Isekai Trip no Wakiyaku datta Ken

Mr. Zelarc is the third prince of the Graciad Nation.

So, as a royalty, it's not strange to have a political marriage for the country.

But I was relieved to hear Mr. Zeralk's reputation for 'not one floating rumor', and I was terribly upset to hear Mr. Zeralk's marriage story.

The royal people were also bewildered by the sudden peace negotiations from the forceful enemy countries and apparently could not afford to interact soothingly with me.

"I'm sorry, but I'm a little tired, so I'd like to give you a break in the room. I want this to continue at a later date."

In a strong tone I dared to stretch my spine as I grabbed my left hand and ask for the suspension of the talks, which I had almost just introduced myself, the king bowed his head gently, "Lord Ayame, I am sorry, but let me sweeten you". You seem to have noticed that I made the offer with care.

Zelalk, send Lord Ayame to his room.

"Ayame, are you okay? You look pale."

"I can walk alone," I said, avoiding Mr. Zelalk's hand, stretched out with a worried face.

"Isn't there a lot we need to discuss? I'll have someone else take me to my room, wow!

Mr. Zelalk caught me slowly approaching, and the princess held me.

"Taking care of Ayame is a top priority over anything else"

"Say that.... Mr. Zelalk's, your daughter-in-law's, we're talking, right?

For some reason it made my voice harder to speak and I was about to flip, but I managed to keep it down and say it.

"I don't care about me, whoa, whoa, whoa"

As Mr. Zeralk thrust into the door, he raised his voice and Mr. Keel opened the door and waved, "There you go," at an exquisite time, like a pair of cakes. As it was, I was taken to my room by Mr. Zelalk, who walked wide in the royal palace with long legs.

"Ayame,"

When I was brought down to bed with my throat, Mr. Zelalk came covered, so he said, "Close! Close!" he tried to push his thick chest away.

but i still just finished rubbing my chest.

Too much muscle!

"You'd be surprised at the sudden, but me and you are one another connected by the Eureiral Flower Oath. Whatever it is, I'll protect you in my place, and the feeling that I care about you the most won't change forever."

"Mr. Zeralk......"

"Ayame. We met fatally. And since you saved my life, it's been my rule to live for you alone. Sure, we're guys. But beyond gender, I care about you, and your desire to continue to protect you so that you can live with a smile for the rest of your life is real. In the name of Zeralk Ashley Graciad, I swear by the flowers of Eureiral, I will live for you"

At close range, he is about to be sucked into his eyes glowing in a deep noble purple color.

There was a light of truth there.

But.

And I closed my eyes, and wept.

"Mr. Zeralk. I appreciate your feelings. But..."

I'm sorry, Mr. Zelalk.

She's not cute, I'm really sorry.

"I'm really a woman!" And I'm so sorry I couldn't jump into that chest!

"You are the third prince of this country. As the royal family of the Graciad nation, you have a responsibility to protect your people"

"It's..."

"Once this peace treaty is concluded, the war will end. No one has to fight anymore. No one gets hurt or loses their lives."

As I lay in bed, I wrapped Mr. Zelalk's cheek with my hands.

"You are the 'Graciad's Fierce Eagle'. A proud samurai. I am very pleased with your feelings, Mr. Zeralk, but I want you to live like you. I have to go back to my hometown, and I can't stay with you forever."

"... here's what Ayame says when she says there are Eureiral flowers blooming and we have to be separated?

Mr. Zelalk took my left hand off his cheek and mouthed it on a flower blooming in the palm of his hand.

"Yes, because we... aren't we men? The Eureiral flower means something normal… I'm sure it's not."

My chest hurts so much that I say, 'No! No, you're not!' He was screaming.

It's painful.

I can't breathe. I can't breathe.

Why do you have such a chest ache when you think about leaving with Mr. Zelalk you just met?

Your whole body refuses to leave?

But I said, twisting my heart with spiritual strength.

"... I guess I'm tired of traveling. Can you leave me alone 'cause I want a little rest? Mr. Zelalk, come out to the meeting, it's gonna be so sweet."

"Ayame, your voice is trembling."

"It's because of my tiredness! Look, I'm not a child, so I can rest alone. Oh, why don't you let Jeanna make you some tea and take your time. Yeah, let's do that."

I slid through Mr. Zelalk's arms and went down from bed, ringing the bell to call the maid.

"Come on, Zeralk Ashley Graciad, do your part!

Then Mr. Zelalk looked at me with terribly sharp eyes, and as he came out of bed quickly he caught me.

"Hey, stop,"

"... please, just now..."

Mr. Zelalk suddenly embraced me and I stopped moving when I heard his low voice.

"Mr. Zeralk?

"Ayame, my feelings don't change. But if Ayame wants..."

Good afternoon, and the door knocked. It's Jaana.

Mr. Zelalk let go of his body. And he shot me through with his strong, shining eyes.

"I'll live a life you can be proud of."

He left me standing on the spot, replacing Jeana properly, and leaving the room.

"Ayame, have some tea. It's in a soothing cup of tea."

"Thanks"

Drink the tea that my attentive samurai, Jeana, brewed for me.

I still don't have enough training to be distracted by feelings.

I saw my left hand wearing gloves again.

Will Mr Zelalk be offering the Eureiral flowers to the princess of the Keshtail Country?

Will new flowers bloom then?

If I imagine Mr. Zeralk handing Eureiral flowers to a woman I don't know yet, I'm about to spill tears again.

Akan.

At times like this, it's best to put up with crying.

If you cry, cry tight!

And then, laugh!

That's the way a woman lives!

Sort of like an opera, but that's what my mother and I grew up with.

"Jeana, I want to take a bath!

"I understand!

Jeanna also gave me a temperamental reply to my temperamental voice.

Come on, I'll take a bath and cry!