When Fernan took him to Licht's office, an old man with white hair was waiting for him.
"Dr. Madras"
When he hit the name without hesitation, Madras bowed happily.
"I am honored to have you remember me, Prince Licht"
"I met at the library before"
"Yes, you were with your Highness at that time as well."
Fernan looked down at his little face, "Prince," looking at the teacher's prompt gaze.
"Can the prince sort out the materials in the Rounan language with him? He will teach you how to do it... Thank you, doctor."
"I've acknowledged"
Madras nodded with a smile, and at the table in the back, he started to organize the pile of materials with Lihit.
"...It's not a bad scene."
"That's because I pierced a wall to create that space and removed all the weapons. It's neat."
Fernand looked again at the office. The interior of the window, which has been polished for the first time in a few years, creates bright sunlight in the room. The wall between the adjacent warehouse and arsenal has been removed, and the office has been transformed into a spacious room with two consecutive rooms. Of course, it may be due to the fact that the mountains of Arakata books and materials have been cleared up.
"So, that chandelier is still intact?"
"It's unavoidable. It seems that you need to peel off a part of the ceiling to remove it, which would make the construction cost and time foolish."
"Apart from the cost, it's hard to keep this room locked up for two weeks with one such lighting. Well, this is a unique object."
Colonel Brandle stares at a point on the ceiling with a cold look. Fernand gazed at the scene, but suddenly turned back to his back room.
"This and this is the composition of the team. This is the type and number of weapons required for it. Below that is the number of soldiers and mercenaries to add ..."
The old doctor next door silently notes Lihit's unshakable explanation. Surprisingly, Richt seems to be familiar with military terms. There was no doubt that it was the knowledge gained in the country where I lived before.
--You didn't know much about the color of the sky or the presence of clouds.
Fernand feels sad because of the biased knowledge that does not match his childish and innocent appearance. Until now, I have witnessed many abominations called juvenile soldiers in various countries, but it was a completely different feeling from the anger and resentment I felt at that time. It was more painful than I could cut myself, and a pain that I couldn't do.
Fernand finally finished his job when the stars came out and went home in a carriage with Lihit.
I hadn't talked much from the morning, even though I was nearby, except that I had a short tea time only once while I was at work.
"How was the Prince today?"
Licht, who was vaguely looking out the window, turned around when asked by Fernand.
"...I don 't really understand"
"Is that so..."
"Are you going to work at the same time tomorrow?"
"No, tomorrow is fine."
"e..."
Licht frowned at Fernand's words.
Fernand noticed his fault. Licht's expression in front of me was that that floated when I couldn't express my sadness and uncontrollable emotions.
"I don't want the prince to overdo it."
"I'm not overdoing it."
"No, you shouldn't really hate a building like that. It has something to do with the sad past, but stop talking about it now."
Fernand stopped the carriage at the entrance to the mansion, and left the chariot with a confused person.
"Let's walk a little. You can feel the night breeze."
The two, holding their hands, walked towards the front door with a slow pace, while receiving a slightly cool night breeze on their cheeks.
Every time I walk, the hem of Licht's long cloak is fluffy.
"By the way, isn't your back painful? Does it hurt?"
"I'm fine"
"It made me feel cramped."
"No"
Licht shook his head while facing forward. Under the cloak, specially made underwear has wings. Although a soft cloth is used to prevent the burden, it cannot be denied that it is artificial.
Actually, I want to go back to my room immediately and release the commandments, but this moment when I'm walking alone is regrettable, and my pace is slow.
Whether or not he knew Fernand's feelings, Licht suddenly stopped.
"I didn't hate it."
Licht looked up at Fernan next door.
"I don't hate going to Fernand anywhere. I didn't hate my job or my room."
The innocent face was illuminated by the moonlight and fluttered like a white flower.
"With Fernand, I don't hate that room I used to live in."
It was horribly innocent, laughable and adorable, and very affectionate in the eyes of Fernand.
"That was a problem. What should I do if I want to punish, but if I do not have a dislike..."
"Punishment?"
"It's a punishment that I was acquainted with that gardener in a place I didn't know."
"Why is it a punishment to get along with Clement?"
"Huh... at all. You don't know the man's heart too much."
Fernand, leaning back a little, bends his back and instantly lifts Licht.
"What's wrong, Fernand..."
"You are mine. I don't give it to anyone... I just have to laugh in my arms."
Licht seemed to be surprised at the breathtaking kiss, but gradually began to obey himself. Fernand feels complicated to him.
――I know he never refuses, but... it doesn't stop.
Fernand continues to stare at Licht in his arm even after a long kiss, confused by this little treasure that he was completely trapped in his heart.