The next morning, Fernand left Lecht, who was sleeping soundly next door, and left the bedroom, aiming for a mist-covered garden.
"...I was surprised. I got up early."
Clement stopped watering the plants and gave a brief bow to the owner of the mansion, which suddenly appeared.
"It doesn't look like you came to love flowers. What do you want for me?"
"...There will be some flowers he grows"
"Oh, the flowerbed?"
"What color of flowers blooms there?"
Fernand was aware that he was asking a strange question. Clement lifts one eyebrow and distorts his mouth to endure the laughter.
"I think it was red. It might be white. I don't know if I'll bloom."
"...I want to know before it blooms"
"Then I couldn't do that. I bought the bulbs at the market, but they were mixed in a basket and mixed."
Clement finally resumed watering and finally gave a sneer.
"Hey, as I said during this time, there's nothing you're worried about. I just got to know a little while that kid was wandering around in the garden to kill time. Even so was the flowerbed." Is back, so I'm still in the mansion as usual until now.''
"Do you think you're grown up?"
Fernand crossed his arms with pity.
"I don't think so. He's a mass of curiosity."
"Don't hum like you knew"
"Isn't it competitive?...it's a pain."
The distressed gardener stopped working and scooped up Ash Gray's hair. His height is not so different from Fernand, but his physique is slightly overlooked. The deep inside of a sharp hawk-like twine shines golden and seems to be able to overwhelm most humans just by being awesome. It seems that it can be effectively used in battle, but it is not so effective in the occupation of gardener. However, the person himself knows it, or does not try to make much contact. It may be a habit that permeates the body as one of the tactics.
"Okay, I'll be back in the greenhouse, is that good anymore?"
"..."
"You have a difficult face. Well, I can't do anything about it."
"What do you mean"
Clement gave a quirky laugh.
"It's a hassle for love lovers."
That afternoon, Fernand was visiting the king's private room, which occupies part of the royal palace.
"It's rare for you to come here. May it snow even tomorrow?"
"It's not a strange season to rain."
Fernand takes a fixed position on the window side as usual, and looks into the steep cliff through the thick glass.
"Do you want to drink something?"
"Oh, yes..."
"Oh, it's said that my finger doesn't move even when I drink alcohol. This was more and more happening. Why don't you just vomit?"
Fernand narrowed his eyes to the big-hearted brother. I knew I was in a funny state.
"I will announce Lihit as my spouse."
"What is your sanity?"
"Oh"
Fernand, with his arms crossed, affirmed Randolph, who was literally surprised.
Randolph coughed to hide the slightest upset, and began to roam the room with his eyebrows.
"Well, how far are you going to make it publicly? Putting a man down isn't unprecedented, so let's put it on... Actually, it's the survival of the royal family of the enemy that was secretly brought back from the country of Mayar. To draw the blood of the people with the legendary wings that appear in..."
"All about that"
"Everything!"
When the king stopped, he sat down in a chaise lounge beside him, throwing his body out.
"If it's announced, it's not good at halfway. If you hide it poorly, it will be snooped more and he will be hurt."
"But...Is it going to show the wings as well?"
"I don't want to be cramped because of that. If I'm my spouse, I'll be targeted here and there, and in any case it's inevitable to defend."
Randolph sat on his face-to-face couch and stared at Fernand with his cheeks on his armrests.
"Better yet, the rumor that the blood of the people is a mysterious drug of perpetual longevity is a complete disappointment, and why not color the tragedy boy who was killed by King Mayar who believed the rumor."
"It's true that it's colored, and that's true. Well, if you say so, it's convenient because you can announce it as a victim who was captive to the enemy country, not as a person on the enemy side."
"Don't be the hero who rescued him... His second prince, Ichii Motoi, is likely to spur popularity."
"It's silly. It's only women who are happy to talk about such a Sanbun play."
Fernand, sitting on a velvet chaise longue in his boots and lying on his back, looked at the beautiful sky on the ceiling. Various kinds of wild birds fly against the light blue background, and the rose flowers are fantastically broken through the delicate gaps in the clouds.
--It's not like that fairy tale.
Licht was found in the battlefield, where the smell of blood and the smell of blood like iron rust was heard on the nose. When I found myself lying on a cold, hard bed in a dirty, dirty basement, I first suspected I could breathe. In an empty prison-like room, he was dressed in poor nightwear, his uncut black hair was splashed around, and wasn't well maintained. It was obvious that he was treated so crudely.
However, the innocent sleeping face was pretty, and black hair, which is rare around here, caught Fernan's eyes. I was more interested than the horrible furnishings that were seized as loot... so I decided to take them home.
Licht awakens and looks back at Fernand with his rare black eyes. He was courageous without being aware of anything, seemed obedient and did not try to open his heart, and had an innocent, innocent, and innocent heart that was unthinkable from his miserable and cruel upbringing.
I tried to grab the clouds, believed that it would turn blue when I was under the blue sky, and cherished the small window with the light that was about the size of a handkerchief... I couldn't predict what to laugh at It didn't get through, and I felt a bit toothy again and again.
"In any case, the people around you will be able to dramatize it into a large-scale romantic story. It will be a good story for a bard. It's no wonder that it becomes a drama in a playhouse."
"You can like it. If it's a play, you can sneak up with him and go see it."
Fernand laughed with a bright face.