Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

Back to the audience enlivened by Lord Doyle's descent of Lord Lute, son of the Sturp family known for his horse's fame, we approach Lord Doyle, who drops off the back of His Gray, who walked away.

My chest ached as I kept staring at the direction His Highness Grey walked away with a flashing look on his face.

But Master Doyle is also bad about this one, I fool myself in the heart.

Do you know? Dear Doyle.

It's also an extraordinarily painful thing to say that you can't rely on someone who wants to help you more than anyone else.

I speak in my heart to Master Doyle, who is strong but therefore does not try to have the option of relying on it. I guess you two aren't going to be a glimmer at the same time. From now on, I only rushed in to get a sigh of zero.

Now, it's still a prerequisite to bring Mr. Doyle, who stands up.

"Dear Doyle. If we can rest, let's go back to school for once, shall we? We will prepare warm tea."

If you softly approach Master Doyle and speak to him, Master Doyle will transfer his gaze to me in a loose motion. Often reflecting its will, purple crystal eyes, which host a strong light, also feel weak and shaken just today.

"Ballad."

"Master Doyle and Blanc both practiced early in the morning, and I was wondering if it would be better if we took a break."

"..................... Right. Go back."

I grin thinly at my words and squeeze my hand to Master Doyle, who got off Bran. But you can't possibly even know my mood, Master Doyle, as he was slowly walked out toward a place where the Lutzes and senior Leopards gathered, with a voice of labor to Blanc, so I rush after that back, too.

That way, you're always walking alone.

I should have been heartbroken by His Highness Gray's attitude, but frustrated by Master Doyle, who smiled without saying anything.

How impudent of yourself that you can always only go after that back. If I had more power, would Master Doyle have relied on me more if I could have fought shoulder to shoulder?

No, I'm sure Master Doyle can't rely on me even if I'm stronger than Master Doyle. Proud Doyle doesn't want to sound weak to others, no matter how painful they are. Even if you don't, it doesn't feel like you can rely on our people from the bottom of your heart.

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Of course, His Royal Highness Gray and Lady Claire.

He's kind.

Even when you can't afford to see who Lutze and the others are going to work with, be careful not to keep your promises to serve and do anything rough in front of me. Like one of the spears, even if you know it's unlikely, you're trying to live up to expectations around you.

I can stretch my chest to say that such a gentle and strong Doyle is the supreme master to me. Proud and always trying to be perfect, Master Doyle is a wonderful man who is not alone in this world.

But its strength makes me so hateful.

Proud of her husband's strengths would disqualify her from serving her side, such as feeling abominable. But in this contradictory chest, I'm sure His Highness Gray would understand.

That day.

'Ever since the day my father asked me that, I want to stand next to His Highness. So no matter how His Highness wants to help me, I won't take that hand.' Cause I don't want to serve the king and kneel, I want to be a [hero] standing next to a king like your father '

The voices of the strong determined Caged Doyle are so powerful and gentle that they breathe by accident. I know exactly how Mr. Doyle feels when he says he won't rely solely on His Highness Gray. And the reason.

But at the same time, I won't be the only one with unspoken remorse.

At that time, there was no change in the look on the face of His Highness Gray, who sees the far-sighted Doyle and Jin. However, several grooves were formed at the tip of fists firmly gripped on the ground as if to represent its chest, and it felt to me that the marks on the ground, which were deeply choosen for scratching with bare hands, represented above all the inside of its chest.

I remember His Highness Gray as I was eavesdropping on Mr. Doyle's conversation with Mr. Ginn as I pursued my husband's back, pulling Bran at a relaxed footing, and only breathing a sigh of sigh that seemed to zero again.

The fact that you were eavesdropping on the conversation between the two of you rests with His Highness Gray to keep it a secret from both Doyle and Jin.

I was surprised that this was the first time I met His Highness Gray face-to-face without Doyle, but we didn't have any reason to reject His Highness Gray's words that Doyle's heart wanted to know. With Solcier's magic props and my skills, I can eavesdrop as much as His Highness Grey wishes, without Master Doyle enlightening me.

I deeply agree with the words of His Highness Gray, who said to his heart that he would not be able to perform or anything like that, so His Highness's presence invited His Highness to lie down and invite His Highness Jin in the form of suggestions from us.

In fact, although it was good to start with the advice of Senior Eleonora that it was from the right public discourse, there were occasions when His Highness Gray could hold his head, even though it was a misnomer for Jin, who was led by Master Doyle and suddenly cut to the point without a reason to chat from it.

In the end, the purpose was accomplished because Doyle spoke in his heart in a way that confirmed Jin's will. After all, it is up to Master Jin to recognise that he is an unfit race for plotting.

There were some minor errands, such as Jin's case, but the words of Doyle, which I was able to hear at last, were very strange.

I couldn't guess exactly how His Highness Grey felt when he told me he wanted to stand next to me, but that he had nothing to rely on.

My lord Gray and I are in a very different position to serve Master Doyle. It must have been so complicated in His Highness's chest that it wasn't the remorse I felt or any other eyes. But something similar to the remorse I felt then. I'm sure His Highness felt it, too. Much stronger than us and others.

Inheritance of the Duke's family who gave birth to [the brave] after two generations with the next king.

It must be very difficult for the two of you, carrying so much stuff on each other, to build a friendship that relies on ease like me and Lutze and the others. Besides, you're two very similar people who want to protect everything with their hands and carry it alone.

The nature of you two is gentle and strong.

So much so that you don't need the help of others.

The relationship between the two of you, who don't mesh well because each other tries to care about each other and protect each other, won't be something that can be managed where outsiders speak out.

............... both of you stubborn, no. Because you have a strong will that will never break once you decide.

I can't help but regret Doyle's appearance as she behaves as usual, nodding at the words of blessings she receives from Luce and Leopardo and Eleonora seniors.

With His Highness Grey's hands said, I will not rely on anyone in the end. I regret how bad Master Doyle is and how powerful he can only be.

I know Master Doyle regrets going the wrong way.

Something I'm trying to look back at myself and make amends for.

But I don't think you need to work so hard on your own, Master Doyle.

Me and Luce, of course, reviewed Master Doyle, even Solcier and Jeff, in one of Senior Eleonora's cases, and Senior Leopardo is on your side. There are Alan and Serena and Zeno and Meryl, as well as my grandfather and father. Even Lord Claire and His Highness Gray are on your side, and if anything happens, they should want to help.

Why doesn't Master Doyle know about it?

..................... you're not.

I guess you don't rely on us because you know we think so. You think Master Doyle, who is tough on himself, should not be sweeter around him any more. Because I've already caused a lot of trouble.

But if Doyle says so, how the hell are we supposed to make amends for pushing our own expectations?

It was also us who reflected on the entrance ceremony and the simulation battle and on the words of Master Doyle, who had finally revealed himself, Master Doyle.

We want to try again, just as you wanted to try again.

My grandfather told me that Master Zeno was about to leave the Grand Marshal's position. We have also heard from Luce that the Hendra Chamber of Commerce is trying to follow Master Doyle. Senior Leopardo also recognized Master Doyle as a subordinate. As Dr. Hengst said, the school teachers also keep an eye on Master Doyle. I have also heard that the King has forgiven Mr. Doyle for his past at the admissions ceremony and has recently declined all of Mr. Claire's friendships, which he had put on hold. Lady Claire says she will be watching the paper rose given to her by Lady Doyle all the time if she has time. His Royal Highness Grey has been declared to wait for Master Doyle to return.

We all want to start over with Doyle again.

I want you to rely on me, Master Doyle.

Join the circle surrounding Master Doyle, wondering how many thoughts you don't convey well inside. I can't help but rush Master Doyle, surrounded by many people but not trying to take that hand.

Yesterday, when I broke up with His Highness Gray and the others and returned to Master Doyle, I couldn't bear to tell Master Doyle that I would, naturally, keep my promise.

Yes, I know that as much as I have already stained myself and I know that Doyle is not the one who made the promises he made once in his mouth. Because I know, I'm naturally frustrated that Doyle's words about protecting us are pointing at my powerlessness.

I told the words of Master Doyle, who knows nothing, that I was worried about hitting eight, and I deplored the fact that I was still immature as a side-service. I also need more refinement so that one day I can serve the side that you can rely on, like Grandpa.

I'm such a still immature person, but if it still comes true.

Is it my sincerity that wants me to hear Master Doyle's weak voice?

"We're going back, Balad."

"Yes."

My breasts nod at that unusual Doyle-like appearance.

The strength of Master Doyle, who never tries to rely on his surroundings, is proud and abominable, the kindness is joyful and carefree, and the thoughts he can't convey are hurried and terrible.

"Dear Doyle,"

"What?

"If you need anything, tell Ballado, will you?

"... what's the sudden matter?

"Ballad has always wanted to help you"

"Right."

I also nod back vigorously because Doyle gave me a void expression and nodded at my words when I saw such a Doyle as if nothing had happened.

I follow Doyle's back, who walked out again, even though he seemed to wonder about my attitude like that.

This is how I will continue to chase the backs of this one, the Supreme Master, but in an abominable hurry for the rest of my life.

I whisper as I stretch my pins and spine and see my husband's back walking upright, hoping that soon you realize that Master Doyle wants us to start over, too.

Although I would like Doyle to be aware of it as soon as possible, I regret to say that I am not the one making Doyle aware of it, and I think it is in the service of His Highness Gray.

There are a lot of things that Doyle would like us to know about our regrets, our extended hands, etc., but I feel it's different for me to tell you that, so I decided to keep an eye on you.

With my thoughts on the upcoming sleepover, I secretly prayed in my heart that this similar way of childhood taming would reconcile.