Herscherik

Clo was in his room after finishing tomorrow's assignment. Now it is not tough butler clothing but simple room clothing. Still, around wearing black clothes to match his hair, he had proven his preference for black, as the Lord had given him.

There was a dark vessel arranged on the desk in front of him like that. Not only knives, daggers and other blades, but also gunpowders, poisons, antidotes and other chemicals, as well as iron wires as thin and long as threads. Carefully take care of the lined items one by one.

Especially the iron wire was paying close attention. This iron wire looks like a single thread, and in fact it brings together even finer iron threads like a single thread. In addition, a special magic formula was incorporated in each piece of yarn, and a copy of the technology of the country where it was born was once possible to increase stretching and manipulate freely and increase strength and cleavage by passing magic.

Finally, he wraps the iron wire around a dedicated thread roll, and Crowe rubs his shoulder loose with his hand as he leaks his breath. I always took care of the equipment carefully, but this time I used my nerves because I did it with special care.

If you look at the clock, the time is already around twelve.

(Is it this time already?

It has been three hours since I started taking care of it. I had forgotten the time because I had concentrated.

There was a slight sound and Crowe looked at the door. The door is not a door that leads to the hallway, but a direct door that leads to Hershelik's room. Only Chro, the deacon, had been given a neighbouring room so that he could go to the Lord's room without having to go through the hallway.

(Are you still awake……)

Crowe sighs when she says she's going to rest early tomorrow and returns herself. Then, trying to get up and go to Hershelik's room, he reached for the door knob and stopped his hand once, turning his heel back to the door to the hallway.

In a dimly lit room where only the moonlight depended, Hershelik sat on a couch placed at the window, holding both knees like a gym seat he had made in his previous life, looking up at the blurry night sky. Silver Komi's pocket watch is gripped on his right hand and sometimes stroked with his thumb belly. From time to time, I take my gaze off the night sky and look at my pocket watch, and I look back into the night sky.

(... I know I have to go to bed.

Yes, Hershelik is on the inside.

Tomorrow is the outing ceremony. After the ceremony, we will march down the castle like a queue of great names to the border, which will remain a battlefield. Tomorrow morning is early, so I took the lead early and dived into bed myself. But when I put on the futon and closed my eyes, I didn't think I could sleep counting the sheep.

"I remember four years ago......... you know, Klaus.

In a space where no one is present, Hershelik speaks.

Three year old feast day. Hershelik has never forgotten about the day. Because it is the day I learned of the darkness of this country.

If I hadn't picked up this pocket watch that day, if I hadn't met him, what would have happened to me by now? He floated as lucky as if he had won a lottery of royal life and was protected when muddy... he would have lived in ignorance without even knowing he was protected.

"It took four years. Four years…………………………."

Hershelik groans so, unconsciously powered by the hand that holds the pocket watch.

"…… Hershey.

I heard voices from the darkness. If Hershelik moved his gaze, I felt the shadow move. I knew right away who that was.

"Cro, you haven't slept yet?

"That's my line.

It was Chro with two cups who returned the words as if they had spoken to Hershelik.

"What kind of mouth would a man who told you to rest early for tomorrow say that?

Hershelik can only laugh bitterly at Cro's objections.

"Look, drink this. And go to sleep."

Saying so, when I received and peeked in at what Crowe had offered me the cup, there was white liquid in it.

"Thank you."

That's what Hershelik says. He tries to keep his mouth shut and stop moving. It looks like hot milk, but it smells wrong.

"Cro, no way again..."

"It also contains medicinal herbs that relieve tension and have a sleeping effect. Don't worry, I don't want to see it before.

The Lord, who stares with his eyes, lays down his shoulders and puts his mouth on the cup prepared for him.

Hershelik leaks a small sigh at the look of it and puts his mouth on the cup himself. The gentle scent and sweet honey warmed my body. I would still have been nervous, the warm liquid seemed to dissolve the tension.

"…… at all, there is usually a butler who mainly serves medicine?

The tension eased, Hershelik said as he raised his gaze to Khlo. I can't help it if Hershelik says so.

After the church terror cracked down on the funeral of a certain lady, Hershelik wasted more time than before to indulge in an investigation into the injustice that spread to the country.

"I can't rest... even for her protection.

His brothers, as well as his bellies, were worried about him saying that with an impatient look, but they couldn't say anything.

The person in question approached their concerns, playing a good and young prince during the day, and at night went to the various departments to purchase information. Then I get a short sleep so that I can do my research to the limit and lose consciousness. Originally Hershelik has the nature to affect his physical condition if he doesn't get some sleep. The deacon, who knew it, infused the Lord more than once, but the Lord never listened.

So Crowe went out to hard means. I mixed sleeping pills with my after-dinner tea. Sleeping pills are not crude products previously used when Hershelik was kidnapped, but rather first-class products obtained by Cro using various handouts that have no side effects if appropriate.

I also wondered if Hershelik was tired on the first day. On the second day that followed, he tilted his neck and finally questioned the butler on the third day.

"Hershey wouldn't listen if she told you, would she?

and he is quietly angry with no expression. By then, Hershelik had just begun to have a sense of impossibility. Daytime classes were not even available, swords were played more easily than usual in swordsmanship, and equestrian training seemed to perish. So I was also convinced that Crowe had tried to force him to rest, and I rather reflected on the fact that I had worried him that far.

"I don't even want to blame the butler who put the medicine on it. It's not normal. I think it looks good on the Lord.

He laughs when he says so, and Hershelik laughs.

"It's been three years since I met Crowe.

It seemed long and short, but it was still a long three years. Without him, I must still have been a helpless child.

It's not just Chro. Oran, Shiro, and my brothers were there, and because they helped me, I was able to get this far without talent or magic.

"Yes..."

"Hershey, it's too early to thank you. From now on."

Crowe laughs at Hershelik, who is thankful. Hershelik also laughs at the words.

(Yes, I came prepared for this. From now on, it's a battle.

Hershelik nodded and drank out the contents of the cup.

Between the thrones, where large numbers of subordinates line up like valleys to the left and right. A red carpet was drawn in the centre, with a door at one end and a throne at the other.

On the throne was Soldier, the king, and next to him was Barbasse, the minister. Among the deliberate subordinates, a heavy door opens with the voice of the official announcing the appearance of today's lead actor.

The blurring is perfect and the gaze is concentrated on those who emerge from the door.

Appearing at the end of the open door was Hershelik, the late prince of this country, dressed in purple blue military uniform with a bespoke gold embroidery, who swept and refreshed the cape like a red king. Behind him, he takes the heads of his men, shakes his pale golden hair, looks straight ahead with his emerald-like eyes, and steps into the great hall. There was always no smile like the sunshine of spring, his mouth tied to one letter, and as he stepped on the red carpet, he knelt before the throne and drowned his head at the king, his father. The heads of the team run out of knees to imitate it.

Soldier stands up and nods, offering him when he receives from the minister a gold marshal wand made to match Hershelik's height.

"…… Hershelik Gracis. I will recognize thee as my agent from this time on, and I will give thee this staff. Take 20,000 soldiers and retreat from the threat to our country.

"As you wish."

Hershelik lifts his head to the voice of his stiff father. And I stood up, and when I received the marshal's wand, I saw my father. To his bluer father Hershelik made him smile only for a moment and immediately tightened his expression.

"For Your Majesty's sake, for the people's sake, and for the sake of my country, the Kingdom of Gracis, I will surely remove the threat.

When Hershelik, who proclaimed it, praises him, returns to the path where he has flipped his cloak. The leaders followed behind it.

Hershelik leads the way from the throne to the main entrance. And as you go out through the open door, you look out at the aligned army.

There are two generals in command of this Expeditionary Army in battle. One is called Theodore Seguin, a nobleman with the rank of Viscount. And the other is Heath Blaze, a mercenary rising general. Both generals greet each other with the utmost salute, and learn from it, and the other knights and soldiers salute each other undisturbed.

Hershelik raises the marshal's staff given to him by the king and raises his voice.

"All armies, get out!

In response to that voice, the musical team starts the march, and the two generals cross the military horse and start moving. Hershelik also rides the prepared carriage. Because the carriage had no roof or walls, and was built higher from the ground than a regular carriage, it was made so that if an adult man stood on the spot, his knees would be exposed to the public from above. Hershelik, slightly less tall than average, rode the further table provided. Shiro also gets in with him and stands behind Hershelik to refrain. The man of the carriage is Crowe, and rides only Oran on a military horse.

Hershelik took a deep breath as he just waited for everything to be ready and later to move out.

(Oh, finally......)

Hershelik realizes that this day has finally arrived.

Someday is bound to come, an inevitable day. A day when lies can be told to the people of Castle Town, who have become friends and kindnesses.

The carriage moves out and Hershelik forces his legs not to roll off unnecessarily with vibration.

At the same time as the carriage proceeded slowly, the cheers of the people of the town were heard and the end of the days that were Lyoko approached.

Hershelik closes his eyes for the first time. Then the carriage dived the castle gate and opened its eyes as it entered the castle town. In the jade eyes were the blue sky, the soldiers moving forward, and the people of the castle town waving their hands.

Among the folks who came to see me off the march, there was always a couple of confectioners who gave me treats. Their eyes open wide with surprise. They are not the only ones. They were cheering the moment people started and the royal prince showed up, but when they figure out who the prince is, they're all surprised and confused.

My face looked forward. If I only let my gaze wander, I could see Louis supported by my husband. There was an anxious vio among the children who would have come to drop them off from the orphanage. People who were involved with Lyoko are clouding their faces.

(Oh, not this.

Don't let them have an uneasy look, Hershelik thinks.

Hershelik leans down.

Whatever happens, the royal family must not cause anxiety to the people. Because to them royalty is a symbol of the country.

Hershelik raised his face and made him smile as usual. Even if they were deceived, frightened and distracted, they would be protected by the fact that they were born princes of this country. So laugh. So that you can think this country is okay so that their anxiety is removed.

Because that's what Hershelik wanted.

This was also Hershelik's first formation and the dawn of the 'Great Power's Unrest', which will be spoken of in future generations.