Eastern country Runan suddenly disappeared from historical fact more than 300 years ago.
Historically, large and small countries have existed on the eastern continent, but now the eastern country refers to Icatera, and there are only a few minorities.
There are very few books about Rounan. Perhaps because there were many independent nations lined up at the time, it is no wonder that there is a small amount of material about small past countries that have no characteristics.
Fernand recalls the material he was reading in his office today and sighed a bit to the poor harvest.
"ow..."
The little moan returned Fernand to reality.
"What happened !?"
The face, which had been sleeping with an innocent expression just before the moment, now has an expression of agony.
"Where does it hurt?"
"back..."
Fernand hurriedly took off the prince's jacket and laid his slender body prone.
Fernand was fascinated for a moment with its gentle, textured back.
--- What is this...?
If you look closely, there was something like a small surgical mark around the shoulder blades. As I gently traced it with my fingertips, his thin shoulder trembled.
"Oh, it's... well, that's a common thing."
"Have you ever had this? Why didn't you tell me ?"
"Because"
The prince muttered with a faint sweaty profile.
"Because Ichi... don't tell anyone."
Fernand felt unfocused anger running all over his body. He managed to stay calm and lifted the prince's body up. And brought him to my bedroom, and called the doctor immediately.
However, the doctor's diagnosis didn't reveal the cause of the pain, so for the time being, I only asked him to prescribe a painkiller.
Fernand spent the night in the same bed, holding the prince's body. The next morning, when I woke up, I called Milly, to prepare a nutritious meal.
But the prince in Fernand's arm, shook his head weakly and refused to eat. I had no choice but to give nutritional injections and infusions.
Then about three days have passed.
The prince continued to say nothing and was feeding, although he was feeding.
Fernand was irritated by the prince, who was weakening day by day in his arm, without any means to do it. Eventually, the prince's body returned to the same thinness it had when he first came here.
"Prince... why?"
In a voice that seemed to crush Fernand's emotions, the prince raised his depressed twinkling.
"Why don't you eat anything... why does this happen?"
The prince then gave a clear and definite answer for the first time.
"Because that would reduce the back pain."