Blooming in Different World is a Lily Flower

Fuuka Hamilton's rescue operation.

The first step is to find out where Fuuka is.

Fuuka, who himself came to the King's Capital, would not be treated very well. Anyway, people only think of Huka as a handy tool for political marriage.

Umi left it.

Because I probably wouldn't be at the Count Hamilton family anyway, such as a servant with a cat.

Walk down the hallway.

Fuuka's room should be just around the corner of this hallway.

(Wait, Fuuka...)

Miyako walks down the hallway of the Hamilton family, suppressing her feelings to do it.

Quickly.

Come on, we have to go help.

(Successful intrusion...... Huh!

I snuck eyes and snuggled into the Hamilton family mansion.

Unexpectedly.

Miyako observes the mansion as she hardens herself to tension.

The servant-style clothes that Susie prepared familiarized me well with the servants working at the Hamilton family. I wonder if some of them are in uniform...... or are wearing some made-up clothes.

Lovely.

Wouldn't it look good on a hookah? Can I borrow one or so clothes? Now it's time for you to make a promise to stay with me forever and run away somewhere. Then you're gonna have to wear this damn cute maid outfit.

Fits, definitely fits. It's decided to be cute.

Yeah, I want to see Fuuka soon - that's what Miyako thought.

Keep pretending to be a servant with that in mind.

"You're taking this linen!

"Oh, are you new here?

"Yes, sir"

A veteran-inspired servant woman gives me a voice and makes me smile.

Yeah, and the servant twisted his neck.

Shit.

Suspected.

One, and the cold sweat flowing.

With the washed linen in his hand, Miyako stretches his spine as grandly as possible.

"To Master Fuuka's room, to deliver this!

"............ what?

A strange face.

Shit, Miyako thinks.

Could this have been done?

"You, come here"

"Wow."

Gu, they pull my sleeve all the time and bring me into the shadows.

A woman with a scary face said.

"Not too loud, don't give me the name of Master Fuuka!

"Oh, that."

"Take him to the barn quickly. And this too."

It was a grain of candy balls that was pressed.

"..., yes"

Barn.

Pressed candy balls.

Don't call your name out loud, Fuuka.

Miyako thinks about what it means.

Outside the window.

Outside it is wrapped in the sun.

(Fuuka is trapped in a barn...?

The chest is tightened.

Losing the word, a veteran servant tells him in a quiet voice.

"And then you"

"Hey, what is it?"

"The flowers you are inserting into your hair, they are too beautiful for a servant. Be careful."

"Yes. Excuse me."

What I was inserting into my hair was a flower that Susie had prepared for me.

A circle of flowers that grew up in the garden of the King's Capital Mansion of the Florence family.

It was a flower that Miyako wanted to give to Fuuka, and that's what he brought.

Cold.

In a barn with temperatures dropping in the evening, Huka shrinks.

Cold, cold.

In the rainy afternoon, I recall why my body temperature was shared with Miyako in a small cabin in the far Atika region.

Still, I'm the one who chose this.

Huka strokes the paper in her hand.

It's a contract.

A contract you can't even read inside a barn without a light.

"You can do it, it's a contribution to the Hamilton family."

That's what my father said and the contract he handed me.

You should take it spoiled, contract.

At all times, all that was given to Fuuka from this House was a promise.

If you're good, or something. If it's beautiful, or something. Win an engagement war, or something.

Such conditional handling of a lady.

Huka thinks.

It doesn't matter about the contract, I wanted a warm family.

And yet, how could I have taken a contract from Myako that said, "If I make you say happy in two weeks," from me?

You must have thought I was horrible about Miyako for accepting me.

For her sake, I wonder what kind of big name it is that brought her back here. I guess I couldn't believe the pictorial aesthetic of two women living together to escape everywhere.

"... heh. I wonder what you're talking about. You can't do that."

Such regret is a later festival. Keep following the orders of the house.

'Cause I'm not seeing Miaco anymore...

At that time.

By the window of the little light in the barn, I saw a light.

"... honey,... uka!

I have a voice like a bright day.

Fantasy? No. Oh, no way.

"Fuka."

"Miyako!?

In a hurry, climb up to the light window.

I gathered all the crappy furniture around me to build a scaffold.

The door is locked from the outside.

Look out there, there.

"It's okay, Fuuka!?

I had a full smile, Miako standing.

As a matter of course, he stood.

"I'm stuck here... sorry, I can't find my keys. I hope I can just give you the sheets."

"... well, here we are"

Huka squeezes her voice out somehow.

The sight in front of me seemed a convenient fantasy.

"Because... it won't be two weeks yet"

"Huh?"

grin, and Miako laughs.

To reassure the hookah.

"I'm happy about Fuuka in two weeks, let me tell you. I have two more days, please. Let it stick just a little bit more."

"Oh, for fuck's sake. You've read the letter. I can't do it anymore."

"Maybe I can't. It could be at my own risk. But give me a chance."

Miyako softly takes the flowers she was inserting into her hair.

A round of white lily flowers.

Stretch your back.

I gave it to Huka.

"Eh heh. And now I'm telling you that I love Fuka, not by accident or kidnapping, but in front of everyone."

"... that,"

"Next time, because I'll bring it with a bouquet of flowers I can't hold"

Huka, gently.

I received that round of flowers.

"Many times, let me tell you. Fuuka, be happy with me!

to that straightforward word.

Fuuka speaks unexpectedly.

Until now, I can't say a word. Words no one could have said.

I'm sure, if it's Miyako.

"Miako... please, give me"

Throw away the will, the pride, the stray, you can tell.

"Help me!

The contract received by Fuuka was a pledge of "dedication to the water treatment project".

- Hydraulic work with the prestige of the Hamilton family.

- Joint venture with the Reinhardt family, whose marital relationship has been destroyed.

Send a man of white magic qualities as a prayer to that water cure project, which does not proceed late because of repeated accidents... such a story has been lifted.

Prayer by the serpentine river.

That's going to take place on a heavy rainy day that has decimated the embankment many times.

My father, Count Dan Hamilton, laid eyes on a hookah who was quite systematically fixing white magic while an aristocratic maid.

"Sacrifice!?

"Your voice is loud, Miyako."

"So, but! Oh no, it's out of date...... Huh! I don't know what that means."

"What I want is a pipe with the Duke of Reinhardt, a more senior aristocrat. Though a concubine, it is a good opportunity to show her loyalty to the Reinhardt family that Countess Hamilton orders her prayers for water healing. What's more,"

Huka cuts the words and buries her nose in a washed linen that she manages to drag in through the light window. The candy balls that one of my servants had plugged me in, I was afraid to eat them, even though I was sorry. Believable people, they are not in this House.

"What if the young lady, in prayer, died a tragic death?

"... you want to say that you're going to be better?

"You're right. Master Klaus seems obsessed with Miyako, but with that, he can't leave the Hamilton family unscathed. I'm a little bit old, but I think I might be able to lift up some fringe conversations with Master Klaus and his sisters."

Fuuka tells him pale.

(Er, I wonder if Klaus would even think about that... your face is full. Otum is like a red dot...?

And, Miyako questions, but there is no way such outrage can be tolerated nonetheless.

That's all the more so if you're a Fuka opponent.

"Absolutely, I'll help."

So that he can bite, Miyako swears.

"If it rains next time, there will be a prayer meeting. From the smell of this air, it will rain as early as tomorrow night -"

Small lights.

Fuuka desperately reaches out.

Miyako stretches up and responds to it.

"Please, Miyako. By then, please help me!

A white pinky finger got tangled up.

"Absolutely, absolutely help. Leave it to me. Yoo-hoo, let's screw this up!

A sign of promise.

Is that a contract or a condition? It's not like that.

Bloody, bond between the two.