The time is, when it's only an hour past noon.
There was a boy walking alone in the hallway of the royal castle.
Slightly dull golden hair with common green eyes in this country.
I can see that the clothes I wear are not gorgeous, but of the finest quality.
The quality of the clothes, given the boy's identity, was natural.
Because that boy is the king of this country.
Boy King Carl III walks down the corridor in an approximate, behaving suspiciously manner to the Lord of this castle, however.
The gaze running left and right with the kyorokyo is as suspicious as it sounds.
Actually, this boy king, he skipped class after lunch and was here.
That was the reason for the suspicious behavior.
For kids these days, even if they know it's necessary, studying is an abomination.
Even my raised mother's classes are hundreds of millions.
It was nothing but classes of unfamiliar surrogate teachers.
Unexpectedly, Carl stops and looks forward seriously.
Because I recognized the person walking in front of me.
Increases vigilance as soon as possible, but apparently realizes that the person is not a woman looking around for herself.
The person appears to be a man.
The surrogate teacher is also male, but he doesn't seem to be the same old teacher.
Carl relieves himself of his shoulder.
but realizing who the approaching man is, he smiles. I toughened it up.
"This is, this is ah, Your Majesty. You're in a good mood... I don't think so."
Sticky way to talk.
The Lord of his voice was General Regula, a skinny military man of poor blood color.
Carl hated General Regula.
That is also because he knew that his raising mother was unfaithful to General Regula.
"Well, I'm not in the mood... oh, I'm sure this time of year is class. I see. Oh, I'm out of class. Hey, sire?
"General Regula, it has nothing to do with Sir"
Carl replies more and more.
"Even if they don't say it that way that they pushed it away. Nothing. I won't scold you for that. Feeling heavy. If it's such a beautiful day, I know what it's like to let go of your studies and want to jump outside."
With that said, General Regula looks beyond the window that shines.
Carl also looked out the window.
Sure, well sunny, pleasant weather.
"Even so. Instead of scolding me, let's even have sympathy. Pathetic, Your Majesty."
To the words, Carl returns his gaze to General Regula's face.
"Pathetic? What else is pathetic?
Carl asks back in surprise.
Because the words of Admiral Regula were not roughly against the king.
Admiral Regula spooked.
"I would have played fully under that day, like Shirai's kid. That's what keeps me prisoner deep inside such a royal castle and deprives me of my freedom. What can I say but pity?"
"General, say what...?
General Regula overlaps words, not caring if Carl gives a surprise look.
"His Royal Highness the Regent also does sinful things. Tie a child who has no edge or affiliation to the throne, and place him in his hand and mercy him dearly. Oh, what a terrible story."
The alarm rings in Carl's head.
I need to hear this story no more. He said he should turn his heel back immediately.
As such, it is intuitively understood. But General Regula's poison poisoned me, and I can't move like my legs were rooted.
To such a curl, General Regula, moves his mouth, step by step, walks over.
"Oh, you don't look great, Your Majesty?... Damn, you're such a smart kid, did you imagine the end of the story, to some extent, with fragmented information now? Here's a further hint."
Admiral Regula's tone changes dramatically.
Along the way, it was no longer a disgusting tribute.
"Theodora, what is that girl? Just a small surname, studying with you in the same seat as the king? The regents of one country themselves? Besides, that witch shows you how much she loves her last name. It must be past degrees, right? How about you? I do care and take good care of myself. But there's nothing else. You've felt it yourself, haven't you? In those eyes, the colour of guilt is hidden. What do you say, look for your memories, you know what I mean, don't you?
Many of the words of the convoluted General Regula.
Carl makes his eyes black and white. In my head, my questions go around like a storm.
While drowning in such a sea of thought, he was walking right in front of General Regula.
Carl trembles and trembles.
- Sizuk! Shout out his asylum-seeker name inside.
But his asylum, Shizukuishi, was still far south of the battlefield.
In an attempt to, General Regula re-tones his tone.
"Did you get an answer to the question? Come on, Your Majesty, it's time for an answer match. Let me tell you the truth."
Admiral Regula leans his own mouth in Carl's ear as he turns his back.
And poured the poison directly into it.
The woman, aware of her uncertainty, runs around the royal castle with a patter.
The reason for the constant lack of action was not to show up after lunch, looking for a king.
When I hadn't been in class for a long time, I noticed...
I didn't know you were going to do sapotage.
In that way, the woman exhales in her heart.
Problem behavior of this king in the absence of Shizuku, the regent.
It can be described as the supervisory misconduct of the women, who were entrusted with the care of their surroundings.
Shizukuishi won't punish the women just because of this.
Still, in her, it's inevitable that she'll have a bad heart test for the women.
That makes the woman feel heavier.
Witch that she is from a distant country.
Buying that anger was a terrible thing for the ladies.
The woman turns around the corner and moves on to the hallway leading to the less popular compartment.
That's how I found a small hindsight.
"Ah! Your Majesty, here we are! Your Majesty?
The woman rushes over to the bottom of a curl squatting with trembling in the center of the hallway.
"How did you do it? Add or minus…"
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"What?"
"... lying, lying, lying, lying"
Karl repeated rumors about how he paled his face and wasn't here.
"Heh, Your Majesty!? Hold on! Whoa, somebody! It's important! Somebody!"
With her voice up, the woman hugs the little body of the boy king beside her.
In its arms, the tremor, as if exposed to rain and snow, never stopped.