"Cecil Admina has a story."
That's when Oscar got into the classroom the day after the love event with Lean.
Cecilia hardens in the classroom the first time in the morning.
The classmates were a little more prominent in the two shots of "The Prince of the School" and "The Real Prince".
Lean opens her eyes with surprise while dyeing her cheeks.
"What is it?"
"It's hard to talk in the classroom. Come here at noon."
Oscar puts notes on the desk as if to slam. The body jumped at the impact.
"I'll definitely come. I won't know if I run away."
Frozen eyes look down on Cecilia. In her eyes she could only silently shake her head.
And lunch break-.
The place mentioned in the memo was a salon inside the school. It is not a place where anyone can use it, but a special salon that can only be used by the top nobles and those invited to them. So curious classmates and leans couldn't be there.
The salon was designed for the purpose of exchanging high-ranking aristocrats.
Oscar sits on a sofa in the corner and shows what's in Cecilia.
"Why do you have this handkerchief?"
"This handkerchief?"
Overlooking Cecilia was a handkerchief wrapped around the leg of a recently injured kitten.
Oscar resounds swords while pointing at the edge of the handkerchief.
"This is what I had previously lent to Cecilia."
"e?"
"Listen again, why do you have this?"
He points to the embroidery part. It is a clover embroidery that is not very beautiful because of distortion.
It was her first stab at an early age.
(I lent this to Oscar ...?)
I desperately seek out memories.
Then, along with the voice of a certain boy, the memories of my childhood came back to my mind.
"But, if you think you can stretch, it's not so bad"
A red-haired cheeky boy gently breaks his stomach-acheing face and smiles accordingly.
In his hand was a handkerchief wiping his cheek. Distorted four-leaf clovers are embroidered on the edge of the handkerchief.
At the next moment, the hungry minister rushes like a cone and runs up to where they are.
And he said incredible dialogue.
"Oscar, here!
(It was so warm !!)
Cecilia held her head.
I remember meeting Oscar in social circles. After that, I remembered blowing down bubbles and completely recalling the memories of my previous life.
But I didn't remember exactly what handkerchief I had at that time.
It would also be so. It was an event of twelve years ago.
(It's like this is going to be like this ...)
A cold thing came to Cecilia's spine.
Oscar gazes at Cecil silently.
(I noticed !? Even Cecil-Cecilia noticed !?)
"Um ..."
"What is the relationship between Cecilia and you?"
"Is it a relationship?"
I am slightly relieved to hear the dialogue. Apparently it wasn't "Cecil-Cecilia" in him. However, it is certain that the possibility will be raised within him depending on how he answers later. Cecilia chooses words carefully.
"Cecilia is a friend ..."
"Is Duke and Baron's son friends?"
I was stuck in a painful area and was jammed with words.
The gender and the aristocracy are too different between the Duke and the Baron. Aristocrats' friendships are basically made between peers of similar degree.
Still, it is impossible if they are of the same sex, but Cecilia and Cecile are too noble and have opposite sexes. If you think normally, you cannot have friends. Then a misplaced lover is still easier to understand as an excuse.
Well, the fact that the mother of the future is making a lover separately from the prince is also an option that can not be selected because it is a situation that is so long ...
(Well, why I and Oscar, I'm still fiancee! I don't need a sick mother!)
Naturally, the mother needs a healthy body to give birth to the next king. So, Cecilia pushed the beloved parents into a sickness and desperately created a sickly setting, but it was still not worth it.
(Well, thanks to the illness setting, I don't have to go out into the social world, and even now I can't be suspicious without going to school ...)
"Are you really friends?"
Oscar's suspicious voice brings Cecilia back into reality.
Cecilia pulled her cheeks.
"Ehhh ..."
"His Highness, to be precise, Cecil is a friend of me."
At that time, a familiar voice was heard from behind, and Cecilia looked back. There is a figure that I knew.
"Gill!"
"Yes, Cecil?"
"Oh yeah!"
Gilbert grabbed Cecilia's shoulder and gently pulled himself toward him.