shiori also tried to get into the hedge, but as she forced herself to interrupt, she was about to get tongued from around her, so she lined up softly in the back most manly. The knights seem to come on horseback, so the face of the crust will be seen, even if not in the front row.

"Don't get sick of a lot of people"

says Roche, who stood next door. Shiori thinks it's rude to look at the side of him that lifts his hair like he cares, and be amazingly unsuitable in the morning, etc.

Would you have waited about twenty minutes? Behind the street, from the western corner with the castle, I heard a crisp trumpet and drums playing. At the same time, people cheer.

They both gained momentum while gradually approaching those with poetic weavers. As the surrounding people see the back of the street softly, the poetry weave is also attached to face the same direction.

The crust must certainly be in the lead. I recalled the information I had heard from the bakery woman and thrilled her chest. Even though I'm nervous, the music of the whistle squad makes me feel even higher.

Exciting people's voices loom like waves. The sound of a drum that could be played poked his ear, while the sight of a backstretched poetry weave reflected the appearance of a whistle squad. He's dressed a little flashy in red and green, and he's not riding a horse.

The very beginning of the line seems to be them, not the crust.

While slightly disappointed, the chest elevation remains intact, and Shiori sees a queue that follows. My uncle in front moves his head slightly, while stretching his neck to the opposite.

The next to come are the three knights on horseback. Each had a large flag with a different crest on it, but the poetry woven didn't know what that meant. I'll make a prediction as to whether it will be the Knights, the national and royal crest.

They were wearing heavy looking armor, not the knightly clothes known to Shiori.

but look at the mask that completely covers your head and face, then you don't know who it is! and driven by anxiety.

and at that moment --.

Suddenly the surrounding cheers grew so loud that they seemed to reach heaven. The air on the ground thrives for a while.

A girl in the front row of the hedge across the street grabbed a pink petal from the cage she had and threw it towards the street. A voice of excitement rises from those around you.

-- "Dear Crust!".

Shiori opened her eyes haha and peered into the street. My toes are suing my limits because I've been stretching my back, but it doesn't matter.

Before Shiori did his eyes, he was there.

"Crust... it's a crust"

Unexpectedly, a trembling voice spilled.

I have goosebumps when my pores all over my body snap open. Is this touching? The sound of a dodgy and pulsating heart echoes in your body and sounds slightly louder. I didn't know what it was. I sweated cold.

Crust was riding a white horse wearing ornaments and wearing a silver glowing armor. The mask is removed and held in his left hand, facing forward with dignity.

With the exception of the whistle squad and the flag bearer, he has slowly marched through the very beginning of the line. The other knights have also removed their masks and aligned themselves in two or three rows, following behind the crust, but Shiori's gaze does not move while keeping an eye on the leading man.

Became more grown-up than before...... I thought so. I felt the adult masculine calm surrounded him and made a stern face.

You seem like a different person from the man who was smiling at me in front of you, and I get a little lonely.

The icy sculpture-like neat appearance remains the same, attracting the beholder naturally. His gaze sucks in.

Without distracting attention from the loud cheers from the surroundings, the crust stares even straight, only at the front. The magnificent figure is just a hero.

While I saw it in its appearance, Crust came as far as the front with the poetry weave.

The distance between them is only a few meters. The moment I thought so, something suddenly boiled in the poetry weave.

All you have to do is look at the crust. You don't have to notice this one. I thought so, but now I can't contain myself like that.

(I want you to notice the crust......!

I want you to realize that I'm here, in the same world. Shiori strongly thought so.

I feel intense impatience and loneliness as the crust passes past me unaware of this presence.

I didn't think about how bold it would be to tear apart the pedestrian hedges and jump into the middle of the street where the knights march.

But Shiori was unconsciously taking her feet one step forward. I ran straight out and tried to scream the name of the crust out loud--

He grabs his arm sharply by Roche, who was next door, at the same time trying to take action.

It was unpleasant that Shiori could no longer move as she wished, and Shiori glanced back at her boss with momentum. His advice that we should not have connections with the Knights was completely out of our minds, and I was just angry that Roche was going to get in the way.

"Let go..."

"What are we gonna do when we meet again?

Without wishing to go through the poetic weave, which resists wherever he waves his arms, Roche stares behind the crust, which, as usual, is calm and distant.

And I thought I had shifted my gaze toward Shiori, and I said this with a cold voice.

"If 'maybe' is what you want, I'll smash it right up. That hero has a fiancée. They're the princess of this country."

The movement of the poetic weave, which was resisting, stopped perfectly, for a moment, even breathing.

"You're not lying. The customer in the back told me. Not yet published, but seems to be a known story among the nobles"

It took a terribly long time to understand exactly what the word Roche said meant. If you don't want to take that fact, it's because your brain is reacting to rejection.

(Engagement... the crust... with the princess of this country...)

Trying to swallow the sticky unsavory liquid, Shiori managed to take the word. Return your gaze to the crust you can already only see on your back, and forget to blink and stare.

My chest snapped.

(Could I still have liked the crust thing?

Shiori thought so blurredly.

No, I really think I knew. But even in me, I was afraid to expose my heart, so I just pretended I didn't desperately notice.

Same as three years ago, I like crust.

You're not the one who used to be in love, you're the one who still is.

That was the true meaning of Shiori and the fact that there was nothing I could do about it.

But now that I realize it, nothing will change. Broken hearts are decisive.

Even though the surroundings were as noisy as ever, the strange tranquility was spreading in the head of the poetry weave. The smaller and smaller crust eventually became invisible hidden from the subsequent knights.

Shiori thinks. Just as I still haven't forgotten my crust, I may have hoped somewhere in my mind that my crust hasn't forgotten me either.

Over the past three years, there have been mountains of encounters with heterosexuals. Because I'm a college student, I'm often invited to a concert. Because of the heterosexuality I knew there, I have been somewhat conveyed a favor.

But I didn't go as far as to date because I was still not forgotten about the crust.

The time of Shiori's heart has stopped three years ago when Crust suddenly returned to his world.

But the crust was different. Become a hero, get a fiancé, he's moving on.

I'm the only one who's ever stopped...

"Hey......"

With a slight roche voice and a cold feeling running down his cheek, Shiori realized for the first time that she was crying.

Roche's boneless fingers wipe his eyes hard. Seeing the look on his face, which was unusually upset that he was surprised by the crying, Shiori also embarrassed herself with tears in this place.

As I rushed to wipe my tears with my clothes sleeves,

"Soon the royalty will pass."

I heard a man who was nearby talking. The people who dropped off their heroes now awaited the advent of kings and queens.

"Can I see Princess Cattleya today?

Shiori unwittingly solidifies to the words she then hears, making her ears clear.

Princess Katrea is the fiancée of the crust......?

"I don't know, you weren't here last year. You know, reluctant for His Majesty to be brought here."

"Your Majesty loves the princess. Sometimes there are dead people. You don't like to show horseback riding matches, naturally."

"No, no, don't you just come here worried that the knight in the game will take the princess's heart away? As a father with a daughter, I'm sure of it."

The inhabitants of the city laugh and continue to talk.

"Look, it's His Majesty's carriage"

One of them lifted his finger, and the poetry weave was attached, and he looked ahead. He discovered a luxurious, bright roofless type of carriage behind the street, but Shiori lay face down before his gaze was set on the royalty riding there.

If Princess Cattleya had been on board, she would have been scared. I don't have the courage to see the face of Crust's fiancée. Because there is no doubt that Shiori is such a beauty as to be defeated.

A noble hero who saved his country, and a beautiful princess. Aren't they the right two?

Nowhere, such as the gap you enter there.

Let's go back to the store.

I meant to talk normally, but the voice I made toward Roche was shaking small.

Roche asked about Shiori, as he observed, and nodded silently. When they pushed Shiori's back, they shut up and followed the noisy boulevard.