Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry

Early that morning, the Duke of Filialeggis family was in a state of confusion.

"... Si, Sirius... now what did you say...?

In the dining room of the Duke's residence, Scarlo was confronted with the man in front of him with a blue face. Both Deanne and the other servants were at the breakfast place, but everyone is staring open.

"Will you not let me say it again and again? A warrant has been issued to you for the cause of the riots and previous acts in the Duke of Philialeggis."

With an unpleasant color in his eyes, Sirius spreads the Orthodox Court warrant in his hand and reads out the numerous counts of guilt noted there. Numerous charges have been entered in the warrant, including drug trafficking, illicit alcohol manufacture and their trafficking.

"That's not all. He also took testimony from merchants who were entering and leaving the Territory."

"Oh, no, we haven't heard anything about that!

"But it's true. By these sins, I said I would restrain the Philialeggis."

Following numerous knights, Sirius told wandering Scarlo so pale. In its hands there is not only an earlier warrant, but also a parent book with the King's mark and signature, which speaks eloquently of reality.

When Sirius signals with one hand, the knights step into the dining room in unison and surround the table with the Scarlos.

"What is it!? Who do you think I am!!

"It's better for you to be quiet"

"Deanne has nothing to do with it! She doesn't know anything about territory!

That's what Scarlo cries out for, but Sirius, against him, even calmly announces Deanne's guilt. Kiliam nodded to the corner of the room with fear in an emergency that had suddenly interrupted her breakfast seat.

"Don't you know? But drugs and thoughts are being found in Deanne's rose garden. You can't get away with it."

"Huh!? I don't know that! Don't touch me! You disrespectful people!!

To Sirius' words, Deanne turned her face bright red and made a loud scream from the ladies, shaking her hair and saying so to the knights surrounding her and biting her. To her ghost shape, the knights were just as unexpected.

"Ko, this is not some mistake..."

"Mistake? So you're also going to say it was a mistake to discover a large quantity of illegal drugs and alcohol from a warehouse under the direct control of the Duke's house?

"Oh, that's..."

Scarlo moves his pak mouth in an attempt to try to refute it, but the light claim is truncated and doesn't seem to speak any better than that.

"I don't hear any more elucidation than I have solid evidence. Let's have an adult accompany us. Whether it is a mistake or not, it will be exposed to the day under judgment by His Majesty the King"

Skinny of Sirius' words, the knights take Deanne. Deanne was rather upset, or she rammed without bothering, and as a result was forced to hold her back and take her.

"You don't see Krista... where are you?

"Ha! I'm not in the dining room, so I thought I'd probably be in my room..."

"Ma, wait...! What are you going to do with Krista! That kid won't have any sins!

To Sirius looking for Krista, Scarlo opened his eyes for a moment and vandalized his voice. The face is filled with agitation and anger.

"Not bad? Unfortunately, we know that Krista traded drugs illegally and frequently in the Glades."

"Become...! Oh, that's silly...... I don't know!

"It's hilarious that as a duke, as a parent, you don't even know what those in your own house were doing"

……

Scarlo glanced at the words piercing from the front, biting his lips tightly. As Sirius gazes at the nearby knights, the knights who draw their intentions grasp the arms of Scarlo.

"... si, sirius!

As the knights took him and led him to the entrance and exit of the dining room, Scarlo stopped and shouted Sirius' name as he passed through the front.

"This is all Drossel's fault for what happened! Freed just got caught up in it!

Sirius sighs to Scarlo waving his lips with Wanna Wana, whether that is an excuse for hating Drossel but therefore speaking or a distress.

"What you say is trivial now. There are charges under investigation, as well as warrants from the Orthodox Court. If you have something to say, let's hear more in court."

Color falls out of Scarlo's face only to Sirius, who faintly executes the king's command. It looked like I didn't even have the strength to resist how shocked I was.

Seeing that gap, the knights try to take Scarlo and reach out to him. But Scarlo approached Fluffy and Sirius before he was caught in the arm, leading to both of them.

"Hey, Sirius, this is all a misunderstanding. You and I, yes, we've been together a lot, haven't we? Please, let His Majesty the King directly elucidate! Even then I would have helped him. Forget that ten-year-old vow - …"

Pasi.

Blocking Scarlo's words, Sirius paid cold for his arm grabbing himself when he glanced at Scarlo with his chilled eyes. Around there are knights rushing around in haste, and no one picks up Scarlo's words.

"... about what?

The voice out of his mouth was cold and without discouragement. With a shaken recoil, Scarlo buttocks on the floor, and even stops trying to stand up as he did in despair.

Sirius never looked at him as if he were being taken out of the dining room so that the relieved Scarlo would be dragged halfway.

Behind the noisy mansion from morning onwards, in Krista's room, behind the second floor, a calm time flowed as if it had been cut off just there.

Without worrying about the hustle and bustle on the lower floor, Krista sat on the couch placed at the window, looking out the window at the garden of the Duke's mansion lit by the morning sun.

There was no rush or frustrating colour in his eyes, narrowed only slightly by the brightness of the light of day, and now Christa's heart was so calm that he did not think that until about a week ago he had let himself be frustrated and hit his surroundings.

It wasn't anxiety or rush for the house that was filling her heart, it was just a relief for her beloved's condition.

Rochford used to be like a loose shell, and he didn't respond to anything by speaking up, but now he replies to Krista's words, and his gaze is still uncertain, but sometimes he's starting to change his expression.

Still, it's not like I can say that Rochford has fully recovered, so his condition may suddenly deteriorate after this.

Thinking that far, Krista shook her head full and sideways. I can't help thinking about such a negative thing. For I have done all that I can, and all that is left is to believe.

Krista gets up off the couch and walks over to her own bookshelf with vague thoughts about reading something.

So I wasn't trying to see the sole in particular. I was just trying to read a book to distract some of the lingering anxiety.

Katan......

On the clap of retrieving the book, an object that had been pushed into the far end of the bookshelf rolled off making a light noise on the floor of the carpet.

……

With the book in one hand, Krista looked at the wood-framed object, which fell silently to the floor, and eventually slowly succumbed over time, picking it up with Noronoro as she turned around.

It was picked up. It was a frame just about the size of a book on the leather cover. The shape is oval and looks like an old substitute that seems to have the season in as far as framed scratches and such are concerned.

"... why..."

Will this come out now? Krista accidentally put a good force on her hand grabbing the frame. Piscilli and the frames are small and tight.

Instead of throwing down the frames or tapping them to the ground, Krista stared at them for a long time to get lost and eventually turned the frames upside down with a small sigh.

What was framed was a single portrait. While the color of the paint fades, the young girl painted shakes her reddish hair and innocently narrows her lavender-colored eyes.

……

I threw away everything I had to do with that guy. I've driven him to the corner of my memory to keep him from remembering. But only this painting couldn't be thrown away because of me being painted.

Did you once see yourself shining like this in the eyes of that man who was beyond his own gaze in the painting, or did you just paint it clerically?

……

I wonder what I had in mind in the midst of this painting back then. I try to blur it up, but I can't remember anything because it's too long ago.

At an early age, delicate but somewhere in a tragic outline, I was filled with light, and the only thing I wanted was to get it as normal. And yet, how did this happen?

(I just...)

The door to the room opens. I don't know what a knock sounded like, a lot of footsteps creeping into the room. Krista was never surprised, nor did she look back.

"Dear Christa, please accompany us by the life of the Orthodox Court"

……

Krista still answered nothing to the knights who told her so. I can't help but wonder what the shaky forehead is hiding from my eyes and reflecting in my eyes behind it.

One of the knights reaches out to grab her arm in an attempt to take Krista, who is not going to move standing on the spot. Pay that hand away, and Krista looks up. There is no despair or grief on its face, only an enlightenment and an objectivity to the status quo is inscribed.

Without even paying attention to the surrounding knights, Krista walks herself out of the room looking forward.

There were no more people in the room who cared about the portrait that was left on the table lying down.