Herscherik

Violetta, the second daughter of the Marquis Barbasse, was in a good mood today when the snow melted and the light of the day poured out to make her feel the end of winter.

I met Hershelik for Ni months, not every week, but the days I met Hershelik were very happy with tea parties, dance practice, and the songs my favorite sister made. Besides, Hershelik didn't even look disgusted at the slightly burnt and failed treats she made.

"It's delicious. Thank you, Mr. Violetta.

Violetta's heartbeat accelerates whenever that gentle blue eye stares at her.

Every time I saw him, Violetta discovered a good thing about Hershelik. The kind, the hard-working, the knowledgeable, the casual, the grown-up, the surprisingly stubborn. I miss saying goodbye and can't wait to see you next time. Violetta still doesn't know what this feels like. But I felt warm when I thought about Hershelik. That's why Violetta always smiles in a good mood the day she meets Hershelik.

"Master Hershelik!

Spend an hour in the morning wearing the clothes you have chosen, and thank the Lady Hershelik, who emerged from the door. Of course, I asked my sister to finish her makeup and hair to meet him. My sister is also thankful next door. My sister's aristocratic tricks are fluent and beautiful, and I think that's her own sister.

"Hello, Violetta. And Mr. Gene. I'm sorry I'm late.

Hershelik smiles at the two thankful people and apologizes sorry at the end of the day.

"I have asked the butler that I am lagging behind in my studies. Don't worry about it.

"No, because promises are promises. Even if you were studying, it wouldn't be a good reason to make excuses.

Hershelik shakes his head beside Gene's words.

(I can honestly apologize for my mistakes...... I also found a good spot for Master Hershelik today!

Violetta will be happy to discover the new him. Another thing, I think I found out about him.

"Mr. Violetta, you have cute clothes today.

"Thank you very much……."

Violetta thanks Hershelik for dyeing her cheeks. Hershelik notices the details. Men say it's hard to notice changes in women, but of course the outfit compliments the way the hair is tied, the color of red, the accessories and the noticing mouth. I'm very glad to think that's how much you care about yourself, Violetta.

In fact, since Hershelik was a woman in her previous life, she noticed such a minor change and was just saying her honest thoughts, but what a stranger.

Violetta takes the bag out of the cage she brings and gives it to Hershelik in order to mislead her red cheek.

"Dear Hershelik, I tried baking cookies today.

"Thank you, Mr. Violetta. May I have a word? Actually, forget lunch.

"Never!"

Cookies I baked all by myself while my sister looked at them. I've burned a little, but I've still picked the cleanest cookie I've ever had.

Hershelik unbows the bag he received from Violetta and carries it to his mouth when he takes the cookies out. It sounded a little stiff for the cookies, but he ate them deliciously.

"Nuts and chocolate cookies...... I like this stuff.

"Good!

Violetta knew Hershelik liked chocolate and nuts, so she made the cookie, but she didn't say it.

"Mr. Violetta, you've lifted your arms again.

Violetta realizes that Hershelik's words have stained her cheeks again. There was just one dissatisfaction with Hershelik.

Violetta had begun and honored Hershelik as His Highness. But somehow I felt the distance, and I asked him if it was okay if it wasn't His Highness.

"You can call it something else.

And Hershelik told me, but I just resigned myself to that. But he calls himself a whisperer at all times. Originally, he says he has no problem with call-ups, but he makes a name for himself other than his own leaders. I felt like they were building walls for some reason. That's why I wanted you to call me out too.

"Dear Hershelik, if you can give me your name……………………"

"Hmm?"

"…… nothing.

Hershelik leans down on Violetta's words as she cheeks on the cookies. Even though the trick was a man, he was adorable and Violetta swallowed the words out.

"Really?"

Mindful of Violetta, who is slightly suspicious of behavior, Hershelik ties the bag back together with a ribbon when he finishes eating about half the cookies.

"You'll have it when you get back.

"Are you going out today?

Hershelik nodded as Gene asked.

"Yes, I'm going to go to Castle Town today. I'll have Orange escort you properly, so you're safe. Some other people are coming with me, but I'll show you later.

And Hershelik sees them both.

"Violetta, Gene, I'm sorry, but it's a little noticeable in Castle Town, so could you please change?

I couldn't even refuse to the two of you to say sorry to the prince.

After about twenty minutes, the sisters, dressed separately, returned to the room where Hershelik waited.

"Is His Highness out of Castle Town wearing this outfit?

Violetta in the prepared piece circles on the spot in a crease. Clothes that have become plain but easier to move than the clothes that came earlier. I had my hair twin tailed as well as one dough over my head to make it move easier.

Gene is also dressed in the same clothes that her town daughter of the same age wears. Three loose braids of straight red copper hair, classy sister style.

"Yeah. Because you guys get nervous when you go out of town dressed in a castle just like that.

Hershelik, who was spoken to, also changed from a prince outfit to a noble young boy style outfit.

"Dear Hershelik, are you ready?

It was Orange, the lead knight, who showed up. Nor is he a uniform dedicated to the lead knight that resembles the usual Kingsguard uniform, but the usual simple outfit.

This time, I am using respectful language because there is a third party, but Hersheerik feels a different discomfort than he usually does, and I feel subtle, but I don't put it into words.

"I can do it. What about you?"

"Yes, we are ready.

The sisters breathe in on the person who entered the room prompted by Oran. It was there that the goddess of beauty appeared, with long, straight hair in pure white, long amper eyes, and even the best artists would suffer from expression.

The beauty goddess lurked her eyebrows in a grumpy manner, picking and pulling men's clothes.

"He's my magic teacher and Mr. Shiro and I are calling him.

Referred to, he just glanced at his sisters and doesn't greet them in particular. An arrogant attitude toward the first woman I meet in the aristocracy, but Hershelik thinks that even that would be a painting.

(Your Highness is lovely, and Master Marx is very pretty...)

Violetta thinks. Beauty that I don't even think of as a person in this world. I would unquestionably believe if they told me that the person who appeared in front of me was a goddess. But apart from that, Violetta had something to worry about.

"... Master Hershelik, does Master Hershelik prefer adult women after all?

"To?"

Booshiri and Violetta squirm. Hershelik tilted his neck at the words. And it is convincing to see that the gaze of the two women nails Shiro.

"Whether you like it or not, Mr. Shiro is a man.

"Yeah!?

Violetta surprises me. Shiro snorted grumpy at her like that.

"Is it time?

"Yeah, shall we go then?

Oran leads the way and Hershelik and Violetta walk side by side. Gene and Shiro were to walk the result.

"…… I didn't expect to see you here.

With a voice that doesn't sound like something going ahead, Siro talks next door without turning his gaze. That voice is somewhat lower than the one that speaks to Hershelik. The spoken, Gene answered in silence.

"What are you up to?

It feels like the inquiry is seeing itself through, and Gene bites her lips.

"… I am merely escorted as Violetta's sister.

To the words that seemed to spit out, Shiro just raised the end of his mouth and never spoke any more.

(Yes, I'm just playing my sister.

One time he became a little bird delivering secret letters to his father's friends, and one time a dagger erasing his father's inconvenient figures, and Violetta's good sister. If I hadn't played everything, I would have been dead by now or living the bottom line.

I see the rear of the prince walking in front of Jean Fu. I guess Violetta's got something on her. A prince with a bitter smile. But I never hate you. One way or another, I hear all about my little girl, the look on her face that she said she had no choice but to grow up. I'm not even supposed to be seven years old yet, but his presence feels big for some reason.

"Mr. Gene, will you play that song again?

After practicing dance with Violetta, Hershelik requests a song. That's the song I was singing when I first met the prince, which I haven't had the lyrics to yet. When asked why all this song was, the prince was somewhat embarrassed to say, "Because I feel nostalgic for some reason. Answer." And the difference in height tells me to do you a favor, and I play a song that I haven't finished yet.

While listening to that song, the prince looked more adult than usual. He has the look of a traveler who thinks of his distant hometown. When the song was over, I looked down lonely and thanked Gene.

I can't cut that look, how about one more time? When asked, Hershelik nodded happily, turning his lonely expression. I look at that expression and realize that I'm laughing naturally.

(I wonder which I was...)

The question in Gene's mind went straight to the bottom of his consciousness without an answer.

The two of you who became silent. You two don't notice. that someone is listening to the conversations that have taken place between them.