Yotogi no Kuni no Gekkouhime

A woman was walking in the shooting of the western sun at dusk.

He is dressed in a luxurious crimson dress and has long, golden hair decorated with birds.

The costume he wore, of course, stretched his spine and walked in dignity.

Even if you look at one way of walking, it will be clear to everyone that she is a noble person.

But she, Ale-Arquila, and the First Princess of the Arquila kingdom were aiming for a place that was opposite their appearance.

It's a small, dirty stone building in the woods in the corner of the Royal Palace.

The old gardener, standing at the entrance to the building, rushed over and took his thanks as he noticed Alye approaching.

"This is this. This is Master Alye. What the hell did you do?

"I got a little time, so I'm getting out of the party."

Alye answered with a lovely peachy tongue, like a kid who played a prank.

While she is in the position of First Princess, she does not take a dignified attitude towards the servant.

Furthermore, he takes an even more crushed attitude towards gardeners who know Alye from childhood. The gardener smiles and slaps his wrinkled face even more distorted and lightly so as to make him embarrassed (but not embarrassed) by the age-appropriate girlness of Alye.

"I shouldn't. We have an important event tonight to welcome the Prince of the Great Powers. You, the princess, must not do such a thing."

"I don't want to leave if it's true about such a tough thing. And if there's a princess who's supposed to be there, there's another one."

"Hmmm..."

When Alye said so in a slightly stronger tone, the gardener moved his mouth with a mound like troubles. This should never be taken out of your mouth. The only legitimate bloodline in the current kingdom of Arquila is the Queen who rules the country, and her only daughter, Ale. Because that's what's happening on the surface.

"I'm sorry. I'm not going to blame you. It's just that I pushed her into a place like this, and I thought I was alone in a gorgeous place."

"Master Alye, you're kind."

"I'm not being nice. Even if you're nice, you can't just do that. I can only comfort her."

She leans down on her beautiful face to mock herself, and Alye shrugs.

"The sun will already fall. Master Serene will be awake by now."

"To your mother……………"

"Yeah, of course I'll keep it to myself. That's all we can do."

"Thank you."

When Alye thanked him, the old man turned his heels in earnest and unlocked the entrance to the building.

The stinking air caught on his nose, along with the rusty iron door squeaking.

The unpleasant smell of whenever he came, Alye flashed his face for a moment, but went straight through a dim stone corridor and climbed the stairs leading to the second floor.

The building is a warehouse containing already worthless antiques, broken objects, and cleaning equipment for servants. The number of rooms is quite high, but they are not cleaned or managed as they are not very large.

Such a royal palace sweep away place.

But at the deepest end of the spectrum, there was one door that was clearly different.

Unlike the rotten wooden doors, the sturdy iron doors were painted with geometric prints. Alye reaches for the pattern. Then the pattern emits a light phosphorescent light, making a rattling sound and unlocking the key.

Magic used to protect critical secrets involving the state in order to prevent bandits and other intrusions. And it was a special seal that only humans who draw royal blood could lift. Even if he confirms that the lock has been opened, Alye does not immediately open the door and knocks lightly on the iron door.

"Serene, Serene, are you awake?

"I'm keeping it."

When Alye gently calls through the door, an angel sings back from inside. Alye slowly opens the door as she loosens her cheeks to that adorable voice.

At the end of the door was the right square space to say jail rather than a small, really small room.

There is only one minimal household necessity in a simple bed, and one small window for brightness.

In the middle of the room stood a girl dressed in crude clothes.

Would she wake up, rubbing her eyes like she was sleeping, and her soft gray hair has a bit of a sleeping habit. When Alye smiles bitterly, he fixes that sleeping habit with his hands, stroking his head.

Her name is Serene-Arquila.

He is the second princess of this country, who will never be turned out.

"Hey, man, I'm busy today. Are you kidding me?"

A girl called Serene approached her sister, staring up at her with crimson eyes, answering that way with an obnoxious pronunciation that connected the words.

When I look into those carefree eyes, Alye is always at ease.

Serene is the only one who treats her purely as a woman, not as a princess.

And such a kind-hearted sister is outraged by the fact that she is being pushed into such a place.

Serene was heterogeneous in appearance.

Whereas both Alye and her mother had blonde blue eyes, Serene had no mollusc all over her body, and her whole body was clear white, from hair to toe.

Silk thread-like pure white hair neatly aligned around the shoulders, skin smooth as a pearl.

The same rare beauty that has received God's love shines with his eyes like ruby. He's only eight years old, and no one can predict how many big wheels of flowers he'll be, even though he's a bud of flowers.

If the heterogeneity of Serene was only apparent, it would have been rumored that angels had descended, not creepy. So why has she been kept secret?

The cause was Serene's words and actions.

Serene is acting strangely adult.

I haven't cried at night since I was born, and I don't have the lust to sweeten my mother.

From the moment I was born, I always turned my gaze to the world.

Nobody taught me to fold my own clothes, clean dishes, clean my room clean, and do nothing to upset adults. There was no such thing as roughly childish.

For that matter, I can barely speak.

While most children will be able to speak to some extent when they are three years old, Serene can only have a one-word conversation to the extent that people from countries that are still undeveloped can barely communicate.

The chatter of words and deeds could not be taken as abnormal, strange or creepy. As a result, the Queen, the mother of the fruit, decided to treat Serene more like an obscure monster than a daughter and to erase her existence.

But a queen and a son of man, even a foreign monster, could not even kill his own bellyached daughter. Blood-connected parents and children, as well as thin threads that draw royal blood, were the lifeline for Serene.

Thus the queen, when Serene was five years old, pushed him into the dark cage in the corner of the royal palace, and put on the lid of his name, which she called a seal. This cramped space was the only place in the world for Serene to be allowed to survive. Every time I think about it, Alye is driven by the thought of being torn apart.

"Hey, Serene. Do you know why your sister's going to the party?

"Yeah. Prince, I'll pick you up. For me."

Speaking slowly to make it easier for Serene to hear, Serene replied intermittently.

Serene can't speak well, so Alye understood that knowing her is branded as having intelligence problems, but that's because she only hangs out on the surface.

When I (Alye) was Serene's age, I couldn't have guessed what it meant so quickly.

"Party, you want out...... sorry. I can't get you out of here on my authority right now."

Keeping her lips tight, Alye placed her hands on both shoulders of Serene and apologized with regret. Slightly laying a small hand over its hand, Serene shook her head to the side. Don't worry about it, it's an appeal.

"I don't want to leave. I like it here."

"Serene......"

Hearing that word, Alye gets her chest tightened even tighter.

Sure, a party in a castle is a tough one, but a girl is a gorgeous thing everyone admires.

Even though I'm still young, I'm a serene and a girl, and you can't possibly not want to leave.

But Serene understands his position and says he cares about Alye and doesn't dare to leave. No, he's telling me.

"Listen carefully, Serene."

Increases seriousness in Alye's expression.

I choose words and open my mouth as I cage my strength in my hands more than I did earlier.

"The prince who is coming to our country tonight is traveling all over the continent looking for a wedding partner. Prince of a great country. If I am chosen as the Prince's opponent, I will be granted asylum. I mean, I'm the eyeball product of the day. You know?"

Serene said nothing, just nodded.

It was a difficult story for an eight-year-old, but Alye knew in his previous relationship that this much rush was understandable wisdom, so he would spin the words as they were.

"Now, Your Majesty - your mother has locked you in here, and I have no power to disagree with that. But if I become the prince's wife and ask for you, I might be able to get you out of here. I'll do my best to do that."

Saying so, Alye tried to give Serene hope.

But Serene at heart just wrinkles between his eyebrows, and he doesn't seem very happy.

"Stop."

"Huh!? Well, why? Maybe we can get out of the barn, huh?

"I don't want to leave. And Alye, no."

The words were shocking to Alye.

My sister, who is in such a tragic environment, still worries me purely as everyone only sees herself as a princess and tries to connect her pipe with the big country by selling herself away.

Unexpectedly, tears seemed to spill, but Alye managed to enjoy them.

More shocking words against her like that are released from Serene's mouth.

"I, Alye, will marry you. So marry the prince, no, not at all."

"What?"

To Serene's remarks, which were so unexpected, Alye blew out after a long time.

"You know, we're sisters. And we're girls, right? You can't love a girl and a girl, can you?

"I can. Because I like yuri."

"Lily? Serene really likes lily flowers."

"Yuri Flowers No, Yuri, I Like"

Alye tilts his neck.

Serene occasionally says an inexplicable dialogue, but what's the point in saying he likes lilies? I didn't understand it, but it seems certain that I like myself for now, so I made it good.

My sister in pitiful circumstances does not resent the privileged self, but on the contrary guides herself. With that in mind, Alye's energy to work hard for her sister is getting stronger and stronger.

"Wait, Serene. It may be painful right now, but I will surely bring you out into the glowing light. That way you don't have to be alone in a place like this anymore."

"I'm not alone, am I?

Alye just hugged her sister, who said so in vain.

Serene is a gentle and clever child. You know I haven't even fallen in love yet.

So you're telling me you don't have to sell yourself to a prince, you don't have to sacrifice yourself.

Alye burns even more to the kindness of such a sister. Even if I didn't want to, I wouldn't spare myself for Serene, so I thought.

"Okay! I'll try my best, sister! Let the prince mellow and let Serene go!

Alye shows Serene what remains of the vegetables, and one entertains.

That's how I colored it, and I kissed Serene's forehead and left the room behind with a bumpy grunt that I'd never done it.

When Alye leaves, the pattern of the door shines again, and the sealed key makes a rattling noise and closes. Later, the only thing left was Serene, whose hands were on his forehead in a room where the sun had fallen completely and was closed to darkness - not only that.

"You're out of your mind to be alone. Master Serene will have a competent butler. '

Suddenly, Baritone's voice, which often passes, woods on Serene's head.

Without particular surprise, she turns her gaze toward her voice.

Then from under the bed, a small shadow as flat as her hand quickly popped out and appeared before Serene.

"Always, thank you, Butler"

"What will they say! If this Butler is to be rewarded by the princess, I will even throw my life away. '

"I don't want my life. Butler, the usual one, I want to do it."

'You're going to paradise. I'm awed.'

The shadow, called Butler, bows down to Serene.

In response to the trick, Serene smiles faintly.

Nobody knows but her, but this exchange was already happening many times.

A night that should be no different than usual, of closed rooms, dominated only by moonlight and silence.

But at this time, the story of Serene-Arkuilla, later known as Princess Moonlight, was slowly beginning to spin.