Volume 2, Act 14: Intermission 01: The Princes Close Friend Part 1
Say, Gille. Dilly might be coming to my next evening party, but will you come?
It was a fine afternoon when I asked Gille this question.
Gille blinked his eyes in surprise at my sudden question, but it seemed that he immediately understood what I was saying.
Its almost your birthday, isnt it Vernoux? Congrats.
Its still too early.
But its rare for Dilly to go out in public.
I heard that Countess Weltoria told mother that she would be bringing Dilly along with her. Earl Pameradia also has to agree, so I cant say for certain that shed come. Well, even if Dilly doesnt come, I thought that Prince Sylvesterwould come incognito.
I said that and Gille laughed, Its still too early to talk about it, but thanks.
He was laughing, but he was probably a little nervous. This was his first chance to appear in front of Cordelia as Sylvester. Although I feel sorry for Gille, I dont think a conversation between Sylvesterand her would get lively. Because that was how much she has been avoiding him so far.
It would be better for Dilly to meet Gillebefore she meetsSylvester. She would probably be so dejected from meeting Sylvester that she wouldnt be able to talk much to Gille when she meets him, because of that tension. Well, thats only if she comes.
But, youre going to be 13 soon, arent you Vernoux. Im always jealous that your birthday comes so early.
Our birthdays arent that far apart.
I know. But, Im still a little bit jealous. Its not fair.
Even if he says its unfair, its not like I can do anything about it. Incidentally, hes never thought this way before. I cant agree with him. Ive never known whats on his mind since a long time ago, then I noticed.
. Speaking of, hasnt it been eight years since weve met?
Youre right.
Both Gille and I never noticed this and we both turned to face each other when wed realised. And we both began to mutter.
8 is like half our lives.
Somehow, it doesnt feel like it.
However, eight years for a 13 year old was a long time.
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I was five years old when I met Prince Sylvester.
Ill be honest, I never thought about wanting to go to the castle.
Of course, it wasnt like I wasnt interested in the castle, there was no way I wouldnt be interested in a building that was built like a large secret base. However, at that time, Id already known that mannerisms existed inside of the castle.
I wanted to explore it freely, but I didnt want to go if I had to be obedient and listen to what the adults said. The building was amazing and it was hard for me to hold back.
But heartlessly, a letter inviting me to the castle arrived. To summarize, it said this, You might be a candidate for the Princes schoolmate, so come.
My mother and father were happy.
I hope you can make a lot of friends, was how they acted, so I couldnt say that I didnt want to go.
But still, they were only calling for school friend candidates. It felt like it was just for appearances and something similar to an interview was conducted at first.
No matter how much they take your parentage into consideration, they would probably be troubled if they let a simpleton stay by the princes side.
At this time, I was lost for a moment.
I thought that, if I rubbed the other person the wrong way, then I might be able to get far away from this troublesome situation. Basically, I hated troublesome things. But, I immediately gave up on that plan.
Here, I got a strange answer and thought that it would also be troublesome if father and mother got angry at me when I got home. No, rather than be angry, I had a feeling that they would be strangely worried instead.
As a result, I successfully joined His Highness group of school friends. Of course, I wasnt happy at all about this.
The work of being his school friend happened once every few days, and I would study with His Highness and a few other children who were selected.
I somehow knew that this was a great honour. However, I, who was five at the time, didnt think that it was wonderful that my free time was suddenly restricted. Of course, adults would probably think of this as a chance to make personal connections, but unfortunately, I was still a child.
Moreover, I was the son of Marquis Flantheim, who created relationships based on whether he liked or disliked them and not through calculated means. There was no way I could devote myself to such a trivial thing Well, but I cant deny that I was happy to have a friend.
The classroom learning of the study sessions mainly consisted of debut training. The practical skills consisted of taijutsu, sword training, and basic magic practice Well, even if I say that, it took a few years for us to actually have those classes.
When we were younger, we played games together, commented on each others artworks, drew, and did things like exercise.
The first impression I got of His Highness was he seems very mature. He would often look up at the sky during our breaks. He was also meek. He didnt throw tantrums even if he lost against someone, and he rarely made conversation with others.
He was quite absent-minded.
On the other hand, I soon understood that he hated to lose. At first, His Highness would often lose in games and he wasnt very athletic. However, that was really just at the beginning.
I would observe His Highness in that way, but it didnt mean that I became friends with him straight away.
Huh? What a coincidence. Meeting in a place like this.
Your Highness.
There stood His Highness hugging the cat in question. The cat yawned.
I thought, I shouldnt have chased after the cat.
However, it was impossible for me to leave after His Highness had spoken to me. I was cursing the carefree cat.
Is that cat your pet, Your Highness?
Nope. This child is probably from town. He probably came here for a walk.
I, who couldnt think of any common topics to talk about straight away, talked about the cat who was the culprit for this.
The result was that the conversation ended immediately.
Do you like cats?
Huh? Im more interested in them than liking or disliking them.
Then, do you want to hold it?
N-no. I dont have to go that far
The conversation, which I thought had been finished, was dragged out by His Highness. But, I couldnt keep that conversation going either.
To be honest, it was strange. Just like answering a troublesome adult, who was scolding me, I could answer them sensibly, but I couldnt.
Was that simple because the other person is His Highness and I unintentionally cowered? No, that shouldnt be it. Its probably because I cant feel any malice nor hostility coming from His Highness.
His Highness smiled wryly at me, who could not answer well.
Im sorry, its boring isnt it?
No, Im grateful for your kindness.
No, Im not talking about now. Its about the study sessions Or rather the break times. You guys cant talk as you like when Im around, right?
I couldnt keep up with what he was talking about for a moment.
That is not true.
Thanks for your concern. But, I know about it. So, Im sorry.
I wonder if he saw it somewhere. It wasnt like I had no idea where he could have seen us. I talk comfortably with Myles while we walk through the corridors. In the first place, His Highness wasnt to blame, but if he was really feeling apologetic about it, then it was difficult for me to reply.
However, I also thought that I shouldnt just nod.
Your Highness. Everyone who is studying together with you, will one day serve as your retainers.
I know.
His Highness was puzzled by my sudden remark. I also thought, what are you saying, me. However, I couldnt stop what Ive already started.
Ah, it doesnt matter anymore, I thought and continued.
But, we dont know much about you, Your Highness. So, I have a suggestion. Why dont you treat everyone to some sweets tomorrow?
Treat them to sweets?
Its not like we dont want to talk with Your Highness. But, weve been taught that the Royal Family is different from us. Thats why I thought that it could be a chance for you to get everyone to feel that you are the same as us.
Honestly, even I thought that this was completely opposite from what I was thinking from a while ago. It wasnt inconvenient for things to stay as they were, and it wasnt like I wanted to talk with him.
However, I just didnt know if we should leave our classmates feeling apologetic for the distance.
His Highness groaned quietly at my words.
Will things work out with something like that?
I also thought the same thing. Its unbelievable that one or two sweets would shorten the distance that no one could approach at all in this past year. But, I just couldnt think of any other proposals on the spot.
Everyones simple-minded. Even now, we have been able to talk for this long because of a single cat.
Even if it doesnt work out, there was a possibility that things would progress rather than if he did nothing.
So itll be fine, I tried to convince myself. And at least, it would eliminate the situation where His Highness thought its my badwhen hes done nothing wrong.
Is that so? Then, Ill talk to mother about it.
If I had to say, it didnt look like His Highness was convinced about it. To put it plainly, it looked like I was pressuring him.
Translator: Blushy
Editor: SenjiQ