728 590. The heir had a dream.

"... Gu, ahhhhhhh...

... who...? Who's crying...?

"Oh? Style, you're back early. You went right back to not finding it as ordered, great.

... a boy crying and a girl laughing with a scary face.

The more painful my chest is just watching, the more spicy the boy seems. The girl is very, very scared just to look at.... Yet I don't know what face it looks like. It's like it's been painted black. In black.

Cry, a girl laughs at a boy poking a knife at her.

I can't help but be stupid, say incredible things, say a lot of scary things, and be scared and scared.

"Bye, good night, Style. Wash away the blood of that filthy common woman by tomorrow's birthday.

Scary.

Why are you saying such a terrible thing? The boy is crying so much.

The boy cried all the time even after the girl was gone. He fisted the ground and cried like a bark. It's so hard, sad, I want to reach out but I can't reach out.

I can't even speak up just because I can see.

─... I'm sorry.

A crying boy, like a wounded beast.

Lie down on the ground, raise your voice and cry. I tremble all over my body, even my tears are like roaring.

─ I can't do anything, I'm sorry.

I want to hug that back.

Even if I can't help you, I want to cry with you.

Listen to me, I want to suffer with you.

I want to tell him that he's not alone, that he's smaller and crying as if the world left him alone. I want to be with you, I want to help, I want to help.

Yet you can't reach my voice, my hands or anything.

The boy, who had always been left behind, was just crying out loud until his throat withered.

─ I'm sorry I couldn't help you.....................

Please, if you dream, I think you should wake up soon.

I don't want to have this scary, sad dream.

May this sad thing not be real.

Please, I'm crying. May this not happen to him.

Please, tell him.

Before this, this hard and sad thing happens.

Before he was forced to make such a sad choice.

Please, please... Somebody, give that kid that.

Tell him, give him.

……

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"Good morning, Dear Tiara.

... I wake up with the sound of the curtains the samurai opens, as usual.

When I opened my eyes with a fluffy head, there were tears accumulating in my eyes.

I rub my eyes with my hands and... realize I'm not happy at all. Good morning and blurring as I greeted her back, my nanny Chelsea peered into my face looking a little worried.

"You seemed to be stuck today, but... did you even dream of being scared?

Scary dreams......

Well, I realize I had a scary dream. Because of this, I wanted to dream of five princes.

... Strange dreams. It's not like a dream I forget as soon as it happens like before. It bounced properly as soon as I touched it like a big, swollen bubble, and it disappeared without even leaving a contour.

"Probably," he replies to Chelsea, rubbing his eyes again.

You overshadowed last night, and I get embarrassed when you laugh. But that's all I forgive anymore when Chelsea caresses my head gently. "Today is tomorrow's final adjustment," he said, his chest bouncing at once.

My, sixth birthday.

I've always wanted to see you. The day I can see your sister and brother.

Whatever the hell he was like, getting out of bed for personal sake, I excitedly inflated my imagination for the tenth time now.