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After a glimpse with His Majesty, I was to be annoyed by self-loathing. My father and mother have not said anything to me, nor have I taken a meal, and they are soothing me.

Tears fell on her cheeks and potpourries, wetting her bed sheet.

Why did you sign...?

Of course, there was nothing else to sign on that occasion. silent pressure from the Chancellor. At the end of the day, your father shook his head to the side without saying anything either.

… Maybe I can't do it anymore.

Maybe I can't be Your Highness's fiancée.

I don't want to accept myself.

And myself, who I understand has to accept.

The target is the Virgin and His Majesty.

Because I don't have enough power to fight the Virgin.

"Nyer."

"Cro... Yeah, it's okay, it's okay."

When I got home, Cro, who had been on my side for so long, jumped on the bed and looked worried into my face.

It's okay, it's okay.

Chanting like a spell never heals chest pain. On the contrary, because I still think of His Highness and tears overflow again.

"I don't know what to do."

"Nha."

"Because I like it. … about His Highness."

I like it.

I just think so, it's pouring and tears all over again, and even wiping it with my hands will overflow again.

I don't go with a single piece of muscle, even where I twisted it.

And those warm, big hands.

Staring at him, he blushed his cheeks slightly and narrowed his eyes, "What's up?" And a voice that listens gently.

unexpectedly corny and changing eye glow too.

… before I knew it, I liked it so much.

That's why it's so painful right now.

Your whole body screams so that your chest is tightened.

The future that already stands next to His Highness has been interrupted.

Just thinking so, I'm attacked by despair.

Would it have been nice if I hadn't liked it the first time?

That way, did I not have to think of this?

… but can you do that?

Are you sure you don't want to spend your days with your Highness?

I ask myself yes, but the only answer is no.

If so.

I wonder what I shouldn't have done.

After all, is it because of the mistakes I made in my past?

Or was there not enough atonement for the Virgin?

In rooms where there is no light, only the moonlight with the curtains open carries a slight light.

Even the glow of the moon floating in its pitch-black reminds me of His Highness's hair colour and of His Highness's presence everywhere in me.

"I can't believe there wasn't one."

Still, I ended it.

Only emptiness made a hole in my heart with pockness.

At that time.

Concon, and I heard a modest knock on the door. Gently wipe both eyes with the back of your right hand and take a small, deep breath and say yes.

Sarah, who came in with the words "excuse me," looks at me at a glance and distorts her face like she's hurt.

… you still look terrible.

"Um, ma'am.

My husband told me to give this letter to your daughter. "

"Letter?"

"Yes. Um..."

Sarah opened her mouth but caged her mouth because she didn't seem to know what to say. Approximately, you're thinking about whether to say a word of comfort to my appearance.

"Sarah, I'm fine. I'll call you at the bell if you need anything.

… well, can I just ask for a snack after a while?

"Yes!

Put a conscious smile on your face in the guise of calm. I'm sure you're not laughing well, and you're telling Sarah things like that in my heart.

I dare not say anything on it. I felt such kindness from Sarah.

Even your father and mother do. I'm sure they're both heartbroken. Still, you dare leave me alone. That feeling alone makes me feel saved right now.

"Now if you'll excuse me," Sarah said, leaving the room.

All that remained was this letter made of white fine paper with no sender. Grab the letter and get out of bed and head to your desk.

Turn on a desk light made of demonic stone and open the paper knife in your hand.

And when I opened the note that was inside, I opened my eyes to the extreme to my surprise.

"Your Highness... Your Highness."

The tears that I should have put away again fall into a Shizuku note. Then the letters written by His Highness spread one letter, a black stain.

I try to calm my impatience, but it doesn't go well. Follow in turn the letters marked Guisseri across the three sheets.

Beginning with a greeting, an apology to His Majesty for summoning me, for having been in this state.

And it was a powerful saying: 'I want you to wait because I will always do something with my own hands'.

I couldn't do anything about this to His Highness. Whatever you say, Your Majesty is involved.

No one in this country has the power to say no.

Still, Your Highness should have tried to do something about it. To the best of his ability.

How about yourself, though?

Your Highness has always protected me.

Even this time, I have a problem with myself not having the power to confront the Virgin.

The Virgin deserves a princess more than I do. … His Majesty decided so.

The power that I have, etc. is now just the family.

And that I made a covenant with the Spirit of Darkness.

At my feet. Now I look out for Chro, who is obsessed with chasing the ball. He is touching the ball with the chong chong on his forefoot.

I feel the expression that was solidifying soothes a little and the mouth angle rises naturally.

Dark Spirit, huh?

I don't even know the mystery.

Besides, I don't know why I was able to make a deal with Crowe.

I just can't say that what I signed with Crowe or the housework is my power.

It's not the result of my move and desperate manipulation.

Treating the letter from His Highness dearly to an envelope, I put it in the top drawer.

Then we head to the wagon that Sarah left with the letter earlier.

Wash your face with the washer water placed there and wipe with a towel.

Then, the lucidity emerges, as if only a few gloomy feelings had gone somewhere earlier.

We must not leave it to His Highness forever.

I don't know what the engagement will be.

No matter how His Highness moves as it is now, it is really likely to dissolve as it is.

Still, His Highness is trying not to hear His Majesty's words. I'm sure there's some way, or is it already working?

I guess I have some idea.

If so, what do I do?

What can you say to a person who just grieves?

Standing next to His Highness, the future. It is not a seat given to those who just wait. Anyway, that seat is no longer what I should be sitting in.

This is my weakness. I woke up again at the age of fifteen and then made it good to give up. And my weakness for just accepting everything and not doing anything to resist it.

Let's change, that's how I've acted so far. That makes it completely different now.

But I still can't do it.

Last one. Fear trapped deep inside.

Face it, I feel it's strength now.

His Highness is so trying to change it with his own hands.

You don't beat her.

You can't beat yourself.

Whatever the outcome, strength to resist.

Power for that.

I guess the time has come to face it.