Herscherik

The next day, Octavian took another trip to the outer palace.

The outfit was unlimited and close to everyday wear, not the princess of a night club like the day before. Pants that can be worn on a simple white shirt for easy movement, hairy gold-mixed sunset colored hair is easily tied at the back of the head and crawls the sword that I have been using for many years on the hips.

The gatekeeper on the road leading to the castle turned a reprehensible gaze at the outfit, but he could not complain to Octavian, the leading knight of higher rank than himself, and the gatekeeper silently let him through.

(If you complain, go to the prince...)

Yes Octavian is an inner fool.

After finishing the paperwork yesterday, his boss, who settled on the couch, started introducing himself for now.

"This is Hershelik, the seventh prince. This is Schwartz, the lead butler I call Chro."

"Cro......?

(It's a dog and it's not a black dog.

Octavian blows unexpectedly, keeping the bad mouth on earlier.

"Shut up."

Clo throws a sharp word at him like that.

"Cro, we don't fight. You can't grow up because you regretted losing all this time, can you?

Watch out for Hershelik. Khlo looks stuffed. Octavian thinks it's honest with the prince alone, apparently.

"Uh, Mr. Otakuvian?

"It's Octavian, Your Highness. Okta is fine.

Octavian corrects while wondering why the letters just replace and somehow become offensive names.

"I'm fine with Hershey, too. If it's not an official place like yours, you don't have to wear it.

Octavian is surprised at him smiling so much.

Where would there be a royalty who would otherwise recommend that there be no choice but to be found guilty of disrespect?

(Well, I'm right in front of you.

"Ng, nerd.

"It's Octa. Go ahead with the call.

Octavian who can fix it without getting her hair in. Hershelik unfortunately swam her eyes at the words.

"Er octa. Because you don't have to use such a tribute unless it's public. It's a pain in the ass."

Lord who says the same thing as a butler. On the contrary, it may be this Lord who has the butler.

"Hmm..."

As troubled he sees Octavian from head to toe.

"Starting tomorrow, you can wear it everyday except when you're out in public. Honestly, that's a good fit, and it's cool..."

Octavian senses that he was lost trying to say the same thing as the butler. Hershelik didn't have to speak by mouth, but his eyes spoke clearly.

So the next day, Octavian climbed the castle almost everyday.

Octavian heads to the south wing of the third floor towards the outer palace. Along the way, I made a mistake with the man, but later I learned that it was Hershelik's language teacher.

When he knocked and entered the room, the prince greeted him. Yesterday's scattered paperwork room was cleaned up like a lie.

"Morning, nerd.

"Good morning, Prince. And again, it's the wrong name.

As I was told yesterday, I take my respects off and Octavian speaks. No sharp penetration or salutation, the prince apologized without even paying attention.

I don't have any plans for today. and Hershelik tells Octavian. Usually, I study the language, but Hershelik explains that the teacher just stopped because of an emergency.

Then when Octavian was concerned that he was the prince's amulet for a day, the prince said to go out to the castle town.

"But isn't it hard to go through the application now?

Originally, if you are going to a certain place such as the college, you need to apply for the royal family to go out.

From there, meet with the police station and arrange an escort to set the date and set the stage. It should take at least a week. and is said the other day when we met face to face.

"It's okay.

Hershelik laughed.

Octavian wanted to hold his head in the castle town that spreads in front of him.

(Why would a prince... and a five-year-old know how to get out like this...)

The tip he was leading was an old dead waterway hidden in a tree ahead through the courtyard. He cleverly removed the iron lattice there and left the waterway tunnel outside the castle.

"In town, read that I'm not Hershey, I'm Lyoko. The geek..."

"Octa."

Apparently, this prince recognizes his name as a geek.

The Prince stares at Octavian.

"I remember it weirdly the first time and I can't get it out......"

A troubled prince. Already imprinted names were difficult to change. After a little worrying, Hershelik slaps his hand as he can think of.

"I'm a fake name, too, and I'll use a different name. Orange, Orange... Yeah, I'll call you Orange.

Octavian opens his eyes for a moment to Hershelik, who casually says:

The name you give means absolute trust. Normal royalty doesn't give us names on the third day we meet.

I thought about resigning for a moment, but I'm not offended by Octavian's new name. They call me the wrong name many times and I feel more stressed about correcting it.

"……… What's the point?

So without refusing, ask about the sounds you can't hear. This has happened before, Hershelik laughs.

"I mean orange. Oran's hair is orange, right? Looks like a sunset and it's beautiful.

To Hershelik's words he narrows his eyes.

That was once with the words said by the beloved. Hershelik's smile overlapped with hers again, inspiring Octavian… Oran's forgotten, forgotten past.

Memories of a past that would otherwise cause pain. But Hershelik said, for some reason, it brought back warm and gentle memories.