A room in the royal castle.
Warm sunshine enters through the window.
A glorious afternoon, smashing through its comfort, a pure rage echoes.
"Again today, just studying, studying, studying! Come on, man!
I stare at the fucking kid with the eclampsia.
"… Your Majesty, these studies, in uniting the country…"
"I'm tired of hearing that!
The son of a bitch in front of me, His Majesty King Carl III, has blinded my thankful words.
What! Something wrong with respect? If you care, you lose, you lose.
Ha, when I zero my sigh, I look back at the kid in front of me again.
The boy king, who turns nine years old, is the right height for his age.
It therefore takes the form of nature and overlooking.
But lately, this fucking kid king has grown tired of me looking down on him.
Because I don't have much. - For some reason, I shrug Kansai Valve in my heart.
Is that it? You want me to get on my knees and look up?
Like a kindergarten nanny would? Such a gentle, polite response from me?
What a joke. Ask the royal ladies for such a response.
"The rest are kings of one country! Nonetheless, I have done nothing king-like except boring rituals, festivals! It's not even funny. I'm just studying!
I mean, here's the thing.
The word of a fucking kid now tells the whole story.
Finally, about your age you want to stretch out. That's why.
Damn, could it have been the Regent's job to forgive the rebellious fucking kid?
Really, I'm not kidding.
"Now, I ask you, what is the king's work, Your Majesty?
"Well, it's, like, government or something..."
"Hmm. Administrative......"
"Ugh, um. Yes."
Clerical, clerical, clerical. What's a clerical job for a nine-year-old, that?
The more you rely on a kid like this, the more the bureaucrats in this country rot!
I've decided, thoroughly, to defeat the fucking kid.
"... In one village, the crop doesn't grow very well. Therefore, we are in the midst of poverty. Come on, my God. Now, king, how shall we deal with this?
"Mm, mmm... Is there a rich forest near that village?
"Assume that there is no environment nearby where you can pick crops from fields and their alternative foods, starting with forests."
"Ugh! Hmmm......"
This is troublesome. Boy king roaring with such a face.
I'm twisting my head wondering if there's a good idea.
I loosen the sharpened bamboo just a little bit.
The current response alone is a little bit of an educational achievement.
I've often asked Carl and I questions for this hand question and answer ceremony.
Initially, this is it! I just insisted on a stupid opinion......
Nowadays, enough thought has emerged to confirm the missing settings first.
Well, that being said, I'm still understudied.
"And how's the specialty? There's some good specialty or something."
"It would be good. Suppose something that can be a specialty is in that village. Naturally, I haven't taken advantage of that before, so I was poor. Are you sure?
"Uhm."
Carl nods and shows one.
"Now please list the measures that will be needed to create a new specialty industry"
"Become!?
Just when an unexpected question comes, Carl has a startling look on his face.
Hahaha, at this rate, I can't give a decent answer.
"Mmm. Orders the surrounding cities and villages to buy that specialty?
"... what a power activation. Yes, it is."
"What! So, what kind of a plan does Sizuk have!?
Red-faced, spitting Carl. It's dirty.
"Right. To start anything, there is an initial cost. You can't twist it out to a poor village. So let's finance and lend the initial costs from the treasury."
"Ah..."
"It is also the sale of specialty products and the development of their trade corridors. Until then, it's a poor village with no handle whatsoever. You can imagine the road to a big city or something around you is terrible. It's easy for merchants, such as merchants, to get by once you've built your way."
"Ugh, um..."
"Later, I would...... Why don't we use my connections and influence to promote things in the shadows and yangs? In return, once commerce is on track, some of the profits…"
"That's a back donation!?
Carl's fucking kid raises his bareback.
You're a rude kid. It's a legitimate reward for your help until then.
"Anyway, that's the place. Well, Your Majesty? You said you wanted to do your affairs, but you knew it was too early, didn't you?
"Gu......"
distort that look, as Carl bit something bitter.
"So, the future in which His Majesty is involved in government, what's its shortcut? Yes, I'm only studying."
"Ugh..."
"Huh?"
"Annoying, annoying! Shizuku's clueless!
"Hey! Stop...!
What a fucking kid let go of his study textbook and the books he had prepared!
When I turn back in panic, I painstakingly avoid it.
Butterflies footsteps.
Do your gaze over there in a position that stays out of the book.
The fucking kid was about to run away from the room.
"Um, fucking kid......!
I know it's dangerous! What will you do if you hit me!
Besides, boycotting your study time is good!
This Reiki regent said he was taking the time to do it while he was busy on purpose!
"Um, are you okay, Master Sizuk?
A bell-like voice rolls.
I turn my gaze to the Lord of that voice, in fact to the other student who was there.
At the end of her gaze, she looks like a grown-up girl.
His first name is Theodora. My last name, that is, my daughter who cares for me.
Age is nine, the same as Carl.
Because it was just fine, and she was always there for Carl to study.
It doesn't matter, Theodora.
"Good for you then. Um, then, the..."
Theodora makes me look at my face suspiciously and at those Carl runs away from.
Oh, I see.
When I was worried about Carl, who ran away angrily......
Just like chasing him, then he'll boycott himself too.
That's why I'm showing you this attitude.
Carl and Theodora were intimate because of the difference in identity.
Anyway, Theodora is my last name, Carl's guardian.
There are many contacts with something, and besides, the same age.
The same age is few within the royal castle. It was only natural for the two of them to get close.
A heart that cares about intimate curls and a serious heart that you can't skip class.
Between the two, Theodora seems to be in grip.
"Unlike that kid, you're a good kid."
That said, I reach for Theodora's head.
I gently stroked his Sarasa golden sand hair.
Theodora feels a little troubled while I stroke her.
Daimyo, 'Unlike that kid,' I guess you're freaking out about that word.
However, are you still happy to be praised, narrow your blue eyes as clear as a lake.
"The class is over. Theodora, can you ask for Carl?
"Yes, of course, Master Shizuku."
Laughing like a flower blossomed, Theodora, after a gratuity, chases Carl and jumps out of my office.
When I drop that back off, I shrug my shoulders.
I was alone in the office where the children left.
Silence from earlier haste to turning, to cold.
Surprisingly, my heart seems consoled by the presence of those children.
"That's a stop. It stinks like me..."
I, um, make stretches.
Thus, when he rises from the reception seat, which is transformed into a study area for the children, he walks over to the desk.
When I get to my seat, I go to the paperwork that had been interrupted.
"Well, for those kids' future, will I do my best now?"
If you squeal like that, you take the feather pen.
As such, he wrote and spelled letters in writing, sayingly.