"You're ... Certainly Cecilia's brother-in-law
"It's been a long time. Your Highness. He-Cecil is my old friend and I got acquainted with my sister via me."
"Gill, why are you here?"
"I've been thinking about lunch together for the first time in a long time, so I went to the class and invited me to hear that I was called by my Highness ..."
Duke's son Gilbert is, of course, allowed to enter the salon. So after hearing the story, he would have come immediately to follow.
Cecilia pulled Gil's sleeve with tears.
"Guiru. Thank you."
"Yes, I was afraid to be called by this salon suddenly."
Gill speaks in a different way than usual. When talking to my sister-in-law, it's more violent shattering, but I'm sure she'll talk this way in front of her friends.
"Yes. Well, it means that you have a connection to the Silvie family. But why did you have a Cecilia handkerchief?"
With Gil's acting, he seemed to trust that Cecile and Cecilia knew each other, but he continued to pursue Oscar.
"Oh, that's ..."
"My sister lent me, because Cecil and her sister have always been very close friends and have been playing."
"I'm absent from social circles every night."
"As you know, my sister is not strong. I am enrolled at this school, but I can hardly see her. When I meet, I usually meet at home."
Cecilia looked away as her lies came out of her brother-in-law's mouth too lightly. This is not going to work on my own.
"I've applied for a meeting several times, but I haven't tried it once. Why can Cecil meet?"
"It's because my sister doesn't trust her Highness much."
The sound of cracks in the rocks and psiri echoes around.
When they noticed, they were glaring, and Cecilia, the center of the story, was completely out of bed.
"Huh. Cecilia hates me?"
"Until you hate it, but you can only think that way? ... As I have said many times, my sickly sister doesn't work for my mother. Would you please? "
"That's not what you can say, Gilbert Sylby. Your mother is a judge of her intelligence, her merchandise, and her status as an aristocrat. I can't judge that she's a bit weak and not worthy of her."
An invisible spark scattered between them, and Cecilia pulled his cheeks.
(Why are they fighting? And they seem to have been fighting on the same topic for a long time ...)
Unlike Cecilia, who rarely entered the social world due to her illness, Gilbert has been in the social world many times, as the next Silvi family.
Surely they met at that time.
While thinking about such a thing, their tongue battle becomes intense.
"But I think the importance of creating and nurturing the next king is of paramount importance to physical and mental health."
"I think it's not just my mother's job to have a child ... Gilbert, I've been thinking for a long time, aren't you a little older?" That's right. "
"I think it's better than my Highness, who drags me back more than ten years ago. I and my sister are siblings, but your Highness and my sister are strangers. It's not normal for my brother to worry about my sister Is it? "
"Other people? ... I and Cecilia are fiancee."
"Is it still a mistake between fiances?"
"Even if you say siblings, it would be justified!"
"Unfortunately, I feel the greatest benefit in saying 'in-law', so it won't be negative."
Without knowing what he was talking about, Cecilia looked at them alternately with a distressed face.
(I understood that they were unexpectedly close for the time being)
For the first time, Cecilia saw Gilbert talk like that and Oscar became emotional. Surely it is a feeling of air that only two people can understand, it is a usual exchange that only two people can understand.
(Surely a fighting friend is a guy!)
Cecilia concluded that. What you don't understand even if you think for a long time is a quality you don't think deeply about.
"Well, yes. I haven't seen you for more than ten years, so you can avoid it."
Oscar gives a handkerchief to Cecilia, muttering recklessly.
However, the moment she tries to receive it, her wrist is grabbed and her body is pulled all the way.
"Hit!"
"Your Highness!"
Gilbert tries to stop, but it is controlled by hand.
Oscar made a roaring, low-pitched voice.
"Cecil"
`` Yes, yes !? ''
"Did you meet Cecilia recently?"
"Well, well ..."
If you can count yourself in the mirror, you will meet every day. Oscar distorted his lips at Cecilia's vague nod.
"I want to ask"
"Yes?"
"Somehow let me meet Cecilia"
It was clearly a command, no matter who heard it.