Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

"Hey, eh... eh, eh!?

Unexpectedly let go of my hand.

Then at that moment,

- Cut...!

A tremendous flash was emitted around the bracelet, - the next time Leo opened his eyes, the gold bracelet had fallen to the floor in a melting fragment.

"Oh my..."

"I didn't know I would untie the magic sealed bracelet that even my ancestors had handled..."

My surroundings are whispering about that all the time, but I could no longer afford to hear it calmly or anything like that in Leo.

- Thank you, Leonora.

"………………"

The prince gently waves his right arm, whose bracelet should have been fitted, and smiles at this one - scared.

'Cause most of the time he smiles in this hand when he's pretty. Because it's time to hunt down Leo.

Leo felt like he was about to lose his hips before Alberto, who was no longer the usual, no, glittering about five times more than normal.

Or, in fact, I got a buttcake.

(Hey, what!? What happened!?

Glittering Alberto offers his hand more gracefully as he drifts a cold sweat and looks up stunned.

"Are you okay?

It wasn't okay. Of course it wasn't all right at all.

But while Leo couldn't even move, staring at the hand offered, the prince leaked a much smaller grin and held Leo up.

(Hip!

Even after I let him stand, he won't let go of my subtle, back-turned hand.

Leo realized there was, as he was about to panic.

(hey... something... magical back Ugh!?

That, too, would be more luxurious than before if Leo hadn't missed it.

What do you mean?

What the hell is going on?

As Leo was distraught, Balthazar hung up containing laughter.

"Oh, Alberto. I haven't told you to take off your bracelet yet."

"Was I? He said," Keep it till you decide what to do, "so I was wondering if it was enough."

Besides, my magic doesn't seem to hold up in such a delicate bracelet.

Leo, who was beside him, just trembled at the prince returning such a horrible dialogue with a gentle smile like a spring breeze.

"Hmm? You think you've already been treated? I haven't said anything yet."

Balthazar on the strong side grins furiously.

I don't know what to say to the king of my own country, but he's smiling like he's killed every man.

But Alberto didn't even make a small swing.

This is what he said in that singing tone.

"No, I've already decided to treat you. I will remain a prince and will eventually be king of this empire."

and.

To a bold statement that could also be taken as disrespectful, the emperor opened his eyes as if he had been poked in the void.

Take a breath around you, too.

Eventually Balthazar squeezed his jaw gently, "Hmm?," he continued.

"Who made the decision?

"I made up my mind. Because it's bound to happen."

"Stop laughing. You imitated the foundations of this country to shake it from the ground up. How do you take responsibility for that?"

Light tone, but low voice.

The incontrovertible colour of the intimidation contained therein shook the air in the chamber of sight.

But the prince returned it in words which he had no idea.

"By carrying this country, of course"

Emilia blinks.

The Marquis looked up all the time.

The Empress smiled quietly - Balthazar laughed as she barked.

"Ha! Slap a big mouth. Can you do that?

"Forget it, Father. The dragon symbol I was given is a gold coin. I was blessed with gold coins."

Alberto made me laugh again, too.

However, it was not the usual calm and beautiful smile, but a fierce and powerful grin, as if it were a blade from which to pluck.

The prince looked straight at his father emperor with his bright eyes.

"The times when some privileged classes rule by monopolizing magic and thereby holding back the people will eventually come to an end. With the rise of the formation and the citizens, we will visit instead - the era of Kim."

For some reason, it sounded surrounded, as he said, "It's my time".

"Before the gold, all the people have equal rights and opportunities, and there is not even a difference between the young and the old. For that matter, there will be strife, stripping and stripping, like never thought possible before."

He glanced at Hagmeyer, tied behind his back and kneeling.

"Old stuff. Something not even. Something unhealthy. lazy stuff. They are all exposed and scratched away by a wave of elimination that pushes them with tremendous momentum. An empire so far would have reached out to it. But then - eventually this country will perish."

Seen with a bottom-cold glance, Hugmeyer leaks his voice "eh".

There is no chant either. I don't even bare my attacking.

But the next moment captured by that gaze, the Count raised his voice as if the frog had been crushed and broken crumbs on the spot as if he had been slapped.

(- Hih!)

Leo shook his shoulders unintentionally as he watched him shudder.

Now what the hell happened?

What the hell did this prince do to my poor bald father?

(Something's evolving to a level where you can kill people with your eyes already. Ugh!?

That is no longer the story of the level of disjoining.

What did Alberto think of Leo, who was trembling, Alberto had softly put his strength into the hand he turned on his back.

Leo took it for a "your turn next" meaning.

The prince returns his gaze to the Father Emperor and continues forcefully.

"- But I won't let you do it. Hang on to this name. Instead of dampening the formation and the rise of the citizens, by taking the lead and taking the lead, I will turn the gears of the times to come."

Broken old pale foundations, etc.

They themselves create new, supple, times.

Prince Alberto's declaration, I mean, that's what happened.

Silence falls in the sight room.

Soon the parade returned, from outside the balcony, the voice of the citizens boiling at the festival pushed from the gap of the soundproofed magic curtain.

After a bold proclamation, Leo sent his gaze in a sloppy, cold sweat to the dignified prince.

His claims, oddly enough, go hand in hand with Leo's thoughts on gold.

But Leo was so frightened of the imminent crisis of life on his own that the word was no longer in his ear from the way.

Somehow the prince is so excited, just standing next to him conveys the tingling and magical runoff.

In order to save this windlit life, there was nothing else than to ask the prince to calm down and put his magic away.

So Leo whispered with the intention of letting the prince bathe in cold water as he managed to scratch his words from his tugging throat and hear such a mouth in front of the emperor.

"Oh... Prince, can you say that?"

"Why?"

To the girl who asks with a trembling voice, the prince answers calmly.

He gently stroked the girl's back as she looked up with her moist eyes.

"I have nothing to be afraid of anymore."

…………

As long as you were there, the lights prevailed for him to tell in front of the public.

That's right.

Even as a civilian, I thought Alberto could do anything as long as there was a girl.

It's just the first time I've thought of it that way.

He still wants to be a prince - that the power to protect her should be a little greater.

And the moment I wanted the throne so strongly, any difficulty that would come down was no longer difficult.

I guess a wise girlfriend drew my intentions.

I shake my shoulders wide and look at this one with my eyes open as I sift.

Alberto took that gaze and smiled sweetly.

(The Prince is in Unstoppable Crazy Warrior (Berserker) mode!

Of course Leo simply took the prince's words that way.

It is no longer conceivable in the nerves of ordinary people, such as making a declaration of national annihilation to the absolute power.

Besides, won't the prince always deepen his grin and lean his neck?

"Leonora. Tremors ran to your word that you would be my fiancée and teach me field work. Al, you called me something like that."

".................. Huh!

(This time, the mines, there...!

That I fit into his "fiancée," even though the prince hated it.

Having treated the field kakashi.

Ahem, trying to get on with it and call it "Al Fong" or something.

They stepped through the proud prince's mines and apparently let him run a fierce earthquake of anger.

Evidence of this is how the soggy, good person aura has disappeared and switched to the mode of hunting people down with a smile.

"But... no, that's why," the prince muttered small, gently stroking Leo's cheek.

"I thought. I just want to be on your side. [M] of the prince - and that, if it is the emperor's position, it can be done. Leonora, I don't want you gone for the rest of my life."

Leo froze his spine imagining himself being pulled away and taken to the execution bench.

Unfortunately, the prince's princely pavilion proclamation says, "The prince and the emperor will wield authority to capture you. Life sentence. Be prepared." It only resounded.

Thoughtful Leo looked back behind his back and no longer cried half to the Emperor.

"Your Majesty...!

He wanted to sue.

Please stop this terrible prince. I need you to take the magic out of this guy.

(Sire! Sire! Aah! There are rebels here who threaten your reign! He's a traitor! Dispose! Dispose, Your Majesty. Oh, oh!

Now it was Leo who wished the prince's common people to fall more than anyone else on this occasion.

But.

"Phew... it's Leonora. Even if you don't plead like that, I know."

I thought Balthazar had a bitter smile on his stern face.

"I declare on this occasion. Admit to my son Alberto that he will continue to be a prince and that he will soon succeed me. I'll dispose of it as my unwavering successor - that's this, 'disposition'."

Didn't you declare it that way?

…………

Leo no longer even screamed.

It was just a tight throat.

(hey... why...? Hey, why...?

Besides, Alexia comes down swinging a stop blow.

"Also at the same time, be honest and admit to Leonora von Harkenberg, with deep affection, Alberto's fiancée. Your sermon resonated so much in our hearts"

…………

Pussy, and I felt something fall out.

It was the sound of Leo's soul.

"Father, Mother...? Why..."

Until then, Alberto, who was grand, raises his eyebrows as if he were a little surprised by the two declarations.

Balthazar laughed at it when he said, "Why are you surprised?" He stood up from the table.

So, loosely, we walk towards the balcony.

He gently hung his hands on a curtain that was lowered in front of an open door.

"Hey, Alberto. In previous times, the source of royal power was magic. The royal friends were aristocrats. But not from now on, is it? Your source of power is gold. And your friend..."

The moment he attracted the cloth with momentum, Alberto opened his eyes wide to the sight that appeared ahead.

People, people, people were ahead of the balcony.

I can't even see the cavalry coming back after the parade, it's just an overflowing crowd.

They uniformly put their hands up and seemed to be screaming something.

That's too big and poorly aligned again, hard to hear.

But when his ears were clear and he heard a word, Alberto opened his mouth pompously this time.

- Long live the King of Gold!

- Long live His Royal Highness Prince Alberto!

Balthazar, who lifted the edge of his mouth, continued.

"- It is a people (...). An overwhelming majority that has had no magic, no learning, and has sometimes been abused and exploited as a weak person. They're going to be your friends."

Alberto, rarely, could say anything.

I was just staring at the sight of being screamed my name.

Shouting is not his alumni dressed in superior clothes, etc.

Not even the nobles who inspire magic, of course.

There were those who could not help but call themselves the poor, who put old clothes in place of tunics and exposed their sentiments full of pieces instead of magic.

"In some lower towns, water shortages had already begun. But then one day, the neglect resolved, and the day after that, the exam distribution began - and I kept getting letters of thanks. From those who say thank you, but cannot write. An old woman who can't even go well pumping, a mother who was about to lose her child in rotten water, a friend of one caught by Sir Hagmeyer trying to dig a well in secret. Those vulnerable people. That's why I let him tell me. You don't have to write a letter or anything. If you are thankful, call the royal palace on Spirit Festival Day."

"Father..."

Ice blue eyes had a moist membrane of tears.

Alberto blinked to shame the passion, and the next moment he had a sunny grin.

"Thank you"

"Say what. As a result of what you caused. For the first time in your life, I wished for something, and I begged you. Carve it on your chest."

"Yes."

A flamboyant voice spins a powerful reply.

Alberto stared at his right hand and then eventually raised his face.

"Father. May I wave to them?

Greetings from the balcony are inherently the work of the adult royal family.

But Balthazar lifted his eyebrows gently and replied:

"Waving to your friends, which one do you ask your parents for permission?

When Alberto breaks his face, he goes straight for the balcony with his long legs.

But he looked back, and offered his hand to the girl who was standing.

"You too, Leonora."

"Huh... Huh!?

It was Leo who did it a little bit.

I hastily pulled back the soul that had often drifted in the air, contemplating the meaning of the word, but there should have been no such thing as a muscle for myself to wave to the people, not even the royal family.

"Hey, why......!?

"Why? Most of what the people are shouting about is your feat"

The prince tilts his neck and says so - but Leo snapped there.

(I see what this guy's after...! You're gonna make the citizens remember my face in preparation for a life sentence, to prevent escape!?

Praise you for your accomplishments, and do not let our words fool you.

This is how he always smiles and hunts people down, that's the kind of guy he is.

"No, no, no! I'm fine!

So Leo screamed.

Even though it is a great shock that the prince eventually stayed in office as a prince, it is a no thank-you to be remembered by the crowd on this and to raise the hurdle of escape even further.

Leo had no choice but to refuse.

But the prince will not give in.

"I tried to take all the blame, but the merit of this matter is that you are inherently bigger. I have brought water grace to the people, and if you say hello, they will all be glad."

"No, no! Eliminating the water shortage is, Dear Bianca! It's Bianca's feat! And the prince! And, Senior Oscar! Mr. Franz!"

The prince smiled bitterly, "He's a troubled child," even though he argued with the facts as they were.

"Why do you hate me so much?

"Conversely, why, so much, do you recommend it!? The truth is, purpose, is it different!?

As Leo steps in with the opposite guile, the opponent opens his eyes a little surprised,

"Is it broken"

and smiled like a prankster.

"The truth is - yes. I just want to show you to the people. Where you are in my arms."

…………

Leo lost his complexion to the prince who guessed the real deal without any evil.

Here, look.

Wasn't he going to imprint the face of the nominee (Leo) on the people?

He wants to show off what he's capturing brilliantly.

I mean, it's me. It's a public execution.

Leo hastily asks the Marquis for help as he has reached as he is.

"Marquis! Dear Emilia!

I turned around with the thought of straw.

"Hmm. After all, merit must be praised."

"Ugh, Leonora, I'm humble."

The straw grinned and thrust him to the bottom of despair.

(No! On the couple's face, he said, "My grandson, is that amazing? It only says" hey!

They had been duped by the Crown Prince's earlier statement that they wanted to "praise merit".

It is a total pitfall.

Now, though Leo has looked to the Emperor and his wife,

"I hope it's bright."

"Alberto, what are you doing? Escort quickly."

Instead of letting me grab the straw, I was subjected to an outrage where I was shook down by a stretched arm.

(Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Exactly a four-way song.

Not much of a panic, the prince looks sloppy approaching. It's like a horror.

"Come on, come on"

"Yes, no! Um! I can't! I, I don't want to be seen, I don't!

"Why? Is there something you don't want to see? Come on, come."

"No, so...!

Where in the world are deserters who want to be seen in the face?

As he unconsciously grabbed the cars for each fabric of his dress, the prince, who followed it with his gaze, nodded like "Oh."

"What do you care about the dirt?

"To?"

Leo had even forgotten that he had been given a glass of wine a few minutes earlier.

but the prince narrowed his eyes gently, "I'm sorry for me,"

"Stain it, leave."

Speak lightly.

- Fluffy

"Wah!"

At that moment, there was a light breeze and Leo was startled and screamed.

And when he opened his eyes, which he meditated upon, he saw the sight that stood there, and he made his face even stronger.