Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry

By the beginning of the afternoon class, Leticiel and Sieg had walked through the garden where no one was present.

Since the recent school festival, the Leticiers have conducted research for the reconstruction of the Idrianus crest, but they have been able to reproduce several patterns, so they are about to deliver it to museums in the school as an achievement.

On the road, Leticiel told Sieg about a topic he heard from Tuvalu this morning, and the two came all the way down the stairs leading to the main entrance of the museum as they flourished in the alchemy debate.

When we arrived at the entrance, Elizabeth, the curator waving small, was waiting for the two of us.

"Thank you for waiting, Dr. Eliza. This is the prototype."

Sieg walks over to Elizabeth and removes the cloth pocket from the storage bag. On a pale pink fabric, a bright young grass colour is embroidered with a pattern of leaves and spreads.

Siege had given Elizabeth a report that said how the print worked and how it worked when it was made, pointing to important points and adding explanations.

"It's like a dream to be able to stand up for the reconstruction of a lost art like this. Really great research results......! I'm proud of you."

Elizabeth, who received the report, labored the Sieges and looked delightfully at the small storage they had received and then disappeared into the door next to the entrance to house the prototype.

"I beg your pardon for this, but what will Miss Drossel do?

"Right, because I'm here, I'll keep touring the museum. When I visited before, the closing hours were not close enough to look around."

"Okay. I'll see you after school."

Crossing the entrance hall of the museum and walking down the corridor lined with sculptures and antiques, Leticiel came to the bottom of the statue of St. Lucrezia on the dance floor of the stairs.

The statue of St. Lucrezia in front of you shows a different beauty than the other day, either because of the cloudy skies or because of the gloomy light of the day slipping through the overhead skylight. The statue, illuminated by a calm pale light, was quietly nestled on a pedestal, creating a mysterious space like that surrounded by the tranquility of the moon and night.

"Oh, Mr. Drossel. You're still here."

A woman was heard from behind Leticiel observing the statue. Turning around, Elizabeth was speaking to Leticiel from under the stairs.

"Could you be interested in Saint Lucrezia? You've seen this statue before, haven't you?

"Yes, because I didn't see anything but this statue the other day"

"Oh! Really? I'll show you if you like."

Leticiel unexpectedly blinks at Elizabeth's offer.

"Huh? Is that okay?

"Heh, you don't have to worry about it. This is a school full of noble ladies and children, isn't it? You missed a lot of students taking to the museum during extracurricular hours."

Saying so, Elizabeth walked up the stairs and gave her a fluffy grin as she stood beside Leticiel.

"I'm glad to be a long-time visitor. By learning the background and knowledge of your work, Mr. Drossel will definitely like art too! It's going to change your perspective on history, and it's going to enrich your life."

"Okay. Thank you very much."

Elizabeth's offer was very much appreciated. At any rate, Leticiel has no knowledge of works of art, etc., and it is difficult to study touring the building with the guidance of the curator, the knowledgeable Elizabeth. Leticiel decided to sweeten Elizabeth's offer.

"Well... first I'll show you the exhibition room of Saint Lucrezia, the museum's greatest eyeball."

"What was St. Lucrezia like?"

"O Virgin of Miracles, who devoted her whole life to imparting knowledge and enlightening the people, and who continued to save the people with the power of miracles. I'm not sure I was born, but I've been told that about 670 years ago, I showed up in cathedrals and sanatoriums all over the country to heal the people for free."

St. Lucrezia was captured many times as heresy because of her belief and practice of giving knowledge and peace of mind to all peoples on an equal footing, but it is said that no weapon could harm her and that ultimately the king of the time was impressed by her unshakable will.

"Knowledge to all people equally…? You were amazing. So this Lucrezia school..."

"Yes, the study hall where His Majesty the King at the time provided the funds and the land, and Saint Lucrezia was founded"

Guided by Elizabeth, Leticiel came to one exhibition room.

It seems that there is an exhibition room that deals with St. Lucrezia, or only collects items of interest. A number of exhibition stands are placed, and various small items are arranged inside the glazed table.

But more than that, overwhelmed by the countless paintings on one side of the wall and the force of the pushing ceiling paintings, Leticiel unexpectedly takes his breath and turns a blind eye.

"... there are so many paintings, but there aren't many items of itching, etc."

Leticiel groaned unexpectedly. The exhibit has an overwhelming number of paintings, followed by several sculptures placed in prominent locations such as the entrance to the booth.

I thought there would be more relics if I were to be worshipped as a saint, but there aren't many exhibitions of Saint Lucrezia's relics anywhere in the country, Elizabeth says.

"I'm told you didn't seem to have much personal belongings and you weren't obsessed with them. There is no fine material left about St. Lucrezia, so the legend of St. Lucrezia that we know now includes the imagination of future generations, and some researchers differ from the existence itself."

But in centuries, Leticiel could not hide his surprise that so many paintings and sculptures were created with one person as the subject. I guess this vast group of works is indisputable proof that St. Lucrezia was loved and worshipped among the people of the widely platinum kingdom over time.

"But it's not like you don't have a sacred relic, is it? Perhaps the most famous is the white robe. The authenticity is housed in the Cathedral of the King's Capital, and although what we have here is a replica, it is one of the few relics of Saint Lucrezia that exists, so even paintings often portray Saint Lucrezia in robes."

If you ask me, I do feel that the paintings of Saint Lucrezia in the exhibition room are often dressed in white robes or woven with feathers. Leticiel looks around again at the paintings in the exhibition room.

"... What's this?

What Leticiel found was a single painting on the wall at the corner of the exhibition room. At best, Leticiel was only big enough to hold it with one hand, but Leticiel was nevertheless attracted to it by no means.

In a grassland full of greenery watched by the blue sky, a girl in a white qualitative robe rocks the hem of the robe in the wind and runs barefoot through the grassland.

(This girl... so... get...?

I've never met anyone in a painting. Leticiel thought, still accidentally attacked by a feeling of nostalgia.

This girl looks familiar somewhere.

"Oh, you care about that painting? That's the newest of all the portrayals of St. Lucrezia's childhood when it comes to" Girl/St. Lucrezia ". Of course I have a model, not in person. I became a model for this painting because..."

Elizabeth's words could not be finished until the end. Because before that Leticiel held his own head and collapsed to the ground to fall.

It hurt like a crack in the head. It seemed as if the image was pouring in as turbulent as the "Girl/St. Lucrezia" painting, and Leticiel meditated her eyes on the vague fear that she was not going to be flushed somewhere either.

Waves of memory flowed through and eventually spread to Leticiel's sight in a room like a library with a vermilion carpet and behind a boy sitting on the carpet.

Tools and drawings scattered around me, my back repeating trials and errors as I roared hmm......

Leticiel knew this sight.

The view (vision) itself appeared in the back of my brain when I repaired my watch.

'Er... this is how... I could do it! Maybe this will work!

Leticiel was just staring at the boy in front of him, who happily bounced his voice and put up a toy watch that he had finished repairing by shaking his pale gold short hair.

Consciousness is clear, vision is clear, I just can't move on my own or talk.

"Really? You fixed it properly?

Drossel in his young days spins anxious words.

A voice was spoken apart from his own will, and Leticiel was made aware that the view now spreading in front of him was in Drossel's memory.

'Yeah! I've checked many times. Look, the needle's working, too, right?

The boy, who said so and turned around, had shiny, watery eyes like he had photographed the blue sky. Leticiel feels a sense of vision in his eyes.

Byrne!

At that time, a loud noise sounded in the room and Leticiel shrugged his shoulders in a vicious manner.

"Dorothy!

Following the sound of opening the door as much as I could, I could hear the girl feeling fluffy out of her back. I react to that voice and my gaze is directed behind my back.

――――

Seeing the person who came into the room, some word is spun out of the mouth of the young Drossel.

But Leticiel could not hear the words.

It emanated from my body… Drossel's body at an early age to be exact… but it doesn't sound as if I've been covered in something with just one word of it.

As soon as Drossel took a step toward running out, the midday sun, which was on a cloudless blue sky, reflected on the window glass of the room and glowed once and for all strong.

The naive smile of the young girl, with Ashgray's hair, blurred only for a moment in the turned Leticiel's eyes as the dream scenery was engulfed with blinding glare.

"-! -! Mr. Drossel!!

Leticiel's consciousness is rapidly drawn back from dreams to reality by a voice that strongly calls the name of "Drossel”.

In front of him was Elizabeth with a look of worry and impatience, placing her hands on both shoulders of Leticiel and peeking into her face.

"... Eliza... Doctor..."

"Great......! I suddenly nodded... I was worried. Are you okay?"

When Leticiel called his name, Elizabeth sighed and smiled as if in a ho.

Leticiel also puts his hand on his forehead with another long exhale as he watches Elizabeth. There was a cold sweat seeping through his forehead and he was limp as if he were taking away his temperature.

"Mr. Drossel... you look pale, don't you? Is something wrong with you?

"No...... it's ok"

Standing up with Elizabeth's hand, Leticiel answers, exhaling again.

When I look up, the painting of "Girl/St. Lucrezia" hanging on the wall shows up in my eyes again. Nothing should have changed from earlier, but it looked as if young Lucrezia was about to move out alive in the canvas in Leticiel's eyes.

"... you can't do that, can you? I'll take you to the infirmary. Take a break."

"No...... I'm really fine. Thank you for your concern…"

Tell Elizabeth she's still going to be worried, and Leticiel heads to the entrance as she drops her off. Now, I wanted to be alone.

(Those kids... who the hell...?

In the high ceiling corridor, the footsteps sounded slightly louder.

Leticiel stares at the ceiling blurred as he walks down the hallway where the statue silences.

Leticiel doesn't have the art of knowing who that boy and girl are, what the word Drossel said then was, and now that. The more I think about it, the more my thoughts get lost, and the more my heart only spreads.

That girl I called "Dorothy Chan" with clarity in my memory. Could it be - …….

"... Miss Drossel!

As Leticiel left the museum, without interrogation, the big library door opened and Sieg rushed in.

"Sieg......? What are you doing in such a hurry?

Leticiel rushes over to him and speaks out when he sees Sieg, who is usually not absurd in his breath, breathing a little.

"Mr. Luvik is visiting. There seems to be something important to talk about, and I would like you to show me to Miss Drossel..."

Luvik shows himself from behind Sieg, who says so in his breath. Gushagusha's newspaper was gripped in his hand and his complexion was like dirt.

"... Luvik?

"My God, my lady! In your territory... in the Duke's territory...!

Luvik has been offering this newspaper in his hand for a long time. That wrinkle-filled newspaper, which said extra and big fat, had the unexpected title of Leticiel launched.