It Seems like He Is Trash According to the Rumors.

Something's wrong with our king.

Elle, who spent days all night forcing himself to clean up his work and make time, should have gone on a fun date with the princess yesterday.

But the crease between his eyebrows in the office was engraved and his expression didn't clear.

I was so floating until the day before.

Even like this when I went home to Hardist yesterday at dinner and when I rested, I was so worried that I could no longer remove the crease between my eyebrows.

If so, I can't help but feel sorry for Elle, even though he's younger than me.

"Weren't you having fun yesterday?

"Fun and all that has nothing to do with it. I just wanted her to touch the people of the Territory and feel confident."

"Yes, yes, so? Something must have happened."

Looking closely at Elle, who had placed his pen with a surprising look on his mind, he lowered his eyes as he deepened the crease between his brows.

Well, I guess the purpose was actually, but still, Elle looked forward to it.

Or it was floating.

"... Altenrich was with me"

......... oh, sorry about that.

I shook my shoulders with gibberish and appropriately replied.

It would have been different again if I handed the letter around Claude appropriately and waited for a response, but I miss sticking around and talked to him in person, so, you know, my belly-black brother found me.

That brother looks seriously bad.

Because I'm afraid of smiling.

My eyes are sitting there. I don't really want to get involved.

No, but if I normally waited for a response, they might have said no...

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"No... I thought this would happen at the time Altenrich was coming here.... just"

"Just?"

said Elle, slowly opening the lying amethyst and looking extremely serious.

"... aren't those two too close?

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................................. Huh? Like that?

"... that's just two sisters and brothers, and that's not it"

"Really? Much different from me and Victor."

"Well, you do.

Don't join the royal family in a complicated and difficult relationship. "

Although Victor Lake and Elle are very close, it is difficult to interact freely because of the troublesome surrounding environment.

When they move, it moves around and there's a wave of wind.

Well, I think I'm usually close with my brother and sister, too.

... Well, don't be afraid of my brother like that.

"... well. You did have a sister, too.

Is it normal to stroke your cheeks or keep your hands around your hips all the time... "

..................... yeah?

"No, that's not normal."

If I do that to that ready-to-hand sister, she's going to beat me until I can't stand up. I mean, I don't even want to touch it, it's disgusting.

…………………

"... Huh? What, those two were doing that"

"Flat. It's like you didn't care.

The inhabitants of Izorte also seemed to normally think of themselves as lovers.

I wonder if they think we're fiancées of relatives, not sisters and brothers "

Um, brother...!

I'm talking about that guy who looks black on the stomach and doesn't have a good personality.

I'm sure he did it on purpose to make it look like Elle.

Good for you. It works great. It's the equivalent of our king.

Seems unconscious though.

Or...

"You think, actually, don't you? Umph."

Or. And I shut my mouth all the time.

Because there were more wrinkles between Elle's eyebrows.

My eyes are too sharp. I'm scared of my eyes.

I thought it was gone, but it's too late.

"... because he's really my cousin."

"... no, no, no, no, but Lord Rufus will never forgive me, it's okay, it's okay! Nah!"

"... I'm fine. It's none of my business."

Then don't look at me like that, don't look at me like that!

I'd say that to our stupid king with a rugged face, but he's unconscious for some reason.

For some reason, I have no idea what that means, but for some reason, I'm unconscious.

I tried to pursue it some way, but I'm tired of Elle not admitting it so hard that I've already given up on it lately.

Ma, you'll notice for yourself someday.

I hope you won't regret it then.

"... well, good luck"

………… What? "

One more wrinkle between Elle's eyebrows when she slapped him on the shoulder.