Fernand looked up because the office door was open.
"His Highness is quite early."
Colonel Brundle, while having a mild tone, read the unusual air and crossed the room to see what he was doing, and came to the office desk.
Fernand took off his glasses and placed them on his desk, blinking slowly with his tired eyes. It seemed that his neck had become stiff because he had been absorbed in books all night.
Colonel Brundle picked up the top bunch as he approached the pile of material that had already been read.
"As far as I read this, I only felt that Runan was a warm and peaceful country..."
"What if it's not Runan?"
The colonel stopped turning pages and turned around and turned to Fernand. For the first time, it seems that he noticed that the second prince, who has the color of fatigue, is holding an old book.
"It's an ancient document that has been passed down to Runan for a long time. Well, half of it is a myth."
"...It's something you don't like for a distraction."
The colonel seemed to be interested in hearing the story, and he laid down the material on the chair opposite to Fernand on the floor.
"And what's new?"
"Here is a description of people with wings. It seems that there used to be a country at the top of the mountain north of Runan. However, since it is surrounded by a canyon, no one has ever seen that country.''
"...I see, did the boy grow with wings on his back?"
Fernand raised his eyebrow to the colonel's joke tone.
"No, was originally"
Fernand scratched his falling bangs with a tired face.
"In addition, the wings were artificially cut off by half and forced into the back. It would have been a heavy burden on that small body... However, as the body grows, the wings grow at the same time and it becomes even more painful.''
"I see... so that's why he refused to eat."
"Even though he was eating, he refused the light of the sun. What was good for his health was, on the contrary, inconvenient for his body. If he wasn't good, his wings would grow and he would break his back."
"Why was that boy alive after all that?"
"The key to know that was here."
Fernand showed the old manuscript in a sloppy manner.
"The blood of this race seems to be a mystic drug."
"What?"
"Rejuvenated"
"... crap"
Colonel Brundle looked up at the ceiling with a heavy heart. A chandelier, which was not suitable for a messy room, had a muddy light.
"Shall we remove it now?"
"Hassle"
"You don't have to do it."
"Even if you let someone do it, you'll have to get rid of this area."
Fernand put his cheeks on his office desk and looked at the table in a dire condition, which was just across from the table and was full of papers and books and was about to collapse.
"I'm an evil ancestor... Well, I don't care if you see the light if it helps."
"Well, it doesn't matter if you don't care..."
The colonel, who was rumored to have one or two good taste in the courtroom, had a tendency to speak to the misery of his work room when he was in a bad mood.