The prince stood by the window watching the rain, which never stop. The valley, which you can see in the distance, looks just like the old-fashioned stage often told by Ichi.
"I was dropped by one and the other from the cliffs... to see if anyone could fly."
...But no one could fly.
"The prince woke up."
Looking back, Fernand stood beside the door. The dignified military uniform is a proof of those who took part in the battle. Fernand was also a soldier... Maybe the original figure might be this, and I could see him in a way that makes me think that.
The prince turned away with a restless feeling.
"Is your back hurt?"
"No, little"
"It was nice"
Fernand approached the prince and softly touched the awkward wings extending from his back.
"It's pretty well prepared. After a while, the wings will grow and become beautiful."
"...But there aren't half that, so I can't fly anymore."
The words stopped Fernand from stroking his wings.
"I can't fly... because"
"So?"
The drooping head felt burned and heavy.
"My blood has no power"
"..."
"It hurts, No matter how many times I try it, it doesn't work. Even the King has been drinking for a long time..."
The prince could not say to the end. Before that, I was hugged by Fernand.
"What was done..."
"Oh, that..."
"Did you drink... blood"
The prince was hugged closely and couldn't raise his face. Perhaps I was deliberately not looking at his face.
An unspeakable anxiety rushed in.
"Can you tell me everything?"
"...It's boring to hear it, surely"
"I do not mind"
My arm was loosened, but I couldn't move until I spoke. The prince thought and began to explain reluctantly.
"Once every ten days, a doctor comes... in order to take my blood. The king wants to drink. At least I need a glass... But it's very painful to take."
I was always depressed when the old doctor came. This is because at least a full two days will be impossible to get rid of blood. But this is why he was kept alive, Ichi repeatedly said.
The prince looked out the window. The rain is getting stronger, and the scenery on the other side is vaguely visible.
"I can't fly my blood has no effect, Even if I have wings, I can't fly. So Ichi said that our clan was dead. they where dropped one by one from a large cliff... to see if they could fly."
The prince looked back and stared at Fernand's face.
"I will be dropped from the cliff when I have all the wings."
"No way"
Fernand grabbed the prince on both shoulders.
"Okay, I'm sorry to say that the feathers have been cut into pieces. But I don't think your blood has any special effect. Rejuvenating medicine is a myth. There are many stories around the world."
"Fernand doesn't know if he's known to the king of this country, though. Like his king, he might want blood..."
"Let's do this. Your wings are our secret. The doctor who operated on your back is okay because you can't talk to anyone. I won't tell anyone. It is the same"
The prince looked up slowly. I was gazed at with serious eyes and my face became hot for some reason.
"It's okay as long as you stay in this mansion."
"...really?"
"Let's swear"
When a beautiful, slightly tilted face approached, he was kissed as gently as a feather.