Is it because of the morning sunshine? Lihit felt the glare behind his eyelids and lifted his eyes thinly, and Fernand's sleeping face was in front of him.
With lashy eyelashes, high nose bridges, and well-formed lips, and a good look again, Lihit thought that he would never get tired of looking at it.
"Hm... Prince, are you awake?"
His eyes are entangled in the quietly open blue eyes, and he gently strokes his cheeks. Her chin was pulled as it was, and the lips that she looked at earlier were piled up.
"...Fu..."
The lips that separated with a light sound started to follow the neck. A big hand slipped under Licht's outerwear, squeezing the chest decoration that had been played around last night. The body reacts so sensitively that it "feels".
"Hmm...Fell...It's already morning..."
"Oh, that?"
Fernand rolled up Licht's shirt and began tracing his remnants of last night with his tongue. Licht pushes Fernand's head in a hurry, saying he might be able to get out of bed again.
"No... I can't get up, I will..."
Fernand looked up at last. While scooping up a bit of disorganized hair, he looks down on Lihit dissatisfied.
"It's been a while, so it's okay to relax until noon today."
"But if you don't take care of me every morning, you will die."
"Care?"
Licht laughed as if he was shy as he shook his body, slipping through Fernand's arm.
"I have a flowerbed that I'm taking care of. Miri said that Fernand will forgive me. Flowers may come out soon!"
"Is the flower bed taken care of..."
"Now, it's all green and very beautiful! When patted, it's a little cold and soft, and it feels so good...I want to show it to Fernand."
At the end of a bitter smile, as Fernand had conceived, he lifted himself up slowly.
"Can you guide me to the prince's proud flowerbed?"
"Yup!"
Fernand must be Kutakuta because he did so much last night....Richt showed Fernand himself a flower bed that he was doing well every morning, and wanted him to be a little better. Perhaps the shoulder injury may be improved.
Two people walk along the path of the garden where Asagiri remains. At the beginning is a small gardener, and the fact that he is a little uncertain about his feet is probably due to the affair of last night. However, Fernand is rather full of energy.
Last night, I made Rihit a little crazy.
Licht didn't even notice Fernand's strong and innocent behavior last night, and although it would be difficult to walk, he refused when he tried to lift him up. Everything seems to want to "guide" by himself.
"Hora, the one surrounded by this stone is the flower bed I am taking care of."
The flower bed was behind the bushes of roses. Surrounded by reddish-brown brick stone, it is very small, less than a single tea table in a room in Licht.
In the flowerbed, plants that had not yet been flowered were lined in a well-behaved manner, with many green leaves extending from the softened soil. It is a variety suitable for growing children and beginners in gardening.
"I don't know the color of the flower until it blooms."
"This flower comes in many different colors."
"Well, Fernand knows this flower."
"Yes, I remember growing up as a child."
"What color was the flower of Fernand?"
Fernand didn't remember the color of the flower... To be exact, "don't see" rather than "don't remember." Actually, I raised it under the guidance of a botanist who attended the royal palace because it was said to be part of primary education, but I was not interested in gardening at all, so I left it on the way. I was more obsessed with martial arts training than that, so I left it alone for a long time as an old memory.
"Isn't it red..."
"Yeah. What color is my flower? If it's red, it's the same."
"I agree..."
Licht's gaze, crouching and holding his cane and gazing at the flowerbed, was full of compassion, and Fernand was full of mysterious feelings of chest pain.
While standing for a while and looking at Lihit's profile, there was a sudden sound of scraping through the rose bushes.
"...Yes, it's early"
plowLikeIt was a gardener Clement who appeared after. Clement gently bowed to Fernand, looking down on the flowerbed, leaning against the plow down to the ground.
"Is watering done already?"
"No, from now on... hey, is this grass a weed? Should I take it?"
"Oh"
Licht carefully scoops the soil like a scoop with his bare hands, scoops up the roots of the weeds, and carefully places them outside the flowerbed.
"Clement, as a basket for weeds"
"I'll put them all together later"
"No. Clement always rolls in the right place."
"Weeds are left alone and rooted by themselves."
"Lie. I said that before, but when I saw it the next day, everyone was dead... After that, I covered it with dirt, but I didn't feel well..."
Cleman scrambled and scratched his head, saying it couldn't be helped. Suddenly, Fernand's eyes meet and raise one eyebrow.
"Don't stare at me. Because you're in such a condition, are you having a hard time?"
"I'm not staring at you"
"Well, there's no such thing that you worry about. It's not that I'm getting along."
Fernand gazed at the grinning face of Clement this time. And I was vaguely aware that this was a feeling of jealousy.