"... hey? Not yet...... Huh,... ahhh... sad wow...
Of the devil, there is a groaning voice. It's my familiar voice.
Leaning against cold floors and simple walls, in this place where no light reaches either… just wait for time.
The more you forget the course of time, … forever, even.
... where are we...?
If you open your eyes, it will remain the same. There is only darkness.
... Oh... well,... I am.... Instead of the passage of time already, even my existence seems to have faded. It's unusual, but... I think it's the right time.
"Hey?... it's time for you to be honest.... Are you sure you're still seventeen years old? Now I really don't know where you are or what you mean anymore. Hey..."
Think with the devil's tall voice in your ear. … I, … what is my name. Think, try to remember.... Whoo-hoo, a little more, that's it... you said you were here.
Bishaah!
I can suddenly hang cold water over a cage. I stopped breathing for a moment, and a childish laugh echoed that I could take as outdoors if I waved my face.
"Good morning, now you may have woken up. Huh... hey?
Let the devil behave. Pull your mouth up like you've caused it to cramp, and let your eyes glow in purple flame demonically. ridicule me with absolute superiority and dominance, and… call my name, which I had forgotten.
"Uncle Vest.
... Vest.... Woohoo, yeah, that's my name.
I made an irrevocable mistake, it's my name.
Calling the name of my daughter in front of me, the grin pulled up even more. Make me jump "Good, you can still talk" as I gently step on the spot.
"Hey, Uncle Vest. You went out of your way to whip a tired body after Steele's birthday, and your niece came to see you and raised you, didn't she? Please be happier.
The queen of this country laughs as she includes a huffy laugh. Looking out of the cage at me, the former Regent, who would have seemed narrow and changed.
"Uncle Vest. Can you do me a favor for my lovely, lovely niece? Otherwise, your wife..."
"It's no use, it's... … you told me years ago that the threat would not work.
Speak clearly to her about her superiority.
A little frowning at my words, she pulled up her mouth again. "You did," he said, gently returning, but continuing further to regain his mind.
Yes, even shortly after I was locked in this cage, she told me that and threatened me.... but that blackmail will no longer work on me. Even if they kill me and the man of goodwill in front of me,... I'm sure there won't be a big shake on me.
"Hey? My treat,... it's that hard. I'm not just saying I want to be friends with my uncle.
"" It would be in exchange for a servant's covenant.... My answer will remain the same after all these years. I'm not going to make my special abilities yours.
Since Albert died, Rosa died... and she was only a young girl, she became queen. With that authority she pulled me down from the seat of Regent and shut me down here. Because even after her crowning, one of me kept pointing out and denying everything she said and did. She was not executed like the others, and the claustrophobia continued, not because she admired me as her uncle.... my, special abilities wanted.
From a few more years on, I even wanted a slave contract, but... I kept refusing. A contract of servitude would also allow us to live a more human life than we do now, and breathe the air outside. But that's unacceptable.
"You're wrong.
Clearly, I tell the queen of this country.
Again in my words she shook her eyebrows and only her pulled up mouth remained forced to solidify.
"Many times, forever, I will continue to flatter you. That's what neither Rosa nor Albert could do… my final role.
I will not forgive her alone.
Gilbert said he still continues to concurrently assume his official duties as King's Brother-in-law along with his prime minister duties. If he succumbs to her, and instead saves the people as best he can with that hand, then I will not succumb to her, but will continue to show for as long as this life lasts.
I tell her to finally shut her mouth to my words. As many words she has repeatedly told me every time she comes to me.
"You are wrong. Such a reign, will not last long. Collapse faster than your life.... and you've come to a point where you can't start all over again.
Gump, she kicks my cage with her heel feet. But I didn't mind continuing with her.
"I don't use this special ability for you. As long as I can make someone suffer any more, I will gladly perish here. That is my pride as a royalty.
That being said, she finally roughed up her voice saying, "I'm not stupid."
"At the corner, I say I'll use it for you, but there's a junior nobleman like you! Don't think it's like royal blood like mine."
I meditate my eyes on her voice screaming in frustration.... Oh well. I wonder if I was born of a lower aristocracy.
"Will you give up and kill me first, or will you be annihilated by the times and let me out of here first?... Either way, as long as you or I are alive."
"That's good enough. Wow, Uncle Vest.... we're the only ones who know you're alive anyway. So you're still not tired of it.
She carries her fingers to her mouth like a chew. I got my teeth up once, and then I sucked up and blew it. Piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii And it was also my nephew who showed up at the next moment… the style.
His eyes have always been dead since he was taken over by his adopted son. Staring at me and her expressionlessly, Style asked a word, "Would you like me to call you?"... I and he both know what she's going to order.
"As usual. Allow your uncle to be honest with you. You can't kill him, can you? Because he is my dear, dear uncle.
Nitaaaaaa... and giggles at me and she tells. I'll be back, I'll tell her. She left with Steele. With his shoes ringing at the crossing of his nose.
The old doors are closed and returned to a confined space again. As ordered by the Queen, Style, stretching his legs to the sword and whip storage that was beside him, looked at me and... stopped.
I dare ask from me the look of some hesitation.
"What's up, Style? Is it hard not to kill me now?
"... I've only received abstract orders this time. I just left like this, and it's only a few weeks before the Queen comes back to you anyway. You don't have to get hurt."
"The queen said," As usual. "What if it comes at first sight?... You're the one whose firepowder flies.
I dare you to scold him with affection for me. Then his shoulder strained a little and he looked straight at me.
Reassemble the restrained arms and legs, and the chains chatter and sound.
"You don't have to pity me. You are our victim.... because I took everything from you, young man.
Like I once was.... He was also adopted for his special abilities. At the time, Albert had also heard how much he refused to do so. Still, I couldn't do anything to him. One of me abandoned the past to escape grief, loneliness, and retrospective, and he… continues to suffer.
to my words. He took the blade in his hands in silence. So good, for the first time, his expression was dark and cloudy.
"... I wanted you to be happy. As I have met Rosa and Albert in the past.
Straight up, look up at him from me too. Rosa welcomed me into King's residence at the time when there was no place for me. And Albert.... so I was dedicated to the people and them all.
The cage is unlocked. Stile steps through the door that only opens when he is transported a meal. In that hand, he grabbed a sharp blade and approached me step by step.
"... Tiara, how are you?
"... Yes, I live in peace unchanged and uncharted of the outside world in the tower of separation. … yet, the Queen's interest is not right.
A heartfelt relief to the words that answered my question. Good thing Tiara's still safe. That alone will save you.
Stile's hand shook as soon as I exhaled. The tip of the sword hits the floor slightly, making a noise with the clatter. I know what's wrong, that he's already used to hurting people and... killing them.
Raising my face doesn't look good in the dark, though it would be partly because my eyes are already fading. "What's up," he asks shaking his shackles. Neither shackles nor shackles are connected just because they are blocked. One step closer to Stayle from me with a foot that hardly moves any more well, … his voice did reach my ear.
"Oh... you...,... if you stay...
I could hear it.
It was faceless. I don't know what he looks like. I was locked up without even being able to let him take over anything. Then, I'm sure, he kept me in charge of the current Regent by hand.
"How's Jill Bale doing?... are you still alive?
To my overlapping question, he nodded silently. When I asked him if he was working properly, he returned an answer that would clog him "I'm sure more than anyone else in my country".... good. Apparently, Jill Bale is helping me with the style as well.
Check that far and realize that time has already passed.
"Stail.... it's time to hurry. I guess I still have a lot of work left to do.
I don't have time for this. I know better than anyone how much and how hard I work as a Regent. If I told him that, I could hear him eating and tying his teeth. I reassure him that he is now hesitant to wave a blade at me like this, … yet, people's hearts remain.
If you think Style took a deep breath, slowly this time he shook up the blade. As the Queen commands, it hurts me.... and I'll take this blade as many times as I want.
But on the verge of him swinging the blade down, I remember something important. Style, if you call him by his name, his movements stopped as he swung up.
"... Happy Birthday.
Gilli, and the loudest tooth eating and tying sound ever reached my ear.
At the same time, he replies with a voice that seems to disappear, "... thank you... eh".... on a corner birthday, only to tarnish him with my blood is regrettable. And finally, the blade walked toward me...
……
Gala, gala, gala, gala, gala, gala.
"Huh...?"
Second, my body shakes badly and wakes up.
If I open my eyes, I'll sit in front of my desk and hold my paperwork and pen. He was asleep with his face down.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Vest. Did I wake you?
A voice I am accustomed to hearing can be hung by me who relieves me with my face up. If I turned my eyes, my nephew looked at me slightly round. You accidentally dropped it off the bookshelf at your feet. There were several books scattered around.
"No,... sorry, Style. Apparently he was napping...
"I can't even do it. My mother and I just returned home yesterday. Please rest on the couch next door if you like.
I'll do the rest. [M] and smile at me. Style returns the dropped books to their original shelves, paying for each book and dust.
If you notice, at some point my shoulder was woven with blankets. Perhaps the style hung me after I fell asleep.
Yesterday, even after returning home with Rosa and leaving Prince Cedric to Gilbert, his work was piled up for today's birthday. But this is me sleeping at work...
"No, I'm fine. More than that, Style, you'll be the time to start disciplining.
"Right," he replied brightly if he hung his words on him, who is also the star of the day. It's been two years since he came with me, but he's been doing his job incredibly well. He would be perfect as the next generation of Regents.
With that in mind, I casually check the desk drawer and the side paperwork shelf with my eyes alone. Still in the meantime, Style moved his mouth as he cleaned up his next paperwork.
"But I can help you for another thirty minutes. If it's a party for me, it's the best I can do.
"You don't have to worry about that.... I'm sorry, I didn't know I was going to hold your hand until Birthday.
I would have liked to concentrate on preparing myself for my birthday. When Style offered to help himself early in the morning, I sometimes didn't have enough hands either, and I relied on him. One stile goes a lot further than ten squire.
"No, not at all. As long as I'm happy to work like this with Uncle Vest for a long time.
I answer in a nutshell to Style, who returns the words with a smile. Keep it up. Now check the usual shelves of paperwork, …… be sure.
"... Style. You searched the guest list for tonight while I was asleep?
Pickles, and the style stops moving.
With his mouth he smiles back at me as if it were "outrageous," but I exhale no matter.... the paperwork leaned slightly more than when I checked before falling asleep, and the slight gap in the drawer had been cleaned. For a long time, Stayle wanted me to see this list of invitees. "Not the guests"... that is, the list of those who were definitely invited in our castle, not those who could actually come.
"Don't let the first prince of the next Regent imitate you like a burglar.... At seventeen, it's not even funny what children do.
"... I'm sorry.
I give up and bow my head to the style again. I exhale clearly. It's an invitee list that I used to show Style without any problems, but since the announcement of Pride and Tiara's fiancée candidate, I've tried to manage it myself.
Style is smart. If you check all the invitee lists at the upcoming parties and ceremonies, you'll have a lot of anticipation of a fiancée candidate. I admire Pride and Tiara for a long time. If he learns and becomes conscious, he will surely also come to an obstacle to the future learning of Regent and King's Assignment tasks.
"Damn, if you impress me with enthusiasm in the morning... Is that what you recommended to me on the couch?
Naturally it would be easier to find the list as well if I were asleep. He would have snuck into the room with special abilities even while I was away,... well naturally there's no way I'd leave it there.
As Style panicked a little, "Eh, that's really me..." but I dare to poke around with my eyes open on the paperwork.
"I can't help but think so.... Next time, you will also be forbidden to enter my room in the future.
After a little silence, the apology was returned by Stayle again. I reply with no eyes on it. The next Regent will not be allowed to abuse his power because of his personal desire.
If I think that as I gather the paperwork, I will continue to the style until I preach.
"... If you were less interested in pride and tiara, you could have told me from the beginning about the two fiancée candidates instead of the list...
If you hold your forehead and whine like you're talking to yourself, Style leaked "eh..."... am I still tired too? Be aware of what you have said a little too much and end the story.
"By the way, how's it going with Jill Bale? How's King's matchmaking going?
"Yes… yes, of course. Thanks to this, I have also learned a lot over the past few days.
Well, then I'll return the word good, but Stayle still kept his gaze on me so that the words from earlier would catch on. My hands are stopped, and I'll put the paperwork on the shelf in a hurry.
"Gilbert is also an excellent prime minister. You should also use this as an opportunity to get close.
"... right.
There was also a slight grump in his voice. Instead of turning a blind eye to me, there was a disgusting look on my face.... Until a few years ago, Jill Bale had a habit of disliking his pride. Now is the time for my attitude to change like a lie, Jill Bale, but... I'm talking about Style, it's also fully possible that I still have that in my roots.
"... Style. I'm seventeen now, grow up more.
Style has been with Tiara for a long time, especially when it comes to pride. Sometimes words and deeds go too far.
Style was strangely calm even when Prince Leon was announced as his fiancé two years ago. On the contrary, it also looked like Prince Leon had his eyes on him since he appeared in the Great Hall.... I still don't think I know him as Pride's fiancée.
That's why I definitely had to punch my hand at stealing Style's eyes this time, too, when I explained to Pride and Tiara about my fiancée candidate.
I didn't mean to preach on his birthday in the corner, either. When I realized, the speed of my hands moving as if the style had been depressed was fading more than usual.... I didn't know it was going to overlap that much today.
"Stayle.... good enough, it's time to get back to your room.
In preparation for his birthday, Style checked his watch and then nodded. Say hello to me and call him "Stayle" from me as I tried to open the door early.
I need to tell him to open his eyes a little strangely and put down some proper words as well.
"... in this short time, the paperwork is often gathered. Confirmation of arrangements and placement instructions are also accurate. There is no mistake so far about the number of guests and escorts.... I'm glad you're here.
Thank you for the blanket, too, and if I continued, I turned straight back to me as Steele tied her lips. I'm pretty sure he was looking for the list, but even if I put it in, he did exactly what I asked him to do. As long as I have already given instructions, I can rest assured that I will leave the rest to you.
"As for Jill Bale in the past, … the part I haven't grasped is also honestly huge. We also have a responsibility. Don't hold it alone.
As for Jill Bale at the time, I was also trying not to get in except to point out how I behaved to pride. He's been a good concealer for a long time, and if he stood in poorly, he seemed to choose a wound he shouldn't have touched.
"I intend to take full account of Pride and Tiara's candidacy for fiancée, from the system to the candidate. To never make that mistake again.
Well, it would be hard to trust us for once. If I kept doing that, words like "no, I didn't think so" came back from Stayle. If I let my mouth shut just with my eyes, soon afterwards I just held my fist.
"Besides, I'm glad to be your uncle that you have so much pride and tiara in mind. I also know that you are a kind person.
That's why I'm going to understand that he wanted to see the list, too, for the most part. And I also decided I shouldn't teach. Finally, connect with "it and" and stop the hand moving the pen. Rarely because of my praise, I looked straight in that eye at him loosening the end of his mouth like it was a little lit.
"... Happy Birthday.
... for a moment, the eyes of Steele shone only for a moment. He took a breath as surprised, turned his head against his back, and then finally repeated the blink a few times.
Seventeenth birthday. It is also a special day for Style.
I was only seven years old when I first visited the castle. Style is seventeen years old now. Furthermore, he has been loved by Pride and Tiara, and has made friends, and has grown into the prestigious next Regent as the First Prince.
The style, bewildered by unexpected words from me, was rarely traced back to me, "Thank you…". If this is also frightened by the words of celebration and just a little praise, I skip asking if I should do more praise even on a daily basis.... but it's still not too good to praise.
And again deeply thanking me, Style slowly opened the door and left the room. Check his footsteps and I'll run the pen again.
My nephew, Style's Birthday Festival.
This birthday, which will be more massive than usual, will also invite more peaceful nations. As a result, I had to invite you to the Radian Empire, but luckily I received a no reply along with a celebration item that said it would be difficult that day. If we don't even come to that country, I'm sure we'll be able to make progress without any problems. … apart from that, some anxiety remains about that one today. We also need to make extra preparations and take action against unexpected situations in order to deal with them.
Stay Royal Ivy.
For him, who spares no effort every day trying to carry on my trail, there is no way out of hand to make it a better day.