Oscar was a child who was not childish.
He had been taught that he was one of those who would carry the country from the moment he was born, and that all human beings were imprinted as tools for moving the country. There was incredible pressure on his little shoulder, so he grew up as an unbearable child.
Neither the real mother, the queen, the nursing mother, nor the adults around him, he did not push or ask for anything. There are only instructions.
While the surrounding adults described the adult attitude of Oscar as "firm," he did not hesitate to say "saucy."
A tall, cheeky brat.
That was the word for a childhood Oscar.
He was always lonely at the Royal Palace.
Neither the queen nor the nanny spoke out of his firm attitude, and no one was ever approaching a commandingly tall child. He himself was growing lonely year after year, as he himself had no idea what was wrong.
At that time, he met her in a few social days.
Duke, Cecilia Silvie.
Oscar six years old. Cecilia was five years old.
She is the daughter of the Duchess of Silvie and looks pretty, but rumors say she is a selfish girl who has been much spoiled by her parents.
Oscar was born only about six months earlier, and his birth year was whispered genuinely that his fiance would be her in terms of the aristocracy.
Honey blonde hair and sapphire eyes. The nose runs through, and the thin, small lips add color to the white skin.
In ten years, it will be a daughter who looks back on everyone.
Oscar thought so, even though he was young.
While the adults were chatting, she was carrying out her meal intently.
Confit of chicken to poiret of river fish. Terrine with colorful vegetables in pork rouleau. Grilled goat grilled on beef present. Ratatouille with salad and soup ...
Despite the fact that it was a buffet style meal, Cecilia did not care about such things, so he chose one after another and ate at the corner table. It's like eating as if you hadn't eaten for days.
However, she was still beautiful and sophisticated, even as a Duke.
The social hall is not a place to enjoy meals, but a place to deepen friendship between nobles and exchange information they have. So why is she eating so hard without talking to anyone?
It was from such a question that I called her.
"Hey"
"Fee?"
She looks back with her fork in her mouth.
I felt that the stupid facial expression muscle moved with a stupid expression.
"What'll we do?"
She swallowed what was in her mouth and tilted her head.
"What are you doing?"
"What is a meal?"
"I can see when I'm eating. I'm asking why I'm so stuck."
When asked what she was wondering, Cecilia looked down at her dish and looked down.
"This is a hot-eaten guy."
"Are you burnt?"
"Recently, I have many dreams of dying myself. I think it's a dream and I want to think of it, but it's so fresh ..."
Her face with a deep sigh is pale in heartlessness.
She is blurred as if she was alone.
"Well, if this was really serious, would it be the end of my life? I was pushing towards the end. I don't know if I should, but "I don't want to be admitted" is rampaging in my head ... "
"I don't know what you're saying."
"In a nutshell, the future might have been bleak, and we were eating."
"Hey. Where did the dream story go?"
"I just wanted to be a dream."
I have a conversation, but I can't read the story at all.
To be honest, I only knew that he was a weird guy.
Cecilia smiled with a smile without worrying about the Oscar.
"But if you had a good meal, I was really distracted! This Terrine was awesome!"
"Is it so delicious?"
"Yes! Pia, maybe you haven't eaten yet?"
"I haven't eaten ..."
"It's a waste! It's a party hosted by the royal family, so you have to eat at this opportunity!
"... Dukes don't eat much?"
I was worried that the duke's daughter was too poor to be abandoned, and I heard that. But she shakes her head with a smile.
"That's not the case. However, there is no opportunity not to use this because there is an opportunity to eat such a delicious meal without paying! Personally, if you have cup ramen, it is the best, but this world I can't help it because it doesn't exist. ''
"Cappie, Ramen?"
"... Forget your words now"
Cecilia suddenly turns blue. I couldn't understand what she was saying, such as "Cup Ramen" or "I'm not in this world", but the impression I spoke was quite different from the selfish girl I imagined.
Rather, it gives a bright and innocent impression.
(I'm skeptical if innocence is a qualification as a queen, but in this tune, it won't hinder government affairs.)
Oscar thinks of Cecilia that way, unlikely to be six.
If she was a rumored selfish daughter, she was thinking of trying to get rid of her as a queen, but apparently she didn't need to.
"For now, if you don't eat it, you'll lose .... Yes, please."
"What?"
Suddenly, a fork was offered and Oscar was hardened. On top of that fork is Terrine, which she had praised earlier.
Perhaps this is to be taken by mouth?
Oscars, who have never spoiled their nanny like that, take a step back while blushing.
"Yeah, I'm sorry!
"It's delicious?
"Mugu ..."
It is put in the mouth forcibly. I think it's good to spit it out, chew it and swallow it. Certainly Terrine was delicious, but no different from what I always eat.
But ...
"Is it delicious?"
She smiled and her facial muscles were released.
She does not recognize Oscar as a prince. You're probably thinking of a noble legitimate child. That may be the reason why, but my heart was warmed by the friendly contact with her.
"Well."
The cheek becomes hot with a carefree smile.
Until now, he had no one to call a friend, and his first contact with Cecilia was the interaction between the children he knew for the first time.
"Fufufu"
"... what happened?"
"It comes with sauce."
Cecilia wipes the sauce on his cheek with a handkerchief.
"I'm a bit crazy. It looks like a gil."
"You got it?"
He received a handkerchief from Cecilia and wiped his cheeks.
She was still looking at the Oscar.
"Why. Is something still on?"
"No. I was worried that I had a bad face from a while ago, but I'm glad I felt better. Delicious things will make people feel better!"
"... I guess I was just sick?"
"Yes. I was a little scared at first because I had a face that seemed to endure my stomach hurting."
"Be patient with my stomach hurting ..."
Oscar did not frown separately. I just treated her normally. However, it is said to be "a face that puts up my stomach hurts", and there is no longer a standing current.
"I'm not afraid of that face right now, I like it."
I ruined the word "like" in my brain and suddenly my body temperature rose.
He turned his eyes on the handkerchief borrowed from her.
There is a clumsy clover embroidery there.
"What is this?"
"Ah, I stabbed it. It was my first time, so I failed."
"... It's a shit."
"Ugu ..."
"But, if you think you can stretch, it's not so bad."
Oscar himself was the most surprised with a gentler voice than I thought.
Cecilia is also stunning.
"Um, that was earlier-"
"Oscar, in a place like this!"
The moment she tried to use an excuse, she was called by the Minister. He ran here with his round body bouncing like a cone.
"What happened?"
"The king is calling you."
"all right"
"O, Oscar ...?"
Oscar looks at her as Cecilia's trembling voice reaches her ears.
She had a blue face. Her lips are shaking little by little, and her large eyes are still wide open.
"You are Oscar Abel Prospere ...?"
"Yes?"
When Oscar nodded with an expression that seemed to have finally noticed, Cecilia opened his eyes and blew bubbles on the spot and fell.
That was the last time Oscar met Cecilia.
I went to the mansion directly to return the borrowed handkerchief, but I could not meet him because I was sick.
After that, I visited the mansion for several reasons, but the reaction was the same.
Rumors of sickness flowed, and it never appeared in social circles.
And twelve years from that-
His hand held a handkerchief that was no different from the handkerchief received from Cecilia at that time.
"Why is this handkerchief ...?"
Oscar replied, groaning, and remembered him hatingly as the "prince of the school."