When I wake up here, I'm usually in the arms of Fernand, who sleeps soundly. Licht slid his slender body off the bed, and when he approached the window covered by the gauze curtain with the delicate ivy embroidery, he looked down at the garden, which was still fully submerged in the darkness.
Even the slightly white sky before dawn causes a light-sensitive Licht. But Fernan never awakens until the dawn is complete. Surprisingly, the morning seems to be weak, and I wake up and do not let go of the pillow for a while. At that time, he seems to be much younger than himself, and Lihit secretly feels superiority.
Licht screamed in a small laugh at Fernand, who was still trying to get up on this day, and shook him holding his pillow, lying down on his face. Fernand is asking me to wake me up if I wake up first.
"Why are you sleepy, but want me to wake you up?"
"If you don't wake me up, you'll go somewhere while I'm asleep."
Licht was confused and squinted. The flowerbed was in the garden, not "where", and I also guided Fernand about the location of the flowerbed. Fernand seems to be the same because he goes to work by himself every day, and Licht goes to the flowerbed by himself.
But Fernand shook his head loosely, laughing quietly, scratching his loosely-raised hair.
"I have to put up with it if I can't see it. Give up the bad luck caught by such a bound man."
When Fernand finally got out of bed, he wore a gown and grabbed the confused hand of Lihit. When I came to the next room with my connected hand pulled, breakfast was already prepared there.
"Let's eat a lot. Which jam should I use today? The cowberry looks red and looks delicious, yeah, let's do this."
Fernand, with his sleepy face, smeared bread with jam and put it on the plate in front of Licht.
"Oh yeah, maybe an egg is good. Look, fluffy omelette is steaming."
Fernand lifted the silvery cloche and quickly moved the omelet plate to the side of the pan without waiting for Licht's reply.
"Well, I wonder if my prince can eat it myself. Or I have to give it to him."
With his cheeks looking into his face, Licht pulled his chin, holding his heart.
"Okay, you can eat it yourself"
"Hmm, I don't care either."
Thus, every morning Fernand takes care of Lithit, who has a thin diet. Lihit wants to eat a lot because he wants to see his joyful face, but this is the only way he can accept it. Licht seems to have an unbalanced diet, but there was a big problem behind it.
"Delicious?"
"...Yup"
When asked by Fernand, Licht mutters slowly and mutters. The jam clung to my mouth and was kind of sick. It has a strong and sweet taste, but it's somewhat vague and I don't know the taste. The omelet was my favorite among the foods because it was soft and didn't have a bad throat. The subtle sweetness does not feel unpleasant.
I tried my best, but when I eat half of it, the speed at which I take it becomes extremely slow. It is in such a state that the body does not accept it, and I do not know what to do to Rihit.
"Is it okay, I'll have this."
"Ah..."
Fernand grabbed Licht's handful of half-eaten bread and, contrary to his elegant demeanor, ate the rest of the pieces with a quick grab. After that, the half-eaten omelet is also flattened with just a lid. At the end of the day, I drank down the cold tea and took a breath, and stood up while elegantly wiping my mouth with a napkin.
"You're drinking tea slowly. I'll let Miri bring some fruit water later."
"Sorry...I can't eat much."
I was so sorry to have Fernand eat what I couldn't eat every breakfast. I was also worried whether he would have enough leftovers from Licht.
"I don't apologize, because I deliberately set aside what you can't eat. If you don't, my breakfast will be gone."
Fernand, who set himself up in no time, patted Licht's head with his white gloved hands as he left the room.
"Keep me a good boy today. As always, eat dinner first. Let's have tea again at night."
Licht felt relieved to see Fernand's back as he stood with his cloak on his shoulder. Fernand wasn't angry, and he had only one lunch and dinner, so he only had to eat a little. First, let's change clothes and go to the flowerbed. Lihit left the table brightly.
Fernand, who came to the office, chased to the edge without looking at the stack of documents on his desk, put his feet on it and sank himself in a leather chair.
"The documents are urgent."
"It wouldn't be so urgent if there were no complaints after leaving it for three days."
His subordinate Colonel Brandle sighed deeply. Knowing that the complaints and wrinkles will come to my subordinate, it is bad because it is this word. Perhaps it is implicitly accused of "Do not hand over document work here", but even this is reviewing the business system and reducing it to less than half of the past. However, in this situation, it seems that they definitely want further improvement. Brundle sighed and offered him his file instead.
"At least please read the material for the next military conference."
"From what time"
"Today is 11am"
"I don't have lunch together"
"Oh, do you have a plan?"
"No, I'm going to eat at the cafeteria."
Brundle frowned at his boss with a cheerful face and a cheek. I know I'm in a bad mood, but I can't think of a reason. Perhaps a small winged mate is involved. Suddenly speaking, the suspicions turned into conviction.
"...Taste disorder?"
"It's just that the food is thin. It's no wonder that you don't like what you eat if it doesn't taste good."
Fernand closed his eyes as he thoughtfully, squeezing his back and putting his hands behind his head.
"Unlike congenital taste blindness, it seems to be cured with proper treatment."
"That was what it was!"
"But the current treatment isn't very effective. So I'm looking for a specialist doctor. Is there anyone you know?"
"Is it a doctor who is familiar with taste disorders... I haven't really thought about it, so I'll soon see."
"I didn't even think of taste disorders until I realized his condition."
Fernand lowered his feet on the desk and stood up with his cloak in his hand.
"Because I have time until the meeting, I sweat a little."
"Then, I think that Maj. Gen. Noghans, who had recently returned to the training area, is appearing."
"I heard that was good. It seems that I can enjoy handing it for the first time in six months."
Fernand walked out of his office lightly, and Brundle turned to a bunch of unfinished documents that seemed to give up.
The smelting ground located north of the royal palace had many soldiers and knights already there as the sun rose. Fernand made an appearance at the office for the moment and met an old friend of mine.
"Can you request a match?"
"I want it"
It's always like this with Maj. Gen. Noghans, who Fernand is a reluctant friend. At least words can understand each other's thoughts and feelings, and some horses also fit. Almost every night when he stayed at the royal palace, he used to drink it because his taste was similar.
Noaghans is slender and tall, with long, deep brunette hair tied sideways together with gold clasps, according to the customs of his native northern minority, Lakesia. The neat features, combined with the sharp eyes, give the impression that it is cold and unpopular, but once you open your mouth, the friendly personality that oozes out from the edges of the words was popular with people inside and outside the royal palace. ..
"How about a drink tonight after a long time. I got a good drink."
"Is it okay? Leave the wife behind"
Fernand's sword handling was momentarily delayed by an unexpected turnaround from Noaghans. I was struck by that gap and almost struck by the sword.
"I don't care."
"No, the current blow worked. Where did you hear that?"
"Your Majesty. I complained that I couldn't see your spouse since I was married."
As Noghans pulled his sword in time, he gave a meaningful smile to his disgusting, distorted face.
"Well, the rest of the story is tonight. I'm also interested in his wife."