A number of major incidents broke out in the rear palace at the end of the social season, perhaps in history.
The Royal Palace Night Club was held to mark the end of the season as the punishment of the nobles involved was announced one after the other and the investigation was still ongoing.
In a strange tension, the invited nobles, one after the other, show themselves in turn from those with low titles. The barons and the Viscounts, as well as the Counts' invitees, roughly all came out, and the entrance was knocked around.
"Crester, Count......"
"It's Count Crester's house. The Counts are all here."
"... do they not have the concept of shame while doing so much"
Though he was turned to a good and evil stare, Dualis, now Count of Crester, and his wife Elizabeth, as well as his sister-in-law, Edward and Dualis, Fione, settled into a reasonable position with an unfamiliar face.
He spreads his fans and hides his face, laughing as Fione shudders funny.
"I expected it, but such an obvious reaction is not fresh."
"I just tried the criminals according to the law, but I didn't think it would get any worse."
It was Edward who answered softly, almost voiceless. It is obvious that I am fed up with its fruit, although I am fixing up the flair of enjoying the place of nightclubs.
This one looked like a fun-loving aunt to me, and Edward turned a frivolous eye.
"My aunt is a good swallower."
"Right. I'm half outsider. It's fun to see how the old lesson of" If Crestor gets on the surface stage, he'll get more bad reviews "has actually been made."
"I thought so too there. I just made a grand statement about the truth on the stage, and I wonder why it leads to bad reviews."
"Mostly all, isn't it because of Duer's face?
This one also hid his mouth with a fan, and Elizabeth joined the conversation for a rest. Fione smiles bitterly and Edward sighs.
Speaking of Teng himself on the subject, he was surrounded a little further away by the usual 'Crestor wanted surveillance figures'. As a matter of fact, for the Crestors, they are more alert-looking than those who openly dislike themselves and pluck into fights, who want to open up and lift them to The Evil Emperor. Although there is still a possibility that the former may be known by speaking, the latter recognizes this one as' evil ', because it even tries to feed on private personal greed.
Edward glanced lightly over his shoulder as he watched Dualis enter work mode.
"With your father, we're not pressing for unscrupulous punishment. Using the position of" Father of the Red Rose, "it would also be possible to weigh the sentence with some pressure, but we have reserved it only for" advice "from" Director of the Data Office of the Inspectorate ""
"That's what we know because we're on the scene, and if we look at the deliberation floor from a remote location, it just seems like enough pressure for Duir to be in the same seat as them?
"Some of them voluntarily returned their territory or offered their possessions to others who had decided to dispose of it. Because if you don't know what's going on," Count Crester secretly threatened them in the back. "
"When do you have time to cage them in the royal palace from morning to night and threaten them..."
"That's why I don't know until I've seen it properly."
To Fione's relentless allegations, Edward sighed this time not to find out all around him.
- Since the Count Crestor family moved for the first time in roughly one hundred and fifty years in a setting called the 'House of Lords', which remains in the true history of the Kingdom. Despite showing 'only decent things to say' in front of most aristocratic principals, the topic of aristocratic society is, for some reason, an enhanced version of the rumor from the source: 'If you turn the Count Crester family against the enemy, it will be crushed'.
Although the rumors themselves are not wrong, the Crestors are not wacky enough to wipe out the rebellious. It is only natural that opinions conflict more than each has a claim.
The Crestors move only if they are harmed. That is also the only two, if to a large extent, when the people of their own territory are disadvantaged by power to the nobility of the margins, when the people of the clan are exposed to the danger of their lives by cowardly means. If I tell you, it's self-defense, but even this time, how can 'all thought circuits fall out', 'they're instantly erased', 'retaliatory' exactly 'evil' be a dick?
Perhaps, as Elizabeth and Fione put it, 'it's mostly all because of his face', but this is all Edward wants to say as the next Earl.
"Father, you said it right on the council floor." Leave the harmless rumors alone, but if they get their hands on it directly, it moves, "he said.
"Anyway, with the power of that face, it wasn't converted to, 'If you're just a mouthful of raw people, well, you don't miss it, but you actually think you're going to leave out all those who try to expose our evil'?
"The evil thing was working there..."
"Because there is only a handful of people in a position to confirm that vast pile of evidence, the stranger can assume that 'Crestor made up false evidence to chase down those who stand in their way'. Exactly, though I must say congratulations to the head owner."
"If we're all done here, the pile of evidence is Volts and, most importantly, Juke. Doubting the authenticity of the evidence may be accepted as a counter-argument to the King and the Chancellor"
"Because I know that, I guess ostensibly there is no voice against their disposition. Only to be whispered in the shadows and whispers.... Originally, though that's what rumors are about"
Elizabeth said quietly and Edward nodded as well. I'm not going to deny it either because 'Crestor' is in a position of nobility that doesn't look good in order not to miss hearing those 'shady' voices.
- And the hall, which had been noisy ever since the Crestors entered, followed in a different breeze than earlier. Soon the time had passed, and they plugged it by the time the side rooms showed up.
The girl, who was acting with her friends, endured diligently wanting to sigh at the distinguished aristocratic history in order to avoid being evil noticeable by herself and slipping into the hall subtly, as usual.
"... I'm sorry. Dear Lidil, Dear Nasha"
"Oh, it's good. When we get here, let's just stand out, shall we?
"I can't say until yesterday today, but it was last week this week. Master Shayla, I'm a celebrity."
"I wanted to be famous, I didn't make a move..."
It was both the impossibility of standing around where he was kidnapped and his return to the rear palace at full speed, as well as his selfless obsession and direct judgment of those at the apex of the rear palace, who rode with him into the Lordship Council. It's all because I didn't want to mourn one of my loved ones.
I mourn Dee for myself, I didn't want to see such a future.
Above all - because I didn't want Dee or his death to be carried by one who stood honestly everywhere, carrying his own past.
From council day, she thinks of him working sparingly while sleeping, and her heart shakes.
I wanted you to sleep when you had time to come to the rear palace, so tell me so through the chief lady. Honestly he replied, "Okay," and really until today, I haven't seen him.
Try to annoy me, suffer. - Still, will he want himself?
Rather, since we met in the summer, until now. I think it's what makes me dream that he kept thinking of himself and waiting for me without changing.
The other one said he might have stopped waiting. Supporting her, who is likely to be so backwards, are the words of her favorite best friend, who stopped hiding her face and voice at the border on Congressional Day.
"Why isn't Shayla so confident about Her Majesty when she's so embarrassed to open it to me?
My best friend said that to her when he revealed his heart. If I give it back to my friends and one of my favorites, 'Is that what it is?' and tilted his little neck properly and laughed.
'You don't have to worry, because it's impossible for His Majesty to run anything else as far as Shayla is concerned. Now I'm telling you, His Majesty started using his head on Matomo because of the presence of Shayla. Instead, if Shayla abandons you, can't that guy get back on his feet?
'... could it be?' Cause His Majesty has Captain Swan, and even Dee's brother. '
'That's what Shayla just said,' not like one of my friends'. - It's okay. 'Cause if His Majesty made a fool of himself to wave Shayla, I would use any hand to make Shayla the happiest in the world and make His Majesty regret that the fish he let escape was oversized'
'If Dee will marry me, maybe that too...'
"Yeah, you know what? Exactly because same-sex marriage is not allowed under current law '
She laughed jokingly, and that's how she entrusted her best friend with a certain 'message'.
- Eventually, a fanfare sounds announcing the start of the night club.
It was Deanna Crester, the tentative 'King and his wife', King Juke and side chamber 'Red Rose', who showed rapprochement in front of nobles throughout the country in Parliament, who showed up with spectacular sounds.
The other day, the laughter of "Red Rose" was so flamboyant that I didn't think I was going to be beheaded as a "Big Sinner". The way he looked at the king and smiled at each other was exactly the man and woman who made sense.
From an elderly nobleman who saw those two, he said, "Will your son's hair be golden or silver? I'm looking forward to it" and other quick words come up.
"Thanks to everyone's efforts, our country can have a new spring. Mercy the grace of the earth with the people and hope to see you again next fall with its fruits in your hands - I hope you enjoy it today"
The music is played slowly at the same time as the roaring king's words come to an end. The first dance began when "The King and His Ladyship" proceeded to the center of the hall, surrounded by the aristocratic principals and wives who were the Lord around them.
Circular music (waltz), in which a man and a woman dance together, is close to each other and is blocked by ringing sounds. If you whisper, you don't have to worry about the conversation being heard. 'The Red Rose' spoke to the King as he took steps in his undistorted footsteps like an upstream nobleman.
"Aren't you tired?
"Right. If it's true, it's not if we're dancing here. Uncle Crester scolded me for saying it was important to rest too"
"It's a night club that closes the season. In a way, this is your job, too."
"... for someone who acted as the" proxy for the Queen, "in a way, it would be the job itself"
To his kind of care, a scary face and a favorite girl on the back, smile quietly.
"If you say that, the whole time you're stationed at the Royal Palace will be at work. It's not just a sense of duty, so you don't need my attention, do you?
"If you forget your concern for me, I'll go back to being selfish and arrogant again."
"... well, it hurts that I can't deny it all there"
It's a very cynical conversation, but for what I'm looking at, it just seems like the king and 'Red Rose' are wasting their time talking to each other during the dance. It is a well-known fact that the king was chased at the end of the earlier council and too busy to take time to go to the rear palace, and this is, no matter how you look at it, a diagram of an endless exchange of words between thoughtful young men and women whom you have met for a long time.
but Deanna, of course. Juke doesn't realize we're making such a misconception around. It's true that we're wasting time, but it's ironically only during this dance that other people don't ask us and essentially just the two of us talk. If we have to end the necessary conversation in just a few minutes, it would also be natural to waste time.
Juke exhaled deeply when each reported briefly on the state of the royal palace and the rear palace, and the song also plugged to the end.
"This is the kind of commotion I'd like to make if I could..."
"To do so, Your Majesty must marry Her Majesty."
"Other HR?
"I'm not a human resource person. I, too, will not be able to leave the rear palace for long unless Your Majesty chooses the Queen. I'll tell you what, if we talk about" keeping the Red Rose to the Queen, "I'll do everything I can to escape."
"Okay, don't stare at me like that. Even I want to welcome my favorite opponent to the Queen. I think it's preferable that it is, but it's still not about the feelings of men and women."
Hmm, nodding, Deanna makes a final confirmation.
"By the way, it's Lady Shayla your majesty is supposed to be, isn't it?
"It would be obvious. Who else is there?"
I was satisfied with the answer I couldn't get my hair in between. Juke, who does not mislead his emotions, for better or worse, has no strays when this is the case.
Deanna slowly opens her mouth as she penetrates her best friend (which is why I told you) inside.
"- Actually, Your Majesty. I'm the one who keeps a certain message."
"... what?
"'In the middle of the night club, by the time the midnight bell rings -'"
Juke stood stunned as he couldn't believe the words he heard in his ear. I was just finishing the music so it's not unnatural, but if you don't return it to me soon, the next thing starts.
Deanna dared to step on Juke's feet as she left. Smile arrogantly at him as if she were a 'bad girl'.
"I did tell you."
"Ah, ah!
She swam out of the night club to play "I don't care about wet clothes" Red Rose, leaving behind a king who had a different and brighter look than she had earlier.
And the bell announcing midnight, as usual, makes its sound to the king's capital.
No one is surprised that he cannot see the king in the bustling halls as usual. Juke was alone, going down a hallway far from the noise in the hall.
At the end of the corner of the designated hallway stands a slightly outdated couch and in front of it -.
"... Shayla"
I've always wanted to see you, there was just one person.
Called by name, the girl looks back quietly.
"Your Majesty.... you listened to the message"
"Oh, you weren't listening."
"Yume?"
"The Red Rose told me that you were waiting here.... I thought you heard a fantasy that was convenient for you."
"Such..."
The girl - Shayla, slowly shook her neck to the side.
"If you're going to see illusions, you're going to be mine. It may be that His Majesty is here when he hears my words"
"Shayla......?
"I've been keeping you waiting. I can't admit how I feel. I couldn't help but get stunned and disgusted."
What are you talking about?
A large stepped juke captures Shayla's arm and draws her slightly more forcefully.
Without being frightened by the breathtaking Shayla, Juke held her tight.
"This is how I hug you. Do you think I'm a dream too?
"Hey, or..."
"I don't even hate it. If they don't like me, and I'm limited, it's me. Ignoring its existence while keeping the rear palace open, far from their mourning, he was immersed in the delusion that he was most unhappy. I didn't realize I was like that until recently, and I kept saying 'I like you' to swallow. - I know it all, and I can't abandon my feelings for it."
In his arms, Shayla looks up as surprised. At close range, Juke grinned bitterly.
"You'd be surprised, right? I know. Then I kept keeping the side room away from myself, and I really don't deserve to ask for it. The nobles say the survival of the country is at stake if I don't have children, but even if there is no such thing as a 'king', the 'country' turns. If you don't have a heir, it's a good story if you have a political system without a 'king' by the time I die. That way, you won't have to make a decision about the Queen."
"Have you been... thinking about that?
"What side of the room have I been tormenting, and I can say," Let me choose the Queen "? It's much more honest and solid to stay single all your life and change the way the country works than that. I know in my head that I should... and even if I look at the current situation where the people are becoming stronger, I think there is a more beneficial way for the country than for the royals and nobles to monopolize politics (that is)"
Juke gently strokes Shayla's hair.
"Know it all, but know you like red roses better than me, but you deserve it.... If you really wish me happiness, more than me."
"- Please don't!
With a sharp voice, Shayla blocked Juke's words. Shayla clings to me in the arms of Juke, who stopped the words in surprise.
"Are you going to give me back my interest?
"Interesting, eh?
"Because I used to say, 'What the Queen Deserves is a Red Rose'. Likewise, Your Majesty, you want me to marry someone else?
"There's no way!... I want to talk to you about how you can't, just listen to me till the end."
"I don't even want to hear it under the assumption. Why are you so, so self-inflicted? Is His Majesty going to dedicate the rest of his life, everything, to his country and his people?
Straight to the point, Juke laughs quietly.
"Shayla. That's what kings are all about"
"We will not deny it. But that's why His Majesty should not have to give up until His Majesty's … 'Master Juke' happiness"
"I'm the one who made those people unhappy?
"Don't underestimate a woman too much. We are not weak enough to abandon our lives as' unhappy 'with a little difficulty. Your Majesty may have certainly made us struggle a lot, but making it unhappy or happy is one of our hearts. At least I don't think I've been unhappy this past year with so many friends and dear best friends."
Shayla can't stop saying if something's switched on. In return for the juke that rounds her eyes, she spins words.
"It is you, the King, who can decide how to lead this country beyond this. But whatever 'country' they create, don't kill 'Master Juke' for it. - My favorite, take you."
"... Oh, Shayla, now what?"
"I like it, it is. I'm sure, a long time ago, about you. It is equally important to me that you, the 'King', and just 'Master Juke', who is desperately trying to stand trembling at its weight.... whenever I knew you, I liked you before I knew it."
There was force in the arm I was turning on my back. When I realized, I was strong and deep, holding Shayla in my arms.
A thin arm holds the juke back, modestly but without hesitation.
"... shouldn't you?
"Huh..."
"Don't you think I want to make you... happy, Master Juke? I know it's treacherous. But I never thought I'd love someone this way, just be happy with that feeling, and be happy about that one for what I got."
"Shayla......"
"I don't want to throw it away, I don't. Killing feelings was really hard and painful. If you struggle in the same way, from now on, you want to make use of this feeling and struggle for the future, I..."
The voice, which was strong, gradually wet and shriveled. Knowing he was crying, Juke stroked his hair to give up.
"Don't cry, Shayla"
"But... I still wondered if it was too late"
"No.... no"
Again and again, shake your head. I gently peered into Shayla's, wet spring sky eyes.
"I can't believe it. I've always had to bump into selfish feelings."
"Such. Your Majesty has always been kind."
"... call me by first name, Shayla. If you think it's important that I'm not the king."
"Juke, Sama"
"Aim, will you? It's with me, the future. - Even if I wanted the Queen, wouldn't I be offended?
"Do you want me next door?
"I should have said it all along. All I wanted was Shayla."
Crying, Shayla is.
Happily from the bottom of my heart, it laughed beautifully.
Laugh at Shayla, who is extremely impressed and can't return words and can only snort, and Juke as well.
"Thank you, Shayla.... I love you."
Slowly narrowed the distance, on its poor lips, with a soft mouthfeel -.
Nah, the walls of the neglected hallway where the love scene is unfolding. Through it, in the hidden passage.
"Ugh. Your Majesty, you're fast."
"... the prince kisses the princess. Congratulations, though, are a classic of the story. You don't have to make promises this far."
"Is that, Dee, grumpy?
"I mean, I'm grumpy, I can't wait. It's not a peek at other people's romantic situations."
"Dee said you were worried about getting it together and you wanted to see it, right?
"Well, that's true."
The side room "Red Rose", which likewise sneaked away from the night club, and the secluded "Lion", which was not only in the rear palace, but also for the price and everywhere, shared their thoughts of their own accord.
Contrary to her appearance, the girl she really likes is senseless guilty of inadvertently witnessing the love scene between her best friend and the king. He shifted his eyes from the peephole and sighed away from the walls of his heart.
"Shayla told His Majesty how she felt, and that was really good. Good, huh?
"Yeah, yeah. Finally, the air changed all at once."
"I'm not proud of you, but I've never seen a kissing scene or anything"
"I thought I saw the play and it's time to flush it. Good for you, it was ironic, but it fits well."
"Although I did fit in.... I was wondering if it was still far away from 'Then they lived happily ever after'"
"Uh... there, hey. Because Shayla still has a lot of work to do to become the Queen."
Raised as the daughter of a merchant in one way or another, Shayla still hasn't worn enough hattering to work with the upper classes, even if basic courtesies can be managed. If you're going to be the Queen, you're going to need the education you deserve.
And Liliane of the Marquis Landrose, the head of the extremist conservative, is still sitting in the rear palace in that "Baroness from the Emerging Aristocratic Family" named Shayla becomes the rightful queen.... I'm sure the mysterious' enemy 'who doesn't show up won't pull back like this either.
As long as Liliane is around, the present 'Red Rose' is - Deanna cannot leave the rear palace. There's an equilibrium now, because the insane Countess named Deanna is the Red Rose. She can still suppress Liliane's behavior because it doesn't matter what she does if she's out of common sense to exist or act. If Deanna leaves the rear palace, no matter how capable Mrs. Magnome is, it will be difficult to contain the 'Peony' and the radical conservatives behind it.
"The promise..."
Unconscious and inadvertently zero words surprised the person most. Shut your mouth, but you won't go back to the words that came out.
In the narrow hidden passage, Kai, who was close enough to touch me, didn't have a wacko to hear the words.
He'll come back soon.
"What's the promise... I'm going to see the town of Shoji, that promise?
"... sorry"
"Why are you apologizing?"
"Because me. I've been keeping Kai waiting."
To leaning Deanna, Kai laughed like she was in trouble. He was gentle and held my hand.
"I'm not waiting."
"But"
"You've said it many times. I'm next to Dee, and if I can protect all of Dee, that's fine. I'll protect Dee, who's in the backyard, and Dee, who's going out of the backyard one day to see the wider world. It's" Dee "that counts, so I don't care how long it takes to keep my word."
"Kai......"
For some reason I wanted to cry and impulsively jumped into that chest.
An arm that puts a moment aside and always reassures me of flirting with myself, hugs me all the time.
"... Dee?
"Really, one of my favorites. Me, as dangerous as you think I won't protect you so desperately?
"Well, you're not stable, are you? But it doesn't really matter what I want to do to protect Dee."
"... what do you mean?
"For example, even if Dee was so strong that he didn't need my help, I would protect Dee."
"Why..."
"It's decided because I want to protect it.... because to me Dee is that much of a mourner"
My arm that holds me in pain is comfortable for some reason. Hang on, I closed my eyes.
(... I'm not sure yet about special 'likes' or anything like that. Kai is the only person who can hold me in this way. That's all, I know)
As Deanna shared her body temperature with Kai, Shayla was prompted by the juke, and it was signs across the wall that the two of us would leave the scene. Will we continue straight to the rear palace tonight because there is no particular need for a king for the opening of the night club?
Dropping them off, Deanna somehow unwrapped her arms and gazed at Kai and laughed.
"... Whatever it is, congratulations."
"Right. Isn't that a big step for the country and for us?
"Yep. I can't help but worry about what's ahead now, and let's be honest with you tonight."
"Oh, that's good. We're going back to the back house, too?
"Just a little off time, then."
The winter moon was quiet and gentle, watching over those who believed that the future was bright -
† † † † †
No indoor lights on at all, in a room somewhere. The moonlight that plugs through the window and the flames that blow up in the fireplace illuminate the whole thing squeamishly.
At a round table beside the fireplace, a man lined up a pawn on a playboard (board) placed on top and was interested in a game (game) in which the other person did not exist.
"The Carrerdo Chamber of Commerce is devastated. The demise of the Count Tandor family would force the shipping industry, which the Counts supported, to decline.... we need to stop the flow of gold so there's no rejuvenation."
The man who advanced the trick and the pawn stops his hand with a slightly bitter look.
"It still comes out, Crockett spinner. From the Count Keel family, here's something to watch out for. Emerging aristocrats with good performance are tough for less weak…"
The pawns that are arranged just in line in the absence of the opponent also move as if they were seeing the movement. He nodded, Hmm.
"With the departure of four of the 'Red Roses', the equilibrium of the rear palace changes again. Those four influences, including Tandor's daughter, who was not an emerging aristocrat but on the 'Red Roses', were enormous. The" Peony "also lost three side chambers, basically because there are no delegates out there except Miss Liliane. I have as many daughters as I can replace the three of them. On the other hand, the 'Red Roses' really need to review their position in the rear palace in order to fill Tandor and other holes..."
Cuts, tricks. Rhythmically by the hand of a man, the pawn dances on the board...
The man who stopped his hand grinned invincibly.
"If it doesn't taste weak, you can make it. Fortunately, Crockett has an oversized bomb."
The young man who drowned in love was an excellent pawn for all times...... and the man laughed and looked at the pawns bounced off the board.
"I'm sorry about Normard. I wouldn't have died so early if I had looked at the woman a little more calmly. My beloved woman killed me, so that would have made me happy."
Whimpering, the man puts himself in enemy formation, keeping a fuzzy eye on a pawn elephant of a lion. This lion is a pawn that only exerts tremendous power under certain conditions, but from its initial placement, it was considered a difficult task for even amazing players to activate the lion's conditions.
- Now. The 'lions' of the enemy stand bravely in front of the diagonal of the 'princess', the strongest position that is even said to be impossible to substantiate.
Until now, the room disappeared from the man who had pawned with pleasure, staring abominably at the lion.
"The only 'pawn' that eliminates blind spots by knowing love, rather than drowning in love and breaking himself down?... Truth, you weren't the only one who could read it. I didn't know you had that much spiritual power. You deceived me. I'll only praise you for that arm."
Trying to move the 'lion', the man's hand stops. As if he realized it was impossible to eliminate, his hands wandered on the board.
Now he reaches out to a new pawn, housed in a box (case).
"If you can't move the Lion, you can move the Princess. No matter how much" lion "thought, it is only natural for the world to be bound to the prince, East and West, now and now."
Slowly, a man's hand touches the 'princess'.
"Wait, Deanna. Now it's time to get you out of that place."
In the darkness, 'pawn play' that no one knows goes on -.