Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

A dorm room at dusk.

The person, sitting on a spacious sofa with the red light slipping through a large taken window on his cheek, was alone gracefully sipping tea.

A golden hair that looks red in the sunset, with a plastic face. The look on the person's face, wrapped around the pale light, is much quieter and less than what it was when he was dealing with freshmen until earlier. And for some reason, the hand of manipulating the cup was somewhere feminine.

And, in a room that was quiet, the sound of a knock rang.

- We're back.

It was the young man who stood near the door at the tea party earlier. He has dark brown hair, gray eyes and a lot of mediocre looks in this country.

However,

"... I've been waiting for you"

He, who was supposed to be the Lord of the room, stood up and thanked him deeply.

"On a long and slow return. Did you enjoy it? - Dear Alberto."

"Call me Al."

The young man, flattened even by his sarcastic voice, responded with his shoulders flashed.

"Not when you look like this."

Straight across the room, loosen the belt on the boot for the outing, and then lower your hips to the couch across the street. The method of casually legging, while ruffled, was somewhere elegant.

"Then Al. Have you come down to town again? Come on, let's stop playing that bad hobby."

"Is that such a bad taste?

"Yep. Let the poor living that day glimpse the gold coins, enjoy the reaction, etc. It's nothing but a bad taste."

"That's a word. I'm not making a fool of myself, I'm giving, I feel good about springs. - Oh, tea for me, too."

The young man raised his hand lightly, but the request could not be fulfilled.

"Before you do so, restore me to my former form."

Because a man who appeared to be Prince Alberto told the young man with a gaze.

"Whoa, I'm sorry, Natalia. Unlock the disguise."

When the youth groaned sarcastically, the two figures were engulfed in light for a moment, and at the next moment, a different figure sat on the couch than had previously been the case. If the young man was sitting, there was a blonde prince Alberto. And across the street - where there was a person who looked like a prince until earlier, there was a woman with flax hair.

She was the cousin of the Prince of Alberto, Natalia von Klingbail.

"I've never heard of a student chairman pushing a tea party in your name."

"Well, don't be so angry with me, cousin. It was an unbearable pain for me to deal with a boy who was buried in white powder and perfume and whose brain, muscles and delusions were directly connected to each other."

"Of course it hurts me, too."

The prince smiled and squealed a pungent objection.

"The purpose of the Tea Party on the part of the Student Council is to identify new students. So, I did my part. Before I went down to town, I stood at the door dressed as Al and watched each and every one of them. Fifty-eight freshmen, even matched their faces, their names and their approximate personalities."

Natalia knew that what she said was not an exaggeration. This cousin is, in vain, the owner of excellent brains and talents - to the point where everything in this world seems boring.

"… but some of the great magicians sensed the magic of disguise. Several people said," It looks pale and glowing. "

What Alberto exercised on himself and Natalia was the art of magically coating his entire body and making it look like something else. Those who have no more magic than Alberto will not be seen through - which means that there is no one in the empire who can see through it - but those who are somewhat more magical can sense the grain of magic that covers them.

"It's about you. Of course, you remembered the name of that 'several', didn't you?

"Of course that..."

Natalia says. Having interpreted it as dissatisfaction, Alberto decided to explain a little more carefully the reasons for his actions.

"Would you look at this, Leah?"

What I offered you was an old coin. On the edge, a cleverly small fitting was bitten and hung on a leather string.

"It's..."

"Yes. My - No, it's the first gold coin of The King of Gold."

As Alberto nodded, Natalia's hand was unconsciously drawn to her own chest. Beneath the calm, dark green dress, the same gold coin, given long ago by Alberto, is lowered. It was a symbol of the pledge and bond that lay between Natalia and Alberto.

The King of Gold.

That is the two names that will be crowned to him when Alberto takes office in the future.

Emperor Weitz and his sons had a symbol for a certain treasure, inherited from history. It is said that the dragon's blood was made of fine gold. And when it was in the hand of an emperor, it became a golden chalice, and a golden spear unto a prince, and guided his reign.

"The dragon's gold given to me took the form of a gold coin at the same time I touched it with my hand. It's the first time. The Holy Grail is full of riches, and the spear triumphs, and although there were many other metaphors, it was promised such blessings."

"Dear Alberto..."

Natalia frowned and shrugged.

Because he knew that the life of the prince, who dwelt in the blessings that everyone wished for: gold coins, was not calm.

Gold is abundance, gold is beauty, gold is truth.

The strength to subjugate any other virtue is in gold.

With his rare beauty, the prince, who had been promised a tremendous fortune, was full of charm, and many fought over him.

"Everyone kneels before my - no, my gold coin. But I need to know that both the beauty phrase, which is easily dedicated, and the oath of allegiance, which is easily thrown, are brittle on the thin ice of this blessing. Right, Natalia?

Natalia didn't say anything. Because she understood that blessings, once notorious, worse in nature than Flora's art of charm, had attracted and driven many.

"Even you, as a Duke's maid, would contain poison to get used to, wouldn't you? Same as that. I go to Lower Town and burn people starving for gold in my eyes over and over again, telling them. This is the true face of the cheerful gentleman of the lady who smiles around me."

"I know that, but it's too..."

"Yeah, that's a bad hobby."

Alberto continued his words and nodded as he poked his cheek.

"I know. That's why I'm looking."

"Do you own that gold coin?

"Oh, I've got the first gold coin, I'm innocuous to hang on to, you're my memory."

The prince's face is a little soothing only when he talks about the man.

"You told me, Leah. As everyone looks at the gold coins that I am supposed to give only to those who have forgiven me - oh, of course you are not, basically because I only give gold coins to those who don't like them - that there are boys who, with pure eyes like babies, have carelessly wanted gold coins."

"Yeah. Whatever, I preached to you about Master Alberto in disguise without knowing it, you're a strained boy, aren't you? When I swelled my cheeks and came back in a good mood, I wondered if Alberto and I had gone crazy."

"That's terrible. - But you are. It was such a delightful event that it went crazy. So much so that it seems inadvertently that my gold coins may not be a bad thing either, if they are so clearly sought after."

With his eyes narrowed, he seems delightful, as the words say. Slightly, however, he sighed and stared at the gold coin in his palm.

"Keep pushing the gold coin on him, about two years. It was a whim, but I was hoping that I could bond with him - two nights ago, all of a sudden, the gold coin came back on hand."

"On hand? That's..."

"As long as I have it in my hand, it's a gold coin that will lead me to it at the same time as I promise my property to my owner. The fact that he came back as if he had lost his business means that he died or that he came near me so much that he didn't need a gold coin - well, the latter is unlikely to be more than he had no magic."

It's unlikely, but it's the latter, and there was no one there who could say the right answer.

"So... are you looking for that boy? Did they find you?

"No..."

Alberto stood up and, making his own tea, sipped it with an elegant trick.

"I couldn't find it. Perhaps already..."

Heh, and drop your gaze on the cup. There was a self-derisive grin on his mouth.

"Now there's only one person around me who hates gold coins."

"Dear Alberto!

Natalia blamed him, but Alberto just shrugged, "I'm sure you're the exception." Behind the light attitude seeped an irresistible solitude.

She was in a hurry. Alberto is a prince who supports the next generation, while at the same time being Natalia's dear cousin. I didn't want to make the reign of the young king full of loneliness, and I wanted to comfort my clumsy cousin, who couldn't even cry.

Yes, to her, Alberto is more of a brother to protect than a coveted heterosexual. Whenever they ask me to put it in this way, enough to allow it.

"I'm not saying that. Me, what I found. Alberto's bud of hope."

"A bud of hope?

"Yeah. Did you know that? Leonora von Harkenberg… the tragic Claudia, the forgetful."

Alberto looked up all the time.

"You, too, think there's something about her...?

"Yes."

Natalia opened her mouth remembering what had happened at the Tea Party.

"Earlier, you mentioned that some highly magical people sensed the magic vegetables of disguise. One of them -- no, she's the one at the head of it."

"What's that?

"It was when I became Master Alberto and the Tea Party was going on. She - Leonora stared at me and looked strange. Then, when the students came together, they said to me," It's fake, you don't need to greet me, "and they left early."

"Fake..." Alberto stroked his grunting jaw. It's his habit when he thinks.

"Right...... Then again, even then..."

"At that time?

Natalia asked back.

"Was it when Master Alberto stood at the door?

"Oh. She made me thank the royal family in front of me dressed as a squire. And when a rushed squire blamed him for it, I told him back. He said this would be fine."

"So...!

Alberto nodded.

"When I saw the design of the pomegranate embroidered in my clothes, my servants realized that I was a high-ranking man. The pomegranate is a royal crest, and only those close to the royal family are allowed to wear it. So she rushed him to the top, and now she's got him under control. The pomegranate doesn't want it."

"I mean, after seeing through Master Alberto's identity, he said he showed consideration for not mentioning it...?

"Oh. What a metaphor it is to be a 'pomegranate'. Freshman means she's twelve this year. Most of the time, that's not what a downtown girl can do."

Natalia looked impressed and agreed.

"Right...... Sure, she already had the elegance and style from the time she entered the dorm."

Reminds me of the girl I snuck a peek at. There were objects that could not be carried away by many, along with spirit-like beauty.

Natalia smiled softly and took Alberto's hand.

"Hey, Master Alberto. She might or might not be flirted with by the charm of gold coins and remain abnegated"

…………

The prince didn't say anything. But where he did not immediately argue, Natalia thought there was a glimmer of hope.

"Harkenberg's purple eyes foresee the truth - I'm sure one day she will find and protect Alberto's charm, not just gold coins"

With all due respect, I think I'll try to get in touch with her myself soon. Alberto smiled quietly about what he thought of Natalia like that.

"... right. Thanks, Natalia."

Natalia also lightened her heart again when she finally saw her cousin, who had only lightened her expression a little.

"Oh, but"

So, fu reminds me.

"Master Bianca, who was with me, seemed interested in Leonora. I'm sure she cares more about her fake calling than she does about this replacement."

"Bianca?

"Yep. Well, I also felt like it was close to vigilance that one might take my favorite brother..."

"That's troublesome," Alberto shrugged his shoulder again, with a serious voice.

"I hope I don't give Miss Leonora a bad hand..."

"Yep. Leonora is a Harkenberg family lady, while out of downtown. It's a delicate position for nobility and the lowest citizens."

"Oh."

White, long fingertips tap the table with a tongue. Alberto rotated that brilliant brain, assuming what could happen in the future.

"Since opening its doors to magical citizens, this college has always remained exposed to the delicate equilibrium between nobility and citizenship. Especially since Oscar Bernstein, a merchant, enrolled in school, it's always enough to say he's in a state of tension. There, if Bianca ever hunts down Miss Leonora..."

"And if the Bernstein clan put their shoulders in Leonora,"

"Oh. There's going to be a war in this college."

The look on their faces made them think of the worst possible future.

Bianca must be advised not to do so.

"Oh. Let me tell you something, too."

The two minded men met briefly and promised to suppress Bianca from each route in the near future before saying goodbye.

But.

The two of them will later regret watching their sister's extraordinary behavior sweetly -.