Herscherik

When the lord of the room returned, a man greeted him with gratitude.

"Welcome home.

It was a magnificent butler with darker iron hair than deep green who greeted the Lord with a perfect angle of gratitude.

At the end of his gaze, which turned to his hair and eyes of the same colour, was Solje, king of the Kingdom of Gracis, the Lord, and Hershelik, the crying seventh prince, held in his arms.

"I'm back now. I'm sorry, but can you get my bedroom ready? Also contact Melia. You'll be in a hurry by now.

"As you wish."

After a short reply, the butler quickly gets the bed ready. Even so, I haven't slept all night since yesterday, so I just really fixed it up.

He confirms that the butler has left the bedroom. Soldier gently puts his son to bed and puts a futon on him, wiping the tear marks on his cheek with his fingers and stroking his head. I was loving every move of it.

And Soldier leaks a deep sigh as he leaves the bedroom and closes the door to avoid making any noise.

(It might have been too soon to talk.

One day the time will come when we will have to tell the truth. Yes, Soldier was ready. I was going to be ready. But I wasn't going to talk about it so soon.

"…… Soluyeh, did you tell him everything?

Deep sighing The Lord called out to the butler who had previously refrained from guiding his friends. No, the fact that the deacon was guiding the king. He was the king's only belly, childhood tame and one of Soldier's few trustworthy.

"Did you exercise perimeter vigilance?

Soldier shook his neck vertically in his stomach as he turned his sharp gaze toward him.

"Oh, just in case before I speak, I set the line with the exploration of the surroundings, so it's okay first... and you wouldn't expect me to tell an important story to a three-year-old opponent, normally.

"Right. But it's unexpected that the last prince was the first one to cut it out.

Being a deacon, he also anticipated that one day the princes and princesses would realize the likeness of this country and come to inquire of the Father King. But I didn't even expect either one of them to be the last prince.

Because they thought the First Prince would be the first to come within the last few years.

Soldier had decided to tell the truth as it all was, if asked by them. Because that is his duty as king and father. The judgement that follows is their freedom. Will you remain royal, or will you return the royal family and live free... or will you be on the noble side?

(Speaking of which, Hershey was somewhere different from the other princes.

Until I was about a year old, I grew up like all the other kids. But since I was over a year old, I almost stopped crying first.

Instead, I followed him with my eyes as if to observe people's finesse carefully, and when I thought I was able to stand firm, I started dressing and eating alone.

As my toddler says, he was basically a good listener. I don't even explode emotions and get angry, I was controlling my emotions like an adult. Now that I think about it, Hershelik matured so early that I felt that my child-specific self seemed to be a move.

Besides, Hershelik seemed shy when he met him somewhere. I thought maybe she hated me, but when I checked with Meliá, it meant that it was the same for me.

Rather than shy away, you say you are not used to sweetness... such a Hershelik appeared so exposed to emotions that it is not an exaggeration to say it is the first time this morning that he has begged me to help the Count of Luceria.

"But the prince is only three, isn't he? You didn't think to deceive me well?

I should have rather been deluded. Yes, the butler's eyes told him. The last prince was too young.

"I can't, if you look at me like that.

Soldier also thought for a moment about how to mislead. Being the last prince, he is still too young. I wanted to round up without telling the truth and postpone the conversation.

But when I saw his tearful, straight eyes, I realized that bad deception would not make sense. Besides, he would not have given up if he had told him the cruel fact that he could not help the Count if he had turned himself into the king of puppets.

"What are your plans for today?

"…… meeting with Minister Barbasse after breakfast. It's about the Count.

"Okay.

Once again Soluyeh leaks a deep sigh. That man who controls this royal castle is quick to hit his hand. I guess you're going to try to end it all without giving this one time. No, it was already set up to do this. That's what he is.

(How could you not……)

Soldier is attacked by the feeling of powerlessness he has felt many times since becoming king. I couldn't think of a plan to let the Count escape well after thinking through the night.

Not so long ago, Barbasse had prepared herself for the Count of Luceria. I guess the Count of Luceria has grasped his fatality enough to make the minister serious.

We are definitely going to destroy the Count of Luceria. And I'm going to put that stick in charge of myself, the king.

"Soldier, if you want, I'll take the Count..."

"No.

The king blocked the language of childhood. That was a rare and harsh tone for the king.

"But..."

"If I do that, now you'll feed on him. I'm the only one who carries this business.

In addition, the king shook his head and shoved the words of childhood.

I'm sure it would be possible to let the Count get away with this childhood tame. You can also escape the Count from his house and hide him in his home, far from the king's capital. But if we do that, he and his family will be the next target.

The Marquis, already his home, was chased from the king's capital by the power of Barbasse. But I still have a life to live for. Some leading aristocrats who bought objections to Barbasse sometimes found it difficult to maintain their identity due to unnatural deaths such as accidental deaths, death from death, and the inclination of their businesses. None of them are ostensibly signs of Barbasse's involvement. No matter how unnatural it is, no one disputes it. So much so that this country is controlled by ministers.

All he, the king, can do is hold the reins so that such ministers and a group of ministers don't get too well. But that doesn't make up more than half of it.

Soldier drops his gaze on his powerless hands. You already have blood on your hands without having to put your hands down directly.

I realized when I lost my daughter and met the minister. I couldn't help but understand. He said that the only person who could protect his family from this beast was himself, the king.

"... You can despise me, Luke.

Soluyeh called his childhood name a long time ago. I've been dating him since I was a baby. They were raised the same way by the same nanny.

Weakly called childhood taming leaks bitter laughter.

"I will offer you when you fall to the bottom of the earth, Soldier.

The answer is not because he is the king's lead butler. Because he is a friend of Soldier's.

There was a nostalgic landscape.

Hershelik...... No, Ryoko Hayakawa found this to be his dream.

My body is fluffy like I don't have any weight, and the view I see is black and white and colorless like an old TV. I remember reading in one column that dreams are things that humans see to sort out their memories and they don't come in color. It's a conjecture to be colored.

The nostalgic landscape was home.

Twenty-five years old, this house moved in when I was in elementary school. Not long after the birth of the younger sister of the three sisters, she took care of her sister in the middle instead of her mother and prepared her father for the move.

Back then, it was a shiny new building. The beautiful home looked old for twenty-five years, but it was important to me.

Under the dimmed sky, the front door had an overnight front door decoration and a standing sign that said 'Hayakawa House', and people in black mourning clothes were replacing each other and going in and out.

(Funeral...... overnight?

Ryoko flutters into her parents' house so that she can be attracted. Only the face in mourning along the way was somehow different from the relatives I remember, but no one could pull me off to see who I was.

My niece was sitting on the couch in the living room as soon as she walked in through the front door. Her eyes are bright red and she is gripping the handkerchief. Next to it, my sister's husband in the middle looked out for her daughter worryingly. Ryoko thought it was unusual for her rebellious niece to be so beside her father.

Behind the living room, it was between Japan and used to be my grandmother's room. The first sunny room was where my grandmother slept until she was demented and out of control. People in mourning seemed to come and go from that room.

A peek between Japan convinced Ryoko.

(Oh, is that what happened?

The room smelled of incense, and there were bereaved families and company bosses, many flowers and offerings, a photograph of myself, and myself not fading on the futon.

(Was it my whole night?

It was very real for me to dream about. Or is this paranoia when you say that dreams are the organization of memories?

I felt so weird looking down at myself that I was dead to it.

I was in a car accident for now, but Ryoko was relieved that it wasn't a splatter. I had heard that any body that died in an accident and was severely damaged could be wound like a mummy in a bandage or already be in a coffin. I don't know if it's true or not because it's about rumours.

"My condolences this time.

"No, thank you for your time.

My mother responded to my manager's words. His father was just looking at the remains with no expression on his face. My sisters also greet relatives and visitors on behalf of their father who cannot move.

"My daughter doesn't like to take pictures...... I had trouble with no pictures I took recently, but it was very helpful to receive pictures of employee travel.

(Because I don't like it, photos.

I haven't hated my face for a long time, but I didn't even like it very much. Elementary school told me he was a skank and when I photographed him side by side, his face looked bigger than the other girls. So even when the prickly boom started, they said they would be more than willing to ask me out, but they refused.

(Lately, I had a double jaw when I hit my jaw...)

Employee travel photos were forced to take group photos. So I guess. Ryoko in the remains looked a little grumpy.

"Hayakawa helped us a lot. Even when our company suffered the most, we were helped by her hard work, smile and annoying voice.

"Yes, it was promised between branches that I would consult Hayakawa at headquarters in case of trouble.

The one who answered that was the area manager in the area where sales were now out of range. I had no idea that he, who would be busy, would come to the clerk's own funeral, even though he worked at headquarters.

"Mr. Hayakawa was brilliant and well looked after, and although there were tough spots, he never abandoned a person in need. Today there were a large number of local employees who also wanted to attend the evening, but I am sorry to interrupt on my behalf.

(Is that why you called me every day……)

Workplace of previous life to be remembered. I often receive phone calls by name to myself, apart from my normal business.

"Whatever you think has nothing to do with me! Instead of branch managers and area managers' classes ask about unrelated departments that want to put in a scratch.

"Hey, Ryo, how are you? I just need to ask you something..."

I couldn't tell anyone who just had a position to stop calling Ryo for now. Now I think it's sexual harassment, but at the time I was so busy that I didn't even care to think about it anymore.

When I was asked about it, I was worried about it myself, and I looked into everything in other departments and gave reports and advice. Thanks to this, I even remembered the work of a completely unrelated department to some extent, and even more so, I was in the chain that internal telephones didn't stop ringing.

(Well, I didn't hate being relied upon, okay.

Sometimes I can't really understand what kind of work I sometimes do when I'm headquartered. I don't have contact with the customer like a branch office, and I can't feel the sales increase or anything in sight. But then, when they rely on me to thank me, I'm satisfied with the fullness of "Oh, I'm useful".

I want to know what I don't know, someone needs me. My boss and the area manager are good for me, but now I think I'm very self-satisfied.

(I'm kind of a tiny guy, my bosses are overrated, and I'm so embarrassed...)

I was Ryoko, who held his head on the spot for good that no one could see him, but my mother narrows her eyes happily to the words.

"Is that so……."

My mother, who answered that, seemed very tired and felt like her cheeks were spilling. He looked old for about ten years at once, and he looked small.

"Ryoko didn't say anything at home about his work... so I was relieved that he seemed to be helping you.

My mother looks at Ryoko's remains when she says so.

"She was my oldest daughter and I relied on her for something. I thought that might have delayed my wedding term, but when I heard your story, you seemed to have had a very fulfilling day.

Ryoko remembers.

The days I worked in my previous life were never easy. Sometimes I didn't like it, and when I quit, I tried to write a resignation. Still, it must have been because of my family and because of my bosses and colleagues in the company.

The words of her boss and mother were the answer to Ryoko's life.

Time spent working hard, immersed in my favorite hobbies, and with my dear family. That was no longer a moment in the accident, but I was able to think that I lived a mediocre day.

If you look at it from someone else, you'll never be able to say it's a great life. But Ryoko had the best life.

There was an unfamiliar ceiling when I woke up.

Hershelik concludes that his memory was confused because of his dream, but he apparently fell asleep after talking to his father.

This would be my father's room. The bed was the finest and the thick curtains blocked the light of day.

"Wrong......"

Hershelik gets up squeaking. And I can look at both hands, which are much smaller than in my previous life, and put in a grip.

It could be a convenient dream. But Ryoko's life was mediocre but the best that his efforts had paid off.

But how about this world?

Those who seek to do the right thing are not rewarded, and those who are good at deception ridicule those who are weak on one side.

"Never in a world like this.

I wonder how many human beings in the two years I spent being reborn into this world for no reason. I guess I lost my life.

I was so angry with myself that I wanted to cry again because I was helpless.