61 [22] Two-year-old

"Do it!!

"Oh, hey, where are you?"

"Nothing, whoa, whoa, whoa"

"Oh, my God! ……

... the absence of Berta stood out in the rear palace around that time.

"Your mother went to work."

"If the prince makes a good boy, he'll be home soon."

The little tyrant was causing so much trouble around him, but most importantly, he himself was in the most trouble.

Louis understands a lot more as a child than the adults think.

So Louis also knows what the women say is a lie.

I don't know what "every" is, and I don't know why my mother's gone. My mother just didn't come back yesterday, and she still hasn't come back today.

"Your mother is far away."

"Still?"

Far away? Where is my mother? I'm not in my usual place. Outside your room, Louis is always left when my mother leaves this palace.

"... how is Prince Louis?

"Look outside. I'm waiting for Berta today."

For the first few days, my mother panicked if Louis cried and thought she would come back and hug me with a face she didn't seem to have a choice.

The next few days, I suspect my mother really won't be back and I won't see her forever.

"What to say. I'm never tired of it."

"Yeah. I was just wondering if it would distract me a little bit more."

Whether Louis grumbled or cried, the fact that the ladies were gentler and less angry than usual also fuelled his anxiety. Louis was sensitive that his mother's absence was of a different kind.

There were now only two categories of human beings in his world, one mother or the other.

(Oh, come on.)

of toddlers. That was not a desire that could be substituted with something else.

It's just my mother.

Everything else is fake.

Just because he can't wait to say he doesn't have a admirable presence by his side, Louis is savoring the meticulous comfort of being abandoned by everything in the world.

"I can't help it. It's the craziest time of year, because I think I'm going to miss your mother."

"I can't ask Berta to come back soon."

As I waited for my return, my nanny's hand gently held Louis, who suddenly became sad again and cried out.

"Prince. Oh, poor thing. You miss your mother."

The nanny also blushed her eyes as if they were in tune with Louis. The nanny is Louis' understander, and she understands how Louis feels. Louis cried more with the nanny as she was comforted by her nanny.

"Your mother must miss the prince, too. Mother must return at once."

But Louis knows that the nanny's word is a lie.

"Oh no. Hey, hey, hey, hey. You're not coming back?

The nanny nodded at Louis' words.

"Your mother has to work hard. Your mother works hard for Prince Louis."

"Oh, come on, you want to go back?

Do you really want to come home?

I was talking to my nanny and Louis noticed one new thing.

- Isn't my mother coming home, she can't?

"Of course. Your mother would like to see the Prince soon."

Oh, my God.

Then even if Louis just waits, won't he ever see his mother?

Louis was surprised by the new facts, and beaten down.

Wanting to see Louis, is my mother waiting for Louis somewhere at this moment as well?

The sight of my mother leaving over and over again, looking back, could not be kept in mind for long in Louis' little brain.

What would my mother have looked like then? Louis was particularly confident in the wrong direction, not to mention the impatience of forgetting her mother's face.

(Oh, my God. … on the contrary, go)

He made up his mind in time. - If I don't find my mother and bring her back.

Louis is going to find my mother.

It was on the way home that the emergency report arrived on the line of inspection at dusk.

At the end of the entire schedule of the visit to Mesaro, the return journey of a few days to the Wang capital was already over. It was around the time Harold and Berta were being briefed by the head of the line that they would be able to reach the Royal Palace by night.

Your Majesty, this is an expedition from the royal palace.

A Kingsguard, who was side-by-side near the carriage, raised an almost stiff voice. Harold responds faster than Berta understands the situation.

"Stop the carriage."

I took a far-sighted look at the rush to run a fast horse in a shitty way, and the action from then on was swift.

The king and his wife got off the carriage once on the side of the street. Once in a while, the escort solidifies his surroundings and spreads noise all over the line.

The hurry, which ran in out of breath, went down the horse and knelt quite close to the carriage before obtaining forgiveness, as it represented an inner news.

"- My pleasure. After noon today, I don't see Prince Louis in the rear palace. We've been searching for a few minutes."

"What? Louis? He's gone!?

The report, for one line, was exactly water in the sleeping ear.

"... what do you mean? You must be in the rear palace, there's nothing you can do to get Louis out."

The hurry itself didn't seem to know much about the situation and just thanked Berta for the stuffing.

"I was in Her Royal Highness's palace until about noon today, but I can't see you in the gap where the lady slightly turned away."

"Kidnapping? The casework is, oh already, Emma, what was Johanna doing!

"What was the guard doing? You would have shut down the rear palace entry and exit immediately."

Harold's voice sounds low and pointless from behind Berta, where the hurry lurked his voice and could not afford to care about his surroundings.

"The chief of guards was immediately informed by the woman officer, and the chief of guards responded."

"Oh, then it would be working fine.... and yet why can't I find a few moments? What were you doing?"

There is no mistake that Harold is also confused in Harold, so the haste becomes bluer and bluer packed by kings and queens respectively.

"Your Majesty! I will return with a horse, it is my pleasure"

Berta even now begins to look with her eyes for a small horse that she can easily ride, trying to take the horse away from the escort.

Harold pulled such Berta's hand.

"I'll be back, too. It's quicker to get on this side, you too."

It is true that Berta is a woman's plain clothes, albeit a travel outfit, and horseback riding unfamiliar with this outfit will not give her a great deal of haste.

Anyway, I wanted to go back as soon as possible, and she gets held up by him and pushed up on the horse while Harold pulls her hand without asking her any extra questions.

"Follow only nearby escorts! Everyone else move the line a little late."

"Yes, sir."

"Sergio, I asked for the rest. Deceive me well."

"Ha."

To put it, Harold gave the escort prior instructions to run the horse with Berta on it.