"--It looks surprisingly comfortable, and I'm glad to hear that."
"Thank you."
Gerald's sarcasm paralyzed Natalier.
It is a library on the edge of the rear palace of the king of the South. A collection of books packed into the walls and ceiling, from entertainment books to textbooks and scriptures. It's a good place to spend some time.
I am resistant to sitting on a carpet and leaning on a cushion, not a chair. I take off my shoes, so the hem is rusty and uncomfortable. It's a shameful outfit, but this is the king of the South's harem. It's not a bedroom, it's a place to show off your feet. If you don't feel like it, you will lose.
Besides, it's not bad for the prince to gently distract himself from looking under the silk boots.
The Tropical King gave me permission to get you out of here.
"Oh, yes. Thank you, sir." But I'm sorry, I don't know if I can finish reading this book. "
"... when it's over, what do you mean?"
"A collection of folklore of the goddess Cratos. It's a full-length book of 32 volumes. Now, by the way, the third volume. It was about the magical shield created by the Dragon Empress. I'm impressed by the difference in interpretation of the goddess's blessing to give humans the wisdom of farming. It's said that the grass has stopped growing because you cursed me."
Is that your attitude when you know what's going on?
"You're more comfortable than you were when you were taken hostage by the Lavée Imperial Army."
"Is it your hobby to be a hostage?"
It seems that worshiping the prince's sinister face becomes a habit. But even though you have a beautiful face, the wrinkles between your eyebrows are fixed.
"This kind of overlap is called history or karma, right? Jill's in a lot of trouble, too."
"If you think so, why don't you get out of here and reassure her?"
“No, not just your shares.”
"... that's not what I meant."
The endings suddenly weakened. But it would be nice of this prince to take a deep breath and hold it again right away.
"I'm thinking about getting my country back." There is no reason for you to be here. In that case, the Dragon Emperor wanted to start a war and was deliberately taken hostage - in other words, it had to be judged as madness. "
"Hey, why are you not getting along with your father?"
"That's why I suddenly change my story...!"
I think it's good to have the patience to hold on quickly even if you have blue skin.
"At least your father hates you."
And it's strange. It's suddenly, suddenly, as if you've lost all your emotions.
"... I'm not kidding."
The ridicule on the edge of his mouth could not be read where it was directed.
"I understand you're not going to come with me. I will explain to Princess Jill that you are an accomplice in planning an ecstatic kidnapping with the Dragon Emperor. It's okay."
Please, help yourself.
-You 'll regret it.
"It's a loser's dialogue, that's it. I wonder if you could help me get back to the guest room."
Take off the hem of the dress and stand up. The prince frowned, but without ignoring him, he took Natalier's shoes on the edge of the carpet, and laid them on the floor. Receive the book from Natalier and place it on the floor. And he lent me his shoulders and his hands, and he made me wear shoes. A series of movements flowed brilliantly.
"Thank you. You're such a sweet brother, aren't you?"
"What, all of a sudden?"
“Something I was used to. I'm not used to this kind of stuff, so I was saved."
"You're a confused person. You could be killed."
To you?
I thought it was a joke, but I was shaking because I was looking back. A chilly hunch ran down my back. Or is it a sense of vision?
"There's no reason to kill him."
Is that a reason to kill? The black stone-like eyes without light were eloquently talking about the answer, and I couldn't say it back.
Gerald rang his heels and left the library first.
(--It's time to die. I'm nervous.)
Grasp the book in your chest and return to the room you were given. I refused to serve tea, but I'm sure there will be surveillance. I'm not supposed to be killed yet - so I use my nerves to open the book I brought up.
Just before the first dragon queen died.
A pathetic dragon queen leaping in front of the Holy Spear to protect the Dragon Emperor and being pierced with a heavenly sword from behind her ─ ─
"... it's tough, isn't it?"
A piece of paper fell from between the books. Pick it up with the utmost care to avoid changing your expression more than necessary. I didn't think that it was a problem from the beginning.
There is no lettering. There are only marked drawings of the Shinomiya and time. It's late at night. At first glance, it looks like an encounter, but the pieces of paper are new. This is a message. I'm relieved. It looks like they're here to help.
(... but more importantly... the King of the South's private room?)
I wonder why such a place is designated. Is it the dimming of the lighthouse?
Or -- suddenly, I remembered.
Gerald touches this book when he asks me to put on his shoes.
Then this is no help. It's a trap to see how Natalie moves.
"... that's what I have to do."
In the private room of the Tropical King, it wouldn't be strange if Natalier's body was rolling around.
There's no reason to kill him. How dare you lie to me. You've been very vigilant, haven't you?
But I didn't want to be underestimated. Even if the book is closed, I can still see the pieces of paper. Instead, I put it back in the sandwich.