When Fernand opened the office door, the confidant Colonel Brandle, who had arrived earlier, stood up to greet him.
"I collected so much in a short time."
Fernand admired the pile of documents piled up on his desk.
"This is not a big amount, Was there anything you worried about the boy who suddenly started a background check?"
Fernand sat down in a leather chair and laid his legs on a heavy desk with a season.
"...I was stuck all the time. Why was he "lived"?"
Fernand sit in his chair and lean against his back, gazed into the distance as if pensive.
"Why did you make him a dead person and lock him in the basement of the castle? What is the merit of the king if he eats and lives to the extent that he does not die?"
"From a prank of conscience?"
"No way. There is a man with a lust for self-revealing in that work. The person in that hand has a personality that does not move one finger for something that is not profitable."
"So what would that boy do for him?"
"I'll search for it from now on"
Fernand crossed his hands behind his head, laughed quietly and closed his eyes.
"...What happened to him, His Highness?"
"What is it?"
"Are there any developments?"
Fernand opened his eyes.
"I'm happy and I can finally kiss him."
"Boo..."
The colonel laugh.
"That was a lot of intimidation."
Fernand put his feet down, screaming at the Colonel's humorous words, and clenched his cheeks.
"And he thinks the kiss comes from his affection."
"It doesn't seem to convey your feelings at all."
"I can't say so. I certainly kiss "I'm going to do that", but that's what I mean by dearness. As you know, I don't plan to have a family, but I still have this feeling with my son. I can feel the kind of paternity I see."
"If that's true, it's a very close parent and child."
"If my son is weird, he can be a younger brother. I wanted such a cute younger brother than my older brother."
"Do you have an evil feeling for your brother?"
Ignoring the funny colonel, Fernand decides to challenge the pile of papers.
Fernand went home late in the night and went straight to the prince's room without changing clothes. It was a chilly night, but the room was warm with a small fire in the fireplace, and the orange lighting was softly wrapped in it.
The prince was napping on the rug in front of the fireplace. Several books borrowed from the library the other day were scattered around the slender body leaning against a large cushion.
Fernand smiled, sat down beside the prince and stroked his rosy cheeks cause by the heat in the fireplace.
"you're so defenseless...it's really cute."