Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry

A white magnetic teacup falls to the floor and crumbles along with cashaan and light noise.

The young man shouted off as his smooth flax hair passed right in front of him as if in slow motion.

How did this happen, young people wander through the sea of thought in search of answers without.

An outstretched hand strikes the universe, but it is inhibited by the blunt columns with padlocks that stand in front of it.

'... Now, that's okay...'

Across the iron lattice, she smiles calmly as she leans against the chair. Even at the end of the day, it should be noted that her temperament had not been lost.

'This is the only way...'

A glimmer of red flows off the edge of her mouth. To her skin, so white that it was likely to disappear, the red Shizuku was so poisonous and vibrant that it seemed so evil.

'Please, promise me... a peaceful world, a good country, when you make...'

'... oh, I swear. I will surely try to make this country peaceful'

The girl delightfully narrows her blue eyes to a confession that exhales youth blood. I laughed lightly and quietly let go of the light.

"I... really, about you..."

Only the featherworms flocking to the bonfire in the dungeon knew that Shizukuishi had transmitted two of the young man's cheeks.

Concon.

The 47th king of the Kingdom of Platinum, Oswald Draco Platinum, opened his closed eyelids to a knock that echoed indoors illuminated only by candle flames.

When I put my hand on my forehead, there's a cold sweat floating there in surprise. Take the wine glass placed on the table and moisten your throat.

"Come in."

When I spoke, the door opened without sound, and a blue-haired, grey-haired boy came in. Are you conscious of being inconspicuous? The outfit is unified with dark colors, and the dark eyes are full of confusion.

"Excuse me for being late at night, Your Majesty."

"Tuvalu... I don't care"

Oswald felt a little relieved by the boy's visit, which he himself had been sneaking in as the First Prince's squire, and invited him into the room.

The boy, called Tuvalu, slowly came before Oswald without sound, offering him a bunch of paper he had in his hand.

Oswald instantly understood that was the report on the disturbances that took place at the Lucrezia School today.

Oswald only hears that there has been a disturbance, but he still doesn't know more information.

It was only with a frightened look on the part of those who had returned from school that it was plausible that the idiot son would have revealed something absurd again.

He receives the report and glances at the first page.

"... what is this"

And when Oswald read through to the end, he threw the report on the table and put his hand between his eyebrows.

It's only been a month since Lucas gave me a report of the procedure, and things are even more heavily overshadowing Oswald's expectations and going diagonally. Neither did he expect things to move so far in this short period of time.

"As you can see on the paper, this is a report about the disturbances caused by the First Prince and his fiancée at the school."

"If you look at that, you'll see. I'm telling you, that's the problem."

Oswald stares at a bunch of paper placed on the table. I have no sin in the report, but I can't help but hit eight by accident.

"You think the Spirit went wild in school? Isn't it extinct?

"I don't even know that point. However, the twins definitely had feathers on their backs."

"And did those spirits excite their power for" a certain person "? Doesn't this sound like you're using the Spirit?"

Oswald has always been interested in those who accomplished it since Lucas showed him something exorcistic a month ago.

Lucas didn't quite try to report on the person. So Oswald moved to explore it himself, and found it.

Tuvalu was sneaking by him as the First Prince's squire, but his original purpose was not to keep Rochford in the mood.

"... and what is written in this sentence is true?

"Yes. It was indeed Miss Drossel who quelled the wrath of the Spirit. I only confirmed with these eyes that she, who should have no magic, lightly suppressed the overwhelming power of the Spirit."

The Spirit thing is also important, but more than that, Oswald took an extraordinary interest in the presence of Drossel.

Drossel Noah Filialeggis, fiancée of the First Prince, Ten Himself, who developed the magical induction ceremony. And it is likely that the Oswalds are the ones with the power they have sought for years.

For Oswald, she was just a 'son's fiancée' until a month ago. I no longer gave up on the First Prince and let her go, so I didn't pay special attention to her either.

"Hey, Tuvalu. Do you think that girl resents Nong?

"... what do you think? It's a personal observation I've been observing her over the past two months, but she shows absolutely no interest in not being interested. There was no bare gesture of interest at all about the First Prince either, so perhaps you don't have any extraordinary thoughts about His Majesty either"

"Right."

But not now. The power and possibilities of Drossel are indefinite. If her power is real, as a king, her cooperation is where I really want to keep it.

"If you don't see her for a second, nothing will start."

"I'll come to the Duke's house tomorrow as soon as I can."

"Um, I asked you to."

In a courtesy of Oswald, Tuvalu quietly left the room.

Even after Tuvalu left, Oswald watched the night sky silently through the window. And twinkle with a potpourri without distracting from the view outside.

"... you should leave if you're here"

His words quietly fell into the moonlight room, and eventually from the corner of the dark room, where no light plunged in, one old man represented himself. He's a little old man with no more hips than Oswald, and his white beard is often noticeable in the dark.

"Excuse me...... There was Tuvalu, and it's a good time to leave..."

Only Oswald and this old man know the hidden passage that leads to this room.

"What do you think of this, David?"

"What do you say...?

"Which direction will this thing fall for our country"

"I don't know...... Doesn't Your Majesty already have an answer within himself...?

……

David was right.

"That girl... you think she can lend that power to our country?

"Let's just say that depends on His Majesty's response... That kid looks difficult, he's a simple kid. I will not forgive him who sees him as my enemy, but I will be affectionate to him who accepts him everywhere..."

"Right..."

Oswald slowly closed his eyes.

"Did you know from the beginning that this would happen?

"Your Majesty has bought too many eagles. It's a story that can't be founded on human beings… knowing all their futures."

"I mean, if it's part of it, you know what I mean?

……

Oswald and David's gaze hits each other quietly. My face is hidden by White Beard and I can't read any information or emotions from David.

"Three years ago, you were the one who advanced that Miss Drossel should be the fiancée candidate for the next heir to the throne. It was Ale himself who chose it, but you... didn't you know the value of that girl from the beginning?

"Ho ho, I don't know..."

That's what David told me to put it aside. Oswald sighs.

David never tries to talk about himself. The dating itself has been going on for about 30 years now, but what Oswald knows is that he has served the king of this country for generations.

And it's just that he's not just a person.

"... you're as unreadable as ever."

"Ho-ho, let me take that as a compliment."

Laughing floating, David rocks his beard.

"Well, I'm done with this..."

"Ah."

David turns back his heel. Oswald also returned his gaze to the window, but David's voice reaches on its back.

"Your Majesty, if it were now, would you believe...?" The second daughter of the Duke of Philialeggis holds the destiny of the world. "

Leaving a nostalgic prophecy behind, David walked out of the room to melt in the darkness just as he did when he came.

"... oh, I believe you"

Without turning around, Oswald snapped with a potpourri. There is no one in this room right now who hears Oswald's words.

When they first said that prophecy, Oswald didn't believe it. But now it hurts that David's words were true.

"... Is this finally going to happen?"

In the room where no one is anymore, with the last bite of wine left in the glass, Oswald smiles a small smile.

That smile, staring only at the same full moon as the flax night, was somewhere fun and lonely and somewhere self-derisive.