Your Highness, the Voice of Your Heart is Leaking!

Elena's room was at the edge of the hallway.

It was smaller than Luca's own room, but still two rooms connected, too large. However, a large amount of luggage was scattered on the desk and on the floor.

Because of the small number of servants, cleaning would also be at each discretion.

"Sorry... dirty..."

"No, never mind"

Seeing Elena rushing to clean up her books and pieces of paper, Zizie caught her eye on the equally sized doll that was placed beside her desk.

Just the human torso part. That's definitely what they call a torso. At his feet are scattered pieces of cut into distorted triangles and thin, transparent paper shards, and Zizzy picks them up wondering if she should help.

Then in the messy paperwork on the table, an elaborate dessant painting was placed.

(This is...)

What was depicted there was the dress Elena wore at a previous party.

Many different dresses are sketched on the paper that overlapped further down. They're all sophisticated designs, a level I don't think I painted for comfort.

"Um, this..."

――

As Zizzy spoke, Elena opened her eyes wide. Flip the design painting to take it back.

When Zizzy was surprised by that sword screen, she apologized small "sorry......" for embarrassing Elena for disturbing her as well.

I'm going to get some tea, and while Elena was out of her seat, Zizzy, who was sitting on the couch, was remembering an earlier design.

(That dress... just...)

A dark green costume that was depicted on the second sheet. That's the same thing Sarah Foster wore at the other night's club.

(But the paper was also old, and rather than simply copied it, it looked like something Elena had drawn herself...)

Elena, who despises her own dress, and a stubborn attitude that says she's not involved in making clothes. But even from the feel of this room - she's a 'craftsman' who creates clothes.

Feeling like Elena's identity of discord is finally going to be grasped, Zizzy quietly awaits her return.

But suddenly the voice of my heart, which conceived a great emotion, flew through the door.

"- I just want to protect you... why..."

Strong confusion and eagerness. When Tsitsy stood up in a hurry, she opened the terrifying door.

Then Elena and someone were arguing in the middle of the hallway.

Apparently, at the party the other day, the young man showed up to pick her up.

"Elena, reconsider. You're just being used."

"... I know that. But..."

"Even the new brand! Using your abilities, it's up to you just to want to make money! Even now it's all you..."

"Orbit, … that's enough"

Before Elena, who pushed silently, the young man whose name was called was shaking his head quietly. Elena just stares at the floor with a badly hurt face.

Zizzy, watching the end of one of those two rooms, returned to the room with great care so that there was no sound of closing the door.

I don't know. There's sweat on my forehead.

(And I saw a hell of a scene...)

Eventually Elena came back with a tea set.

While Zizzy is slightly lost, she asks about the sight she saw earlier.

"Um... were you okay? Didn't you have an appointment with someone else..."

"... no. Especially"

"So, but, uh, Mr. Orbit, is..."

Then Elena's lashes, sitting across the street, were pushed up just a little. Immediately, when I zero my sigh, I mouth my own brewed tea.

"You were being watched. Sorry, my voice is so loud..."

"Oh, that, I'm sorry. I thought your friend was here."

While Zizzy laughed as illuminated, Elena dropped her gaze at the table again.

"- Orbit is my childhood friend… former fiancée"

"This, fiancée, is it ⁉"

"Yes, but I said no"

Elena lowered her hand holding the cup, above her knees.

"Fortunately, even without marriage, I have been able to maintain my countenance... because I want to continue to help my brother..."

Zizie, who was listening to the word, had found one conclusion from the speculation that had shaped in him and from Orbit's conversation.

I wonder if I can mouth this, only for a moment, but the day of the party - when I think of Elena, who had her dress tainted and had a sinking look on her face, I swallow my breath like I was ready.

"Elena...... sorry if it wasn't. Maybe the truth is - aren't you the 'designer'?

As soon as she did, Elena pulled her mouth together.

At the same time the pressing Bili, the emotion blurs the back of Zizzy's brain. Definitely, Zizzy was convinced.

"The design painting that was in your room was already created as a product.... It's not just about helping. All the dresses that Luca is now said to have designed... aren't they the ones you handled?

……

Long and heavy silence filled the room so much that I could almost mistake it for patience comparison. Eventually Elena opens her mouth so that she raises the white flag.

"... you're right. I am awakening all the designs of the specials"

- The trigger was trivial.

Elena, who was looking at the work of a designer who was in the workshop before the business started to get on track yet, said she had tried to draw a dress herself.

When my brother Luca laid eyes on it and commercialized it, the Lady of the Sakura nobility liked it a lot, and rumors spread from it all at once.

As my brother asked me twice and three times to design and finish, Elena's dress became popular and the request came in even more.

However, no matter how many points he scored, his name as a designer was "Luca".

"How did you get Luca's name?

"My brother says... 'I can't sell it with something designed by a woman'..."

In this Versia, where the old aristocratic structure remains colorful, houses that take gold measures in business management tend to be considered second-rate. The Schneider family can fight even in such a public eye, for one thing, because a lump of talent named Luca bears its name.

But if the liver designer is really a woman.

In the clear king's capital, which is still inferior to men and women, its credibility changes as much as it does in heaven and earth. No matter how good the design actually is, if I had put it out in Elena's name from the beginning, I'm sure it wouldn't have been held up this far.

"Me too... I think so. What we all want is not 'my dress', but 'a dress designed by my brother'..."

I remember Elena's heart moaning that what I make is worthless.

Even though it was designed by Elena in the same way, people buy it all just because the bill says it was designed by Luca. Her dress, on the other hand, is uncleanly tainted and laughed at. That feeling of powerlessness would be immeasurable.

"Anyone else know about this?

"I know the people in the workshop. But everyone understands..."

"Really..."

Perhaps a young man named Orbit also knew this truth and complained that he could not do something about it.

Towards Zizzy, who didn't know how to speak up and became silent, Elena went on to say words that included giving up.

"That's okay. I, … if anyone pleases the dress, even if it is not my name, so…"

"... Elena..."

Eventually, the door to the room was concocted, informing me that Zizzy's reception had arrived. Zizzy had no choice but to leave her room behind, as she was pulled back by Elena's face, which seemed lonely.