Milly, the head maid, casually ran her eyes on the table while making tea. It is a daily routine to check whether the prince is eating properly and report the result to the doctor.
Compared to just waking up from a coma, the prince's diet increased considerably. Although it is still few for boys around his age, the number of nutritional infusions has decreased considerably, and above all, the taste of food has become known.
I'm not good at tea, but I like it if it contains sugar cubes. I'm not good at garlic and flavoured vegetables, but I like softly boiled carrots and onions. I'm not good at fish and I like ground meat dishes. And above all...I like eggs.
Omelette is the prince's favourite egg dish. It seems to be fluffy, but it seems that the egg is well cooked to the inside. Since the half-boiled part is eaten away, if the heat is adjusted, the dish on the plate will be terrible.
I'm steadily promoting a fork today. Milly was relieved and then said that she wanted to say from the morning.
"I'm sorry, Prince, I'll be taking a rest tomorrow."
When Milly stopped pouring tea and said so, the prince's meal was taken care of.
"When should I start?"
"What?"
"Ichi often said that... isn't it?"
Apparently, the prince's old nanny suffered from neuralgia. Milly shook her head, laughing and laughing.
"It's my youngest brother's birthday. It's about the same age as the prince, but he's still an amazement."
"so..."
The prince went silent. Milly was worried about what he had said aloud, but Fernand had just appeared, so she missed the time to ask the prince.
"I'm not eating much today."
Fernand glanced at the plate of the omelette left for more than half, and sat down next to his face, and looked into a small face.
"You look a little pale. The heat is..."
"No, I'm going."
"The prince's "Heiki" is unreliable... Is it something to worry about?"
"No, just Milly..."
After all, I made some mistakes. Milly turned pale.
"What did Milly say?"
"Tomorrow is a holiday because it's my birthday..."
Fernand looked back with a firm look, so Milly hurriedly lowered her head.
"It's my brother's birthday, so let me know that I want to take a break tomorrow..."
Fernand turned to the prince again and grabbed his hands and grabbed them.
"When is the prince's birthday?"
Fernand suspected he would never have been properly celebrated, but the prince's response was unexpected.
"Do not know"
"Eh, don't you know your birthday?"
"..."
Milly, who was listening, screamed. But Fernand disguised himself as calm,
"Let's make today Prince's birthday," he smiled.
"But it's the day I was born on my birthday. I don't know if I was born today, so it's funny to decide today."
"Birthday has two meanings. It's "the day of birth" and "the day of celebrating the birth." You can't decide when the prince was born, but you can decide the day of celebrating the birth."
However, the prince's complexion was not clear. Far from dull and increasingly pale, Fernand continued with a disgusting premonition.
"I have to celebrate. I need a cake, so I'll prepare it for the chef..."
"Good, no need"
The prince shook his hands and clenched his fist on his knees.
"You don't have to celebrate"
"Why?"
"...Not good"
The prince bit his lips and then raised his face.
"I was born on a day of misfortune. It was the day my mom died. So Ichi told me not to celebrate."
The prince looked up at his eyebrows and distorted his pale face.
"That's why I don't need a celebration."
(to be continued)