I sit on the wall in a triangle.
Keep your bent face forehead stuck to your own knees.
An objective part of me mocks me when I'm like a toddler who's been obstinate.
"... what about His Royal Highness's capacity?
"Unconscious"
"The military doctor says tonight is the night..."
"Oh no...! Oh, what the hell happens to us..."
Oh, May fly. annoying blurring gets in my ear.
Can't they even be quiet?
I just didn't have the strength to say such dissatisfaction.
"... shizku"
Voices descend from overhead. Linus' voice.
"... what is it?
I inquire without even raising my face.
"Your Highness has regained consciousness."
To that word, I look up as if I had been played.
"Consciousness of the Konrat!? Then..."
Instantly swollen expectations wither instantly.
When I looked at Linus' face, I couldn't help but understand that his capacity was not improving.
Your Highness wants to talk to you.
"Talk?... ok"
When I get up, I head under the contort.
I entered the room to be replaced by an elderly military doctor.
Pathan and close the door with your back hand.
So I slowly walked over to bed.
"Hey...... What are you... looking at, Lilka Mouse?
"That's our dialogue... Konrat"
Conrad's face looking up at this one showed a definite dead minister.
"What's the story?
"Oh. Right... apologies and stupidity...?
"Why are you questioning me?"
Until this time, an unusual and floating attitude is a ridiculous one.
I smile slightly.
"Sorry... good for you. I ruined everything by hitting it bad."
…………
"Oh, it's a shame. I ended up in Heinrich..."
A painful face to see, a contort spinning words.
"You don't have to force me to talk to you, is it painful?
"Sort of. But... you're the only fool I can say..."
I've heard it before. Reasons to fight for Konrat.
It is neither for the righteousness of the king nor for the people.
Just that it's a personal reason why I don't want to lose to my brother.
Certainly such a selfish motive would not be something that I can tell those who go to the battlefield of life at his command.
So only I can be foolish......?
If you can't help me anymore anyway, even with the pain, but would it be better for him to make me throw up stupidity the last time I think about it?
"Fine. If it's okay with me, I'll ask you as much as I want."
To my forgiveness, words overflow like a weir cut from the mouth of a conlat.
"Oh, I'm not convinced. Why do I have to go after the Imperial Castle? Why is my brother on the throne? Why would I lose to my brother, who wasn't supposed to take it? Am I inferior to my brother? No, it shouldn't be... then why? Why, why was he pushed away by luck the last time?... you still say that's heavenly destiny? Goho!"
Because you've spoken too much for a breath, or a contort that starts coughing up.
After a while, calm down, one last word zero.
"... why not? Tell me, Lil 'Kamouth."
That's how I turned my face aside.
But I saw it. Tears streaming down its cheeks.
I learn unspeakable anger.
Oh, I don't like it. I don't like this kind of contort.
I really don't like this weak look.
Although it is my selfish wish.
This guy should be like this until the end of his life.
Then what? Calm this guy's heart with words of comfort?
This me? Words of comfort?
It doesn't make any sense, you just throw up words on the upper side like that!?
Impossible. Such is what I most repel.
When I was still there. That's what I did before I met Mr. Fujido.
I don't speak such familiar language right now.
Neither would Konrat want that word from me.
Then what?
What kind of words do I hang on a contort right now?
That's... that's the word that clears his worries from the ground up.
It's the solution that opens this dilemma. It's the way to win the Konrat.
Rotate your head.
In it, strangely clear.
Quiet, but thoughts spin fast.
The pieces necessary to the desired answer pass your head in turn.
A prerequisite for winning...... the cause of war...... Annelie's letter...... and the story of King Persia with an extremely peculiar background.
Construct a solid path to victory that is extremely unstable and difficult to achieve.
At least I found a way to do that.
Yeah, but... Hehe, what a deviant hand!
But that's fine. I like that.
I guess the witch wants me to be one of those ghost hands correctly.
"It's too early to leak a cry, Konrat."
"Lil 'Kamouth, honey?
A contort with questions affixed to your face.
Lip in that ear.
And as I whisper, I'm going to talk about my last dedication.
Yes, a plan for us to win.
So, when I finished telling them everything, I gave them a demonic grin.
Smile like a witch.
The guy in the contort turns his frigid gaze like he sees a pettent.
Damn, you rude bastard!
Eventually, the Konrat groans.
"... will it work?
"I'll make it work."
"Right..."
The Konrat slowly reaches out.
"The boulder is my Lilka Mouse.... I asked for the rest."
Big and weak hands stroked my head.
Weak but still warm palm.
Isn't this against the rules? I almost cry out by accident.
Well, I didn't hate these hands.
Now they realize that.
Knowing my nature, this hand praises me...
The warmth that tolerates my irresistible humanity.
Yes, I didn't hate it.
Later that night, Konrat took his breath away to sleep.