The cool winds of early autumn rock the curtains, at noon.
A luxurious room with huge tapestries and heavy furniture.
On that couch, there was a figure of a young man sleeping with his arms hanging.
"Dear Leon. Master Leon, what are you asleep for?"
"-... oh...? Oh, my God, Kamil."
A young man whose shoulders were shaken by a nearby knight, Kamil - Leon lifted his lid troublesome.
"Just a little. Five more minutes or enough... or fifty more..."
"Say that and don't try to go back to sleep smoothly. You must be busy today.
Camill tells me perfectly where he tried to sleep again, and Leon has no choice but to wake himself up.
Wow..., there was some wild lion-like suppleness in the yawning and stretching up.
When I was a year, I couldn't reach twenty a bit more.
And while he is there, he is called Leon von Berkwein, who carries a penetration that can already follow others.
He is the prince of this vast kingdom of Berk and the youth who will be seen as the next king.
The slightly habitual short hair is golden as if it were a burning sun.
On a masculine, neat face, a tough figure.
Among them, it was their powerful, golden eyes that caught the eye.
Blonde hair and bright colored eyes hosting the glory of God.
They are the status of the royal aristocracy, as well as an indication of the strength of magic.
The brighter the color, the stronger the magic, that is, while God's grace was supposedly profound, his golden eyes were an indication of the supreme identity.
"If it's a ruling, it's all over. I have also read and memorized the manuscript for the other five days. That means I don't have my job until the simulated battle with the Knights in the evening. I mean, it's nap time."
"Have you been forgotten about the tea party from 14: 00? Mother - This is a tea party with the ladies, accompanied by Her Majesty the Queen. As a son, you'll have to go for a cup of tea if your job is clear."
Ecstasy tea, huh?
If he raises one eyebrow sarcastically and Leon laughs, Camille pulls his jaw like a bad one.
"This time, I'll try to prevent it. Every time it's served, you won't even be able to stand up as the First Knights."
"Well, as long as I have my magic, most poisons are harmless. When you're treated like this with dignity, you're just fine."
"... that's all I admire about you, Leon."
My magic, to be exact.
Leon mixed it back gently before standing on the couch in a smooth motion.
Magic is the power and privilege allowed only to the royal nobility.
It's the source of that superiority, guaranteeing their special identity.
Inevitably, the nobles honor their golden hair over flax hair and their pale eyes over chestnut eyes.
From them, the brightest golden eyes, said to be the same as the kingdom's ancestors, are the colors they want so much that their hands can come out of their throats.
If you can draw in that pedigree, you'll get a better personality.
Even then, the noble ladies tried to distract Leon.
Of course.
"Though autumn, the day is still long. I get peeked into my eyes in such a bright light, and I have trouble being exasperated."
In front of the mirror, Leon sighs, fixing the collar he was relaxing.
That's right.
Too strong a magical eye attracts and drives the mind of the beholder strong.
In particular, it strongly stimulates and exposes the desires and nature that the person conceals.
Thanks to him, Leon became the feather to see more than once how a lady who looked sober approached him like a color madman or a gentleman who seemed calm kicked someone else in the shape of a demon.
"I want to go back to when I had brown eyes on my mediocre brown hair."
"Dear Leon..."
Camill lays her eyes down gently on Leon, who tells her off her gaze from the mirror.
Only Camille, a close, cousin and best friend, knew that this miraculous colour of the prince was not born.
Rather, at the beginning of his birth, Leon was even thought of as a babe - a taboo - without the colours of the royal nobility.
Dorothea, Leon's mother, has been daughter-in-law with her rich blonde hair and green eyes expected from a nation that separated the sea one by one.
Only the royal colors were desired to be inherited, and the married queen.
Naturally she cared about the color of the child, but what Leon, who was born, had was brown hair and eyes like civilians.
"I've been insulted, I've been kicked out of my country, but I've been able to live my life."
Fearing the scandal of infidelity, the Queen hid Leon out of the House only during her six months of life and did not seek to appear except for the Duchess, who had become her best friend, arguing that she was weak.
After that, he left Leon in his native country in the name of health care.
For this reason, there are only a few people within this Kingdom of Berk who know what he looked like when he was a child.
Even before it was deposited, Leon's presence was barely laid down and the prince did not receive the treatment he deserved.
Fortunately for Leon, however, the kingdom was not as powerful in magical faith as it was within the kingdom.
Leon, with brown hair tea eyes, was never praised as a prince, but at the same time was never abused.
As a result, he was able to play mixed up with the boys in the lower town, settle in the merchant's mansion, learn to make money, teach the guards the sword and have quite a full day.
Different colors of eyes and hair, royal blood.
Leon showed outstanding talent in every way.
The wind changed direction about three years ago now, the year he turned fifteen.
When my mother's hand, anxious that Leon's presence was finally becoming irrelevant, launched an attack on him.
Leon, surrounded by assassins before and after and in danger of life, awakened his magic there for the first time.
Raging water currents, wind, thunder, earth and light on fierce flames.
Almost all, if more than one, of the admirable attributes, even of high nobility.
Leon, who expressed it at a fairly high level, became blonde and golden eyes at the border then.
In other words, until then, brown colors were the result of too high a concentration of magic.
The mother, who understood it, clapped back vividly.
He welcomed Leon to Berk with enthusiasm, pushing all the first princesses he had ever seen as his successor and the adopted children he had been seeing.
Leon rebelled, but, having interacted and succeeded in growing up with various layers in his country, he was ironically highly qualified as king.
Thus, as the ideal prince to whom everyone now admires, he was set up in this royal palace in Berk - a past that was a mediocre boy with brown hair and tea eyes, in complete hiding.
"... just kidding. Beyond being born a prince by the bend, I must fulfill my duties. You've entrusted me with it."
Leon laughs at his shoulders.
As a matter of fact, until three years ago, while expecting Princess Chris to be his successor, at the same time, the story was being raised of Kamil, the eldest son of the Duke's family and son of the Chancellor, as the royal adopted son.
But the story went blank because the queen called Leon back on the occasion of her magical awakening.
The prime minister was just getting ready to let go of his son, and he didn't educate his successor as prime minister.
It was Kamil who was suddenly left wandering the path, but fortunately, because the First Knights fervently wanted him to be healing, he came to secure his status as the prince's sidekick and commander of the Knights Squadron.
Despite being flirted with as he pleases at the convenience of adults, Camille doesn't seem to care about it.
On the contrary, when a selfish queen begins to feel ill for several years, she is so aggressive in nursing as a healer.
Seeing such a cousin make me care that even as Leon, he should solemnly serve as the next king, obtained by kicking down others unwillingly.
At least, there was something so disciplined about him that I hope to reward Kamil.
"In fact, because Master Leon is stronger and better than anyone else. I thought it would be three days worth of work with these documents."
"You did this, Camille."
Half-eyed and penetrating, Leon takes up a bunch of paperwork and pushes it against Camille.
"But this time we had quite an interesting case. Thanks to you, I was able to read without boredom"
"Oh. That's one Langheim area thing, isn't it?
"Yes. A countess, nicknamed 'Rose Angel', and a hidden son raised in Lower Town, who was suddenly found, joined hands to pick up his father's illegal slave trade. After a speedy trial in the territory, the Count goes to send the monastery. The two children offered to the King's Capital to let go of part of their own territory under its responsibility, but what a sign the residents submitted for the plea - as if it were a story"
Kamil, who was turning a bunch of paperwork as she listened to Leon, picked up and read the contents and opened her eyes.
"Did His Majesty, after all, authorise the maintenance of the Count's territory? But for three years before I succeeded to the throne, I ordered my brother Bernardo to work in the Royal Palace as a First Knights... Hmm, let's imprint his loyalty to the King at a young age, and so on."
To Kamil, convinced, Leon pointed out "more than that," part of the report.
"Read it here too." To my sister Rosa, during the same period, she was ordered to work in the outhouse as Princess Christine's spokesperson. "
"Oh no, is my sister coming too? Is this the Queen's bid? That one, too, has recently finally made a leap towards his Royal Highness's personality correction (...)"
"It's something my disease never heals, so I guess I've been worried about the end of my child's life. I try to arrange for my marriage, my sister, my friend."
I say that because, caught in the bait of "maybe I can be Prince Leon's fiancée," the light-headed aristocratic children are held in the royal palace as "Her Royal Highness's Speaker," as they do every month.
Leon dropped his melancholy sigh.
The Queen's medical condition has not improved since three years, despite all the efforts of the court doctor corps, which consists of the Kamils' healers.
Desolate skin, hair loss, constant vomiting and weakness symptoms.
Some days are good, but when it's bad enough, you can't get up off the sleeping table.
The King, who saw such a wife, deliberately invaded and brought in a pagan clan specializing in medicine last year, but it was also thrown a spoon early, and now the royal palace's atmosphere is that the Queen's death is present.
And how remorseful it is that her influence is weakened, when there is a slight medical condition, the queen tries to interfere with something by engaging Leon and arranging a friend with her daughter Christine.
"In the end, only more clashes with pagans occurred within the royal palace, I was fed ecstasy and my sister was pushed by her parents' breathtaking 'friends'. Damn, it's like a troublesome jade box."
Leon leaks cold about her real mother.
Especially when it came to the Pagan Inside - Apt's Inside Invasion, which he was forced to help as a prince, he was quite obsessed with.
I thought at the very least, I let him open the castle bloodless with non-standard magic, and forgive the church that breathes to burn books, and protect the cultural objects of Apt in the Royal Palace Library, but of course with that, hatred from Apt is inevitable.
In the end, Leon was sick and tired of all the trouble caused by the Queen.
"Especially lately, the Apt healer who stays inside the royal palace - Radu's frustration seems to be intensifying. According to the Knights' research, the source of the ecstasy the ladies serve is him, isn't it? I can see how much you want to scratch around me. Oh, I hope Miss Rosa and I don't get his poison fangs next time."
"Well, I think Master Leon can handle the healer a little more severely. Anyway, because Master Leon hasn't got his hands on it, and there's something about him that brackets his height, too, right?
Kamil pointed out as troubled and then turned his gaze back on the report.
"Oh, but you might be okay this time. Something tells me this" Rose Angel "is a woman, sick and weak, with great depth and humility. I mean, cowardly personality, right? At least, compared to the ladies with a lot of ambition, it could be every hassle you cause."
"Deep down, humble, hey..."
But Leon crooks his mouth and squeals.
Once again, as he embarked on his way to Kamil, he pointed out once again part of the report: "Read here". Just now, the inhabitants of Langheim have submitted their signatures in hopes of maintaining the countess territory of Rosa and the others.
"You mean the total number of signatures, about three thousand… all adult residents. That's a great loyalty."
"And a tremendous literacy rate, don't you think? I was curious to find out, and apparently for a few years now, this' angel of roses' daughter had been teaching the inhabitants letters. Well, it looks like I can still write my name now."
"That's, what..."
Unexpected focus, and truth, Kamil blinds her eyes.
Leon walked away from the report, now standing in front of the chessboard, picking up the pawn for comfort.
"The quality of wheat in Langheim has improved year after year for about five years. Rumor has it that the Rose Angel - Rosa von Langheim - is enchanting rotten soil with magic and sending it across the realm. To improve literacy, improve geology. If the old girl was made, it would be pretty good."
"It is, indeed..."
Kamil nods.
If the story is true, it would mean he's terribly intelligent and bold.
"If that's the case, … maybe even let Leon endure the temptation of his golden eyes"
"Something you don't even have in mind."
Leon, who was pawning with his palms, put them back on the board, clapping his shoulders.
"In the end, in front of these eyes, no matter how bright and noble people expose their ugly nature. So much so that if there's a difference, what kind of ugliness that nature is."
What I had in my hand was a white queen and a black queen.
Looking down at it, he sarcastically distorted his lips.
"You saw 'Langheim's Rose Angel' as a cowardly daughter. On the contrary, I tread that I am a savvy daughter with greed. You deal with that princess of a horse, sooner or later you'll find out who she is."
Tong, and he lets them both play pawns.
The white and black queens made a quiet noise by the time and eventually rolled off the chessboard.
"Well... I guess I'm just looking forward to seeing that"
For the sake of words, golden eyes don't even seem to be fun.
Only dry emotions lived in a low voice that was pleasant to the ear, expecting nothing.