545 456. My brother-in-law teaches.

"Dear Brother,

Tantantan, and Steele turned quietly to Tiara's voice as she rushed to her early feet.

"Tiara.... Long time no see.

It's only been a few days since I've seen him, but I can't help thinking it's been a long time. When Style returned it with a calm voice, he left the spot to the guards and squire, turning his body towards Tiara.

"Brother! Your sister is... why..."

Grabbing Style's clothes with a small hand and looking up with a desperate look. The eyes were already moistened with tears as if after crying. The color of the agitation is also intense, and the complexion turns blue with every overlap of words.

Behind the style was the door to Pride's room. But now it's open. There are many castle people in Pride's room who pack their bags and carry them out. And Pride himself... is not here.

"How come you don't have a sister? Why did you pack your room? Where the hell are you? What happened to your sister?!

It was only in the morning that Tiara, who had been hanging around the room most of the time, noticed an anomaly in Pride's room.

I heard a lot of guards go out, and if I tried to leave the room, they told me it was dangerous and I couldn't let them out. Even after the noise has settled, it continues, and when we are finally allowed to leave, we are in the middle of getting our luggage out of Pride's room. What's more, it's my brother Style who's skipping that instruction. There was no reason not to be surprised.

To Tiara's natural reaction, Stile, who looked spicy, gently placed his hands on her shoulder. "Calm down," she said, making sure Tiara grabbed her own chest clothes all the way through her crying face and endured, then Style opened her mouth.

"Sister,... you are to be transferred to the tower of separation. I'm talking to my mothers now.......... It's okay, you're safe.

Tiara was a little relieved by the word that Pride was safe, but she couldn't hide her confusion at the fact that Pride was in the tower of separation.

Before this, he said that he had been placed under house arrest in his room, but he was already transferred to a tower away from home. "What the hell... what...?" To Tiara, who clogged the words, "Style looked around. Here I toured my thoughts on what was too difficult to say, and after making sure that the loading was proceeding without delay, I conveyed a word and then moved the place with Tiara.

After going to Tiara's room and letting the samurai out once, Style finally explained one of the Vals to Tiara.

"... Chemetho, Cefek... Vaal is... where?"

More blood disappeared from Tiara's complexion to the story that the two were about to be killed by Val.

Grab Stile's clothes again with her blue face and sue. Now even for Tiara, Chemetho and Sefek are like siblings, and Val was also quite close to Tiara through her secret learning. "Are you okay? Where are you?" she told Tiara, stuffed in tears, the style shouting out loud, "I'm fine."

"I'm fine, none of the three of them were hurt much. Now,... Prince Leon is hiding behind closed doors in the castle.

Tiara sat on the floor like her hips had fallen off, to the style she said with a pause, never telling anyone. "Good......" while I was also sincerely relieved, this time twitching and gray despair strikes her.

"What happens to your sister...?

As soon as I put it into words, now it was her golden eyes that moistened, causing Shizuku to accumulate at the tip of her lashes without stopping.

The body that should have relieved me shivers into small pieces again.

Style, kneeling on one knee to the collapsed tiara and supporting her shoulder, responded briefly, "I can't say clearly" to her question.

"What about you?... I was badly distorted in just one night. But that man is definitely our sister, you. Investigations are now under way in the upper management as well. Mothers are desperate to teach you."

"What if.... what if your sister stays like this forever?

Tiara's words, unleashed to block Style's words, left only a sense of despair that suddenly sank to the bottom of the well.

Style lost words to words that were too realistic and, above all, desperate. His hands and feet trembled unnaturally, shaking his head hard where he was likely to be drunk by discomfort and deceiving. Tiara is pointing her crystal-like round eyes straight at the style. That's not true, and Style lay her eyes down unexpectedly at the look she seemed to want.

"... sister. What you always said, for the good of the country, for the good of the people.... Your brother won't abandon your sister, will he?

If I turned my attention to the words, I could see my face revealing a terrible wolf in Tiara's golden eyes. When Style missed his throat, he tried to clog it and finally gave it back "naturally" absurdly. That way Tiara would say, "Hey! to get your sister back to normal as soon as possible," the moment I raised my voice

"I might not go back..."

... stretched out to scream intolerably.

Tiara relieved herself with a big blink in her tongue. The moist tears stopped once and only the overflowing portion conveyed the cheeks.

"Liar," the small grunted word can play puffy like a bubble. Tiara doesn't move as if she saw a tragic scene in front of her. Style grabbed Tiara's shoulder with both hands, regretting that she couldn't bear to see Tiara relieved for the first time. My chest ached the most to tell Tiara, my sister, the words that I have explained many times before to those associated with Pride.

The body held against the style tilted as it was, and Tiara still couldn't speak the words well in obscurity. "Lie, why, because, you know, it should be," and no more comes out spinning the deniable word.

"I don't even know what caused it... I'm not even sick! My mother and I are desperately trying to face that person right now... but... our words can't reach you..."

A ripping voice echoes into the room.

My hands trembled badly holding Tiara, and I meditated my eyes strongly to hold down what I was going to put in. The intention was to comfort Tiara, but if she noticed, Stayle realized what she was telling herself, and her arms were unnecessarily strengthened.

For a few minutes, as I kept holding Tiara relieved, suddenly she whispered "no" and another small word into Style's ear. Tiara, who put her hand on Style's shoulder like she had finally gained the strength of her hands and feet, put her strength to peel from herself and woke up to peek into her brother's face.

"No... I'm sure there's still some way............... eh.......... your sister's place is gone, just ha...

As soon as I ran out of those words, it was now from Tiara's eyes that the tears grew large and overflowed.

Before Style returned the words, from Tiara, who cried out like a weir cut, only one sound sounded high and trembled. Ahhh... and all I could hear was the sound I caught from my throat, and I pressed my face against the chest of the style in front of me. Style hugs Tiara hard as she feels her clothes get hot and damp. I couldn't let go of any more words to Tiara, who kept filling me with tears as if she were crying on my behalf.

There's no way.

"Most of his places have already been shredded."

From the country to the castle, from the castle to the private room. Tower away from your own room.

Twitching and pride were losing their place. The tower of separation rarely even sees people through windows as before. It's the edge of the castle where you don't stop except for guards on watch. Now we are insisting that it is a disease for the people and other countries, but we do not know when that will work either.

I could have hidden it if it wasn't in front of the public that I fell, but I can't do that either.

Hundreds out of a hundred people would disgust if they met their current pride, and the majority of them would be wounded in the mind or body.

Rosa herself, a queen trying to coach her current pride at least, but it was also clear that she had not reached the heart of pride at all. No matter how angry I told him, Pride was flat out, not even willing to try again.

No longer can I feel any hope at all for my pride as heir to the First Throne. The man in the castle who saw that appearance had a hunch of a future as hopeless as a lie until a week earlier.

Second heir to the throne, leave Tiara.