-Why is he there?
It's such a noisy, crowded crowd with a large crowd. Fernand doubted my eyes when he found him small. Because he hadn't been out of the mansion, even in the garden... at least half a year ago.
After the triumphal parade was completed successfully, Fernan, who got off the horse in the courtyard of the palace, quickly joined the knights and entered the royal palace.
"His Highness, Cloak"
"... don't care"
Fernand threw a cold glance at his servant as he reached for the cloak near the entrance. The poor servant thought that he had bought the disgrace of his royal brother, and began to tremble with a deep blue tinge.
Fernand's uncomfortable look made Colonel Brandle frown.
"Do you feel good?"
"No... I just thought."
When Fernand muttered his words, Colonel Flanders sighed, saying he could not help it.
"Do you want to go back to the mansion as soon as possible? At the feast, we will make sure that you can successfully sit inside."
"..."
"? Something still?"
"No... I asked for the feast."
Fernand turns his cloak toward the audience, rumoring the sight he saw earlier.
――Isn't he the man behind him, the gardener in our mansion? His name is Clement.
The butler was informed that he had pulled out of the mansion elsewhere. He must be a reliable person not only as a gardener but also as a servant.
――So I'm sure he was escorting him there.
Fernand remembers the sight he saw earlier in his head. Clement stands behind Licht from behind. Licht looked at him with peace of mind, leaving his back and shining his eyes.
Despite trying to be rational, it seems unlikely that the thirsty black emotions that erupt from the bottom of his chest can be stopped.
-What is this feeling?
Fernand, after finishing his report to the king, took a seat at the feast and managed to pretend to be calm and tilted the toast glass. Many people surrounded him in a festive mood.
"Congratulations on returning to Japan, His Highness"
"It can only be said that riots will be overwhelmed, let alone hunting remnants in Icatera in just six months."
"It's almost as if the eastern continent was in the hands of Barthelemy."
"Your elite troops have no enemies on their way."
Fernand continued to make cups, responding in a laid back manner to the words of compliment.
"I will take care of the rest, so it's okay to sit inside."
Eventually, Colonel Brundle, who was next door, spoke to Fernand for a moment. The banquet at the feast is almost over, and most of the attendees have already moved to the back salon to enjoy cigars and strong drinks.
"...No, I don't mind"
"but"
"Your Majesty has a story. Why don't you go out first?"
When Fernand stood up, he refused to say "I'm sorry" to the people around him and headed for the king, who was talking with the Prime Ministers at the back of the salon.
It takes some time to suppress the buzzing emotions and become fully rational... To admit myself and be calm in such a small scene.
By the time the butler of the mansion welcomed the host who returned home after half a year, it was completely late at night. Around that time, Licht was waiting for Fernand's return without sleeping, and was rowing with Utouto, leaving the book on his knees.
"Licht and Fernand are back."
Awakened by Miri's quiet voice, Lihit instantly awakened. I jumped barefoot into the hallway without wearing indoor shoes, but turned back to the room as I reconsidered.
--You have to be calm and polite.
Licht recalled the days he couldn't see Fernand while sitting in beautifully embroidered silk indoor shoes. For half a year, I learned a lot from people and books in the mansion. It included politeness and made me aware of how ignorant I was.
――Cleman told me that I should meet him...
I wanted Fernand to see me grow up. So I tried hard to run and walked to the front door...
--Ah.
However, when his dreamy appearance came into view, Lihit's legs were immobile and stiff for some reason.
--It's not a dream. It's a real Fernand...
The blood of the whole body runs around the body with tremendous momentum, and the face burns hot.
Fernand was handing a heavy leather cloak to the butler. The golden hair, which has grown a little longer than before, is loosely tied up at the neckline, faintly shining the light at the entrance. In contrast to that, the profile, which casts a dark shadow, emphasized its fearlessness.
Suddenly Fernand turned to me.
"...Did the prince still be up?"
Licht, who heard the voice, could not bear it anymore. If you kneel so that it will collapse on the spot, your eyes will be clouded by overflowing tears.
"Fel... have you met?"
In this way, Richt's "politely welcoming" plan was shattered brilliantly, but there was no room for Fernand's feelings to feel it from the bottom of his heart.