Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

"I want to face you properly this time. And if it does, I want you to rely on me. - This time, I want to help you, Doyle."

One word at a time, confirming his readiness to be in himself, His Highness clearly told me so.

His Royal Highness's dark green eyes, reflecting the fire of fire, make him feel strong will and determination, seemingly lit by a burning fire at the center.

"So answer me without hiding, Doyle. I want to know everything, no matter what that feels like. - You resent an adventurer named Obza?

I don't think I'll ever be outnumbered by His Highness, who asks me the question I tried to delude earlier. No matter how sorry you are and how much you blame yourself, this guy who can admit it all at the end and compete squarely and head-on is a really strong guy. I pretended not to see it and put up with it, but I couldn't stand it and it was very different from me who made my way.

Besides, what a pity you don't even realize that you were running away from facing Your Highness for whatever reason until you were pointed out this way, rather than having an unlikely experience for a permanent person remembering a previous life and not letting him live with it at all, even though he should be able to see and think differently than his age for that matter.

If this is the case, how many years will it take to cross the fathers...

I'm frightened of myself not growing up at all before I remember my previous life.

Thoughts cannot be conveyed unless they are put into words.

Everyone knows that. But it's hard to do it, harder to ask people to do it. Because if you want people to, you have to reveal your true meaning first. And it scares everyone to expose their hearts. Because no one is afraid of being denied themselves, and they don't want to be hurt.

But His Highness is now trying to face me at that risk. There's nothing funny or funny about it. If you're bad at it, you bothered to put your anxiety into words and tell me what regrets you might not have wanted to say in order to hear your own stupid negative feelings.

So you're pushing my back, not afraid to put it into words.

I wonder if this is the king's vessel, and I look at His Highness who doesn't let go of me. To the habit of gripping my fist firmly out of anxiety, but never pulling, is strong and straight everywhere, honest.

Is it because you're childhood friendly or because I'm your precious sister's fiancée? Why are you so obsessed with me and heartbreaking when there are so many people around His Highness? His Royal Highness is full of things to ask.

What happened while I was away?

What did you think of me before that?

Can't I be [Spear Brave]?

I have a lot to talk to His Highness about. There's a lot we need to talk about. But the most important thing I need to do right now, desperately trying to find out with me, will be to respond to the kindness of childhood tampering in front of me.

"- Of course. I thought many times that I wouldn't have had to know if it wasn't for that guy. I hated it from the bottom of my heart when Obza said lightly," You can't be the [Spear Brave] "to a habit that knows nothing about the expectations and affections placed on me."

"... right"

That's why I conveyed my feelings to His Highness.

Mr. Obza, who poked me away even though I didn't ask for the facts I didn't want to know, was a plague god himself to me then.

"I've always been neglected. I have memories of him. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… I couldn't hate Mr. Obza."

Conflicting, I think to myself.

But I can't forget the look on Mr. Obza's clumsy hand when he looks at me in pain. Though I thought from the bottom of my heart that I was a plague god who was neglected and never wanted to see me again, I couldn't forget that guy and not have everything.

"I truncated the sword skills that he taught me that I didn't need. [Spear Brave] Because you didn't know what it was worth to me not to be. That's what I was deciding then that if I gave up being [Spear Brave], there would be nothing left in this hand. So it was neglectful, hateful and horrible of Mr. Obza to tell me I had no spear talent................ But Mr. Obza promised me that when he received two replies to the slightest interrogation fee I had given him, he would not teach anyone about my fitness. So that I don't get anxious, keep it a secret about the skills that Mr. Obza sees fit to have while I keep quiet, until the terms of exchange."

"Right."

Remembering the time, one word at a time. It's strange because that's when I wanted to hide all that, and my emotions, because if I talk to you, I'll say it and I'll get out of myself.

And my words, full of such contradictions, His Highness listens quietly as he hammers.

"At that time, I couldn't forget the last word Mr. Obza said to me. I think it was those words that kept me from crossing the last line even after I went the wrong way."

"............... what did they say?

He summoned me and forced a bewildered Mr. Obza to hold a bag of coins. And I remember when I tried to walk away just saying what I wanted to say. Suddenly he grabbed the money and was confused, but still Mr. Obza was calling me so hard.

"He said this world is much wider than I think and has all sorts of possibilities. And I have a lot more possibilities and a future than I think. So don't give up. Mr. Obza told me that there were as many roads as there were."

"- That's a lot of ambiguity, huh?

"I'm not deluding you, am I? I was a kid for a few minutes, and I had a cup of it all because of me. But the general contents should be the same."

"Then fine."

I feel tickled at His Highness for loosening his fist, which he was still gripping while responding unfathomably to my words.

I was thrilled when I came back to my vague words seeping through the noise that His Highness blamed, but I gently stroked my chest down to His Highness, who looked convinced me once.

"- - Doyle"

"Yes."

"............... you know.... Honestly, I don't know what to say."

"Yes."

- Thank you.

"Yes?"

"Thanks for talking to me............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................ - So, thank you."

It was nice talking to you.

I didn't know what to describe the emotions that would come up in those murmured words to His Highness, who shrugged like that and lay down his face lightly.

There are so many things I have to thank His Highness for watching and worrying and scolding me, who is always invisible and selfish around me. But they also told me that I shouldn't rush alone in a hurry.

............... I can't believe I'm thanking you. If you want to thank me, it's mine.

Thank you for your concern.

Thanks for watching.

Thanks for waiting.

Thank you for scolding me to think about it.

Thank you for saying you want to face it.

"- - It's me, thank you for listening."

I wanted to convey this feeling to His Highness, but I couldn't put it into words.

When I looked up and laughed happily at His Highness's face at my words, which I interrupted with a plundering voice, I murmured once more in my heart, thanking him.

In the woods so quiet that I could hear the tree leaves swinging in the wind when it touched me, between me and His Royal Highness, a broken conversation, the fire of fire sounded patchy and playful.

I interrupted the conversation at the border with His Highness's unfathomable reply, but several silences since I entered the sleepover were not as pleasant as before.

"Would you like a drink, Your Highness?

"Get it."

Pour into the glass the water that was with the night meal Balad left behind and serve it to His Highness. I don't normally use cups for sleepovers, but I'm getting a little used to the readiness of ballads that usually prepare water and cups.

His Royal Highness had also become accustomed to the Ballad, which was always equipped with laying cloths, watermarks, etc., he had received without saying anything. I think your Highness has been poisoned by the way you stopped caring about the details, but after confirming that you received the cup, I calm my back, too.

And I used [Signal Detection] from time to time to explore what was going on around me while drinking the water with the chickens.

".................. Hey, Doyle"

"What is it?

"I won't even tell you to tone it back suddenly, but can you just do something about the way you call it? It feels weird when you call me Your Highness."

"Is that how you call it?

"... you can call me anything you want."

When I stare at the blaze because I don't see any anomalies in particular, and I don't have anything to do with it, I look back unexpectedly because His Royal Highness suddenly mentioned the name of the call, and I see His Highness seriously because it's something I put out that I'd rather call out than the old name of the call.

"You used to call me by my name, right?" Master Grey. "

I look unexpectedly when I see something unusual in His Highness's voice, which gradually dwindles, whether it is illuminated by telling me out of myself. At the same time, I was tickled and laughed at when I thought that Your Highness cared so much about my tone.

"Huh! Don't laugh! I'm serious..."

………… Your Highness. "

I laughed at His Highness's offer. He was angry at me for a moment, Your Highness, but I cut the word along the way. It was unusual for an angry lord to say he would stop, so I tried calling his lord's name, but he didn't reply.

I thought that the laughter had hurt me so much, and the moment I tried to speak to His Highness again, His Highness smiled and looked at me.

"- - If you don't like calling me by my name so much, you can call me 'brother' specially, Doyle? Unlike seniors, of course, in public. Somehow I told Claire, 'I'll be sure to pick you up by the time this flower dies, so just wait,' didn't I? Be polite, accompanied by an indelible rose"

I accidentally drop the cup I had in my hand to His Highness, who said so with a full smile and a cat stroke. I felt zero water on my legs, but I felt the worst shock of the day so much that I didn't care about such a thing. I stiffened my sire to His Highness's words.

And seeing me like that darkened his grin even more, His Highness continues to fight back with a particularly gentler voice.

"That was an adorable bouquet of flowers that Claire seemed to like, put together in light pink or white? Besides, it's all your handmade? I don't know how many years I've had, but I've taken care of women. It was a wonderful bouquet of flowers you wanted me to make, too, Doyle?

An eye set on a gentle grin conveys His Highness's anger as a hissy. All I could do was stare back at His Highness deliberately clapping his shoulders and asking him as if he had seen a bouquet of real flowers.

"I was surprised because I thought it would take a little longer to make up my mind. Claire's in love with you, so she told me to 'wait forever' and that's a pleasure, she said. Of course, as a childhood friend, as Claire's brother, I sincerely congratulate you on your decision to marry Claire, don't I? Neither of you has graduated from the High School yet, so don't worry, we won't be having a wedding right now. After the next three years, I can't be happier that you're my brother-in-law, can I, Doyle? Look, you're gonna be a regular family soon, so you can call me" brother "as Claire's partner, grandiose!

I stare at His Highness, who told me so with his sitting eyes as he drew an arc on his mouth.

Anyway, I wanted to say a lot about when I found out, about how His Highness knew about the bouquet of flowers and the details with words, about being Seniors Ljeci and 'brother', but the shock was too strong for me to say any of it.

Or where did you sell my information to His Highness?

If you ever gave Claire a paper rose, you still don't have a voice for His Highness, who knew the color of the bouquet and the contents with words, word for word. Numerous questions run through your head, such as why His Highness knows so much about what happened at the Royal Castle, even though you were at school.

But His Highness on the other hand drank the water he had with a slightly rambling trick after he looked at me and laughed with a hunched nose giving him a voice that didn't sound painful.

And Kang! and his Highness, who slapped a glass on the ground with the momentum that seemed to sound, asked quietly with an unusual voice when he looked at me as if nothing had happened.

"So what do you want to call me?

"...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Seriously, I'm no match for this guy, it was the moment I thought.

"From the beginning, you just have to call me honest."

"I apologize for the inconvenience, Master Gray"

"Really."

In a dignified manner, I silently pour water on Master Gray, who sticks out the cup so well but emptied. Happy with my attitude like that, Master Gray put the glass quietly on the ground this time when he took another sip of water.

"So what do you got?"

"... What is it?

"Something you want to talk to me about, something you want to ask me for."

I was terrified to find out how far this person knew, and when I asked Master Gray if there was anything there, he asked me if there were any worries, so I thought about it for a while.

Trouble, hey.

I wonder what to say to Master Gray, who awaits my response with some caged eye of anticipation. It's easy for me to say it's not here, but I'd hate it if something more came up than Claire's.

But when it comes to troubles, it comes to my immediate troubles, like the runaway maneuvering of my men, the fear of Balad trying to brainwash even his own horse, the heavy loyalty of Blanc, and the occasional sight of a tail on the gin.

None of them are subtle and honestly don't annoy Master Gray's hands. I mean, Master Gray must also have trouble getting ballads and brans thrown round. Those guys are kind of, like, pretty different. I don't think that's the case only with Master Gray, but I have trouble getting mummified.

then it would be otherwise troubling..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

When I was worried about whether there was anything just right to talk to Master Gray, I remembered Lute unexpectedly. As far as Lute and Serejaira are concerned, I was originally hoping I could talk to His Royal Highness, and that's just fine.

"Master Grey."

"Anything wrong?

"Yes. Master Gray, you know Serejayla von Bloom, don't you?

"Claire's nanny daughter, right? Of course I know, but are you interested?

"No, no, you're not interested in saying that, are you? I'm interested in the friendship that's coming to her about Lute!

"Lute Sturp?"

As soon as I hear Serejayla's name, which I thought was just fine, I rush to explain to Master Gray, who lowered his voice. I can't wait for Master Gray to have a strange suspicion, so if you hurry up and give me Lute's name, I accidentally zeroed my sigh to Master Gray, who silently urged me to continue talking after giving him a flashing and unexpected look.

For a long time, but Master Gray is very tough on my interest in women other than Claire. This Ciscon, poisoned in my heart, opened my mouth again.

"Lute and Serejaira, they're in love."

"Are you sure?

"Yeah. I asked Ballado to look into it, so I thought I'd be sure. - So, apparently, it stopped working because of me. The duel between them also seems to involve the fringe that came to her."

"Speaking of which, Serejeira was approached by the Marquis son of her neighbor"

"The Marquis's son was an entourage to the prince who came to propose to Claire, wasn't he?

"…………………………………"

He somehow figured out how that duel went with the little information I told him, and Master Gray frowned slightly.

"It's a resentment."

"That's right. It's just that Lute has a burden about the admission ceremony."

"Such a thing. Chara in the middle of all this noise, right?

"............... but if you two are really in love, Claire will be sad too, won't she?

"It's -,"

"Can you do something about it?

…………

Ask Master Gray, who has a reluctant face for my consultation, for more of Claire's stock. Then Lady Gray wrinkled between her brows and thought about it. Perhaps now in Master Gray, my every favor + Claire and Lute's heart certificate is on the scale.

I think where Master Gray originally had my shoulder, Gray's testimony to Lute is pretty bad because of the duel noise in the meantime. Furthermore, Lute's disregard for the school's decision to apply to me for a duel, as well as his attempt to compete in what was clearly his area of expertise rather than fair terms, must have offended Master Gray's heart.

Master Gray is tough on that kind of place.

If that duel had been officially signed up through the school, if Lute had fought outside of equestrianism, Master Grey would not have been so reluctant.

If there's an area you're good at from me, then I want to compete with it, and I know exactly what it's like to compete after I know I'm an advantage, but Master Gray doesn't like those petty workers.

If you want to compete, you want a fair fight for both on the same terms. I'm sure that duel that everyone thought Lute would win was something that didn't bother them in many ways.

Either way, it's Master Gray who decides whether to help or not, so I quietly await Master Gray's conclusion. I look sinister now, because this gentle, cisconic childhood tame is sure to help me.

"- - - If Selejaira doesn't want to have an affair, I'll give her a mouthfeel that extends the affair. But unless Lute Stalp does something, I'm not gonna pull Stalp together."

"Enough! Thank you, Master Gray!

If you thank Mr. Gray, who concluded so after plenty of troubles, Mr. Gray speaks out in a way that doesn't seem interesting.

But I was in a good mood for Master Gray, who gave me the answer I thought I would.

The problem with you two is that you're running out of time. If you take the time, Lute will give you the title on his own, and if it seems difficult, you can provide Lute with a place where I can accomplish the feat.

The moment I tried to thank Master Gray again for the matter of Lute, which was almost solved with this, with a bitter laugh still leaning between my eyebrows.

When I felt the forest air change, I reflexively burst Master Gray from the side of the fire and slipped my body between the fire and Master Gray.