Herscherik

There was a small shadow in Castle Town, which was busy preparing for the Toyota Festival, dressed in a hooded poncho and proceeded to sew the crowd.

When the people about to go saw the little person, everyone waved and greeted him, and the person receiving it also proceeded to wave. It was Hershelik who escaped the castle and appeared in the castle town. I felt better today because I came through a hidden passage that I had used before without going through the gate. I even remembered the illusion that the stress I had built up in Hershelik after a long time of patience dissolved and misted in the air.

(I knew it would be easier to be alone!

Hershelik thinks with a smile on his face that the witness will be followed.

Until before the battle against the Atorad Empire, I could not go out without a guard because my life could have been targeted, but now, thanks to the clean-up of everyone, my life will no longer be targeted for the time being. But since the identity was false and the prince was revealed, Hershelik was prepared to say goodbye to the people of Castle Town, who would not be able to have the same patience as before. But the people of Castle Town didn't blame me for the falsehood, and they accepted Hershelik the same way they had before. Hershelik was so happy that his tears seemed to go away.

So even after all the circumstances were cleared up, Hanging out in the castle town under the name of patience was an important time to replace everything about Hershelik.

But in a different way, something went wrong.

The problem was caused by the bellies who bombarded the country with Hershelik in the battle against the Empire.

Anyway, Hershelik's proud bellies stand out for accompanying Hershelik and escorting him.

The moment they leave for Castle Town, they are surrounded by the people of Castle Town. It's like a wall of fans flocking to idols in a previous life. Especially to women, who are young, handsome, and without a decided opponent, they become so reluctant. Soon, the women will surround us, and Hershelik, caught up in it, will no longer be impatient.

There is no way to allow women without malice to behave in violence. In front of the Lord, the bellies cannot treat them in an evil way.

One wears many cat skins and smiles, and one forgives them with a bitter smile. The one remaining was surrounded by a large crowd of people in a human distrust, about to run out of bees like a threatening cat, and Hershelik pushed him over and over again. As a result, he is now often drawn to the royal castle, and another problem has arisen.

Leaving aside that problem for now, Hershelik punished Hershelik for the first time of each castle town's sneak surrounded by flattering young dreamy maidens with the heads. If one Hershelik wears a poncho and hides his face, everyone in the castle town will guess. But walking alone, the hearts and minds, mainly the clos look sinister. So Hershelik often scratches the eyes of his bellies and sneaks in alone. Every time I go home, I won't stop getting a sermon from the butler.

(I've left a job today, and I can't go after it right away!

When Crowe hears about it, he thinks about something he won't be sorry about with his fist bones, and Hershelik hangs around the castle town with a grin inside him.

Hershelik heads to his usual place as he cheeks the cookies he gets from the wife of the confectionery shop along the way. At the destination store, a woman with a sunburned, healthy skin tone was lifting a crate full of fruit.

"Hello, Mr. Louis!

The woman, who was called to speak from her back, looked back and greeted Hershelik with a smile.

"Oh, there you are, Lyoko!

Hershelik smiles back at what he called Lyoko.

Before the battle against the empire, as before I still found out Hershelik was a prince, I was glad to call him Lyoko, the young lady and the boy under the pseudonym even after his discovery.

Hershelik moves his gaze from Louis and looks inside the store where the fruits line up. A newborn baby slept comfortably in a cage placed side by side in a box containing fruit.

"Hello, Liesche.

Peeping into the cage, Hershelik greets the baby, taking care not to wake him. He was the eldest daughter of a fruit shop and his wife, and coincidentally Hershelik would be present at the birth, taking letters from himself at the wishes of the couple and being named Liesche.

I remember my niece's infancy in her previous life, and Hershelik's cheek looses. He stretched his index finger, softer than he thought he would touch the baby's cheek, and Hershelik's gaze slipped back.

(Babies are cute after all.........)

Hershelik stares at the baby without ever getting tired of saying he's just asleep. I don't know myself being smiled at by the people around me.

"Are you alone today?

Louis talks to Hershelik, who is likely to be watching the baby until sundown.

"Yes. I came out because I had some free time.

After following the baby's cheeks again, Hershelik looks back as he answers Louis' question. Then Louis looked a little frightened.

"…… I won't let them get mad at me later, will I?

Hershelik's gaze is lost in Louis' words and he laughs deceptively. This isn't the first time I've snuck out on my own. And always get a novel if a belly butler or knight finds you. Moreover, the overprotective deacon grows old to such an extent that the time for preaching also grows. The knight seems to give up when it comes to Hershelik leaving, and always turns to the role of forgiving the butler. The magician, by the way, is not my concern.

"By the way, what about your husband's return?

Hershelik asked Louis, as I recall. The husband of this fruit shop, a silent, bear-like physique and Hershelik, are just as well-known friends as Louis.

He was definitely out shipping to a distant town and heard he would be back in the near future. Hershelik, who felt worried about leaving his wife and baby behind with no expression but in the atmosphere, cared every time he went out to Castle Town.

"I'm back today. Yeah, well, rarely did my husband say he needed to talk to Lyoko.

"Consultation?"

Hershelik tilts his neck at Louis' words.

(I wonder what?

Hershelik searches for the idea in herself but doesn't come to mind.

"Ah, welcome back, you. Lyoko's here.

Louis' words were heard as if to interrupt Hershelik's thinking. As Hershelik turned his gaze, a big man approached carrying lightly two crates that Hershelik would enter, lifting with both arms.

"Welcome back, sir.

Hershelik rushes over, saying so. There were standing people like unfamiliar travelers behind your husband, so I stopped.

One was a man with long, deep, ocean-like rugged eyes. The deep blue hair is only stretched out on the noodle area and is only tied there. Was it a decoration or a red feather attached to the tie string and swayed by the wind? It weaves a thin dirty coat and has an unnatural fuzz on its back whether it carries anything.

The other was a woman. Because I wear a thin, dirty jacket with a hood deep from my head, I don't know my face, but because of the narrow shoulder width and the curved body that is characteristic of sex, I was able to guess my gender. And the red colour of the hair in one room, which was zero from the hood, caught Hershelik's attention.

There are many redheads around Hershelik, such as his brother, the First Prince, and the family of a knight in the belly. The shades are bright red, especially Marx's redhead of the First Prince, a color that melts polished superb red balls. But her red was different from theirs, and a slightly darker red… the color Deep Red applied.

She slowly takes the hood and reveals her face. The year will be in the mid-twenties, Hershelik predicts. She was a woman with a face whose dark dripping eyes with a smile gave a calm and quiet impression. She bows politely when she meets Hershelik.

While returning the meeting to her, Hershelik turns his gaze back to the fruit shop master.

"……… which one?

While he has a bad feeling in the corner of his head, Hershelik asks the fruit shop master to confirm. My husband unloaded the crate, opening and closing his mouth as if hesitating for a moment, and choosing words, slowly bending the giant to match Hershelik's gaze.

"…… Prince, I need to talk to you.

The silent fruit shop master speaks in a whisper. Hershelik's expression changed to that word.

"Is that hard to say here?

Make sure he snorts. Hershelik exhales only once.

He always called me Lyoko, he called me Prince. Hershelik immediately understands that that is a problem that cannot be solved unless he is in a position to say he is a prince.

"I understand.

Hershelik nods without saying much. And I giggled and showed Louis looking worried.

"Mr. Louis, I'll borrow your husband for a while. Oh, if my pick up comes, please tell me you're going to love the butterfly.

Louis nodded to Hershelik.

Hershelik walks out with the three of them. Hershelik leaks a sneak sigh as he sometimes looks back slightly and makes sure the three follow him.

(My second life is still full of waves.

Yes, Hershelli had to smile bitterly.