The poison that General Regula infiltrated with malice.
That's something to Carl's young mind, not very, but unbearable.
The poison poured in gradually erodes the mind.
If you deal with it quickly, you may have done the same in time.
However, the person who might have been able to do so, Shizuku, returned to the royal castle three weeks after the day the poison was poured into it.
It was enough time to pass for the poison to spin off into Carl's heart.
"Something wrong with Your Majesty?
Returning to the royal castle, he parrots back the words of the first woman chief.
"Yes, I've been blocked in here, and it's not always there."
I twist my neck. That kid's a boring kid blocking in? What happened to them?
"Perhaps you and Master Sizuk will be separated for a long time and blocked?
Theodora beside me says something like that.
"Huh? For that reason?
Theodora snorts in her face at me with a strange voice.
"Yes, I miss you too, Sizuk, for a long time."
"Really?"
I get kind of embarrassed and scratch my own cheek.
Hmm, when you say this directly from the front, thank you very much.
"Quickly to Your Majesty. I'm going back first."
"Yeah? Why don't you have Theodora with you?
Theodora smiles like trouble at my voice of such doubt.
"Because I have been monopolizing Master Sizuk for a long time. Please, just the two of us.... if you don't show that much reluctance, your jealous majesty will make you your enemy"
"... Okay, I'll see His Majesty now"
When I say so, I proceed to the deepest part of the royal castle, the king's private room.
Behind it, the chief woman followed her silently.
Cuttlefish and crossing the hallway with a fast foot without a heart.
Hmm, I don't know, maybe I'm worried too.
No heart? Obviously faster than usual, right? Uh, embarrassing.
Somehow, I couldn't stop being embarrassed, and I got to Carl's room without exchanging a word with the lady chief right behind me.
Get half-hearted and look back at the chief woman.
The chief woman slowly lowered her head deeply.
I mean, she'll wait here, that's a sign of intent.
I gently open Carl's private room door.
Go indoors and lurk a little brow.
Inside the room, the curtains are closed and how dim.
And the pivotal fucking kid, apparently, is on the bunk.
The futon on the bedside is thriving.
... it's like a drawing cage room.
No, I've never been in a drawer room.
I feel like sighing, but I have to put up with it.
Slowly walking over to the bedroom, Po Sun and I sat down next to a duvet that was thriving.
"What is it, Your Majesty?
...... no reply. Looks like it's just a pull cage.
"What's wrong, Carl?
Pom pom pom, and I'll beat you up with a thriving futon.
After a while, a glitch, dull golden hair sticks out of the futon.
"Good morning, Suzuki-san."
A slightly pointed green eye reflects who I am.
"... you're home, Sizuk"
"Yeah, I'm home"
…………
Silence continues. With indescribable eyes, Carl looks at this one.
What's the matter with you? Something is definitely wrong.
I cough with Gohon.
"The chief lady was rubbing her mind. Something tells me you're depressed.... Something wrong? Can't you even tell me?
I reach for Carl's head as I speak in whispers.
Unlike Theodora, I hate this kid, so I don't usually do it though.
I stroke my slow, blunt blonde hair so I could do that to that girl.
"Hey? Talk to me."
"............ Sizuk already think about the rest of the marriage or something?
"Huh?"
What, marriage? What the hell are you talking about?
Suddenly, I don't even know why that word came out...
How does that lead to a reason to plug it in?
Still, Carl looking this way in the eye.
Hmm, no clapping, but this seems to be the core of the story.
... Ha! No way, this one! You even had your first love!?
Such a possibility overheads me.
As soon as I got there, I got upset.
Even I, the raising mother, am not married yet.
On the contrary, you don't even have a lover!
For a nine-year-old, are you out of sex! Really!
Grunt, no, but......
First love of the year, and even though we haven't even dated yet.
Suddenly, your thoughts leap into marriage?
... Even if you don't, this kid, the type with heavy love?
Shit. You wouldn't be a stalker man in the future, would you?
That makes me worry too.
This idea is not good for mental health.
Carl, let's put the stalker suspicion aside.
But I see, is the cause of the blockage annoying?
But isn't it serious to be in love?
Could it have been shaken already? Is that Broken Heart?
Hmm, hard.
Sometimes the problem with this hand, the boy is naïve.
But Carl's in love.
This is difficult, even in a political sense.
The marriage of the royal aristocracy comes first and foremost in political marriage. Love is second to none.
Uh, but if you're a sideroom or a concubine, you can manage...
Yeah, if that's the way it is, I might be able to do something about it.
I can't have a regular room, though.
Because Carl's main room has been decided from the beginning.
Hmm, I can't believe I'm dealing with this right now.
For the sake of Brokenhearted, heartbroken curls, do you want to give an unusual answer?
"... because of what you say about flying, it's hardened by accident. What, marriage? Naturally, I think of it as the marriage of a king of a country."
"... is that Theodora?
"What!?
Exactly, they say the normal rooms of the future, and they raise their voices of surprise.
How the hell...?
"Theodora? Right...... ugh!
"Wow! What do you do..."
When Carl strips himself of the futon he was wearing, he releases it here.
Turning the futon over his head, he looks up at Carl's raised eyes.
I've lost my word.
Look at the color in Carl's eyes.
It's a color that Carl has never pointed at me before.
But the colour of the gaze directed at so many humans so far.
- It's, it's, it's the color of anger and, you know, hate.
Carl looking down at this one, trying to scream something, swallows the words.
And when I turned my heel back, I ran out of the room.
We should have stopped. But I couldn't.
Carl's gaze made him feel like his chest was crushed.
Why, Carl...?
"Let it be, Your Highness Regent, that His Majesty has now popped up and gone?
The chief woman walks in like she's in a panic.
"Stand back, let me be alone"
"But..."
"Back off!!!!
"Hih! I'm sorry, too"
The chief woman lowered her head, shaking her voice, or shivering and leaving the room behind.
Leaning down, sitting on Carl's sleeping table, how long would it have been?
I slowly get up off the sleeping table.
Then take the spicy vitreous water spill placed beside the bedside.
Momentum, slammed against the wall. Gashan and the sound of destruction.
"Why! Who blew it!? No, in the first place, how did it leak!?
Yes, where the hell did it come from!?
The secret of the Magna royal family, the changer, the changeling!
What Carl said and did earlier, that's all I think I learned about this secret.
But it's crazy.
The only people in this country who know this secret are me and my accomplice Lily.
Even before Theodora was born, Lily chose a trustworthy, mouth-watering person, considering the possibility.
And when all the girls were born, they stopped talking hard, and on top of that, they saw each other and ended it.
So, there's no way anyone's messing with me.
... Lily betrayed you?
Stupid, what good would it do her to do that now?
As a contributor, she just can't do it either.
Then... Weren't they distorted, and they guessed the possibility?
This... could be.
After that prenatal crown, whether the child who was born was really a man or not.
It's not strange that some people have remembered that in doubt.
And this time, I don't know if it's a sickle or something, but it's been shaking.
Is that what you mean?
I finally get to the answer I'm good at.
Because it never clears my mind.
"... I'll kill you"
I put my thoughts on words as they are.
"I will kill, kill, kill, kill, I will find, I will kill you"
It's dangerous. I don't know who the bad guy is.
But he's clearly hostile to me.
He came at my steeplechase without hesitation.
It's dangerous. It's too dangerous. So......
So kill him. Kill him immediately. Make sure you kill him.
Before this body is ruined, it must, must be killed.
Oh, nostalgic emotions erupt.
That's a thought I always remembered nine years ago.
frightened of this self-threatening adversary and hostility. And a bright red intention to kill.
Nine years in peace, a red beast awakens who was sleeping fine.
I'm aware of that.
Oh, my grief.
I even remember my pity for the hostiles.
Because not a single human being who was hostile to me and didn't destroy me.
Even so, I will always, necessarily, taste no more ruin.
I looked like a fierce beast who had found prey, like a witch who had found toys to mock, with an abusive grin.