Yotogi no Kuni no Gekkouhime

"Then Princess, let's chill each other's heads a little. I will take a short stroll through this lush garden."

As he thanked the First Princess who remained indoors and closed the door behind his back, Milan-Helifalte, the first prince of Reiki of the Helifarte kingdom, sighed with a worrying look.

"It's a long and early night."

"…… Bear bee."

A short distance from the door stood a big man like a bear. I stretched my black hair clutterfully and my face was so full of mustaches that I assimilated it with my mochi. The blue dye kimono you are wearing has faded color for a long time and the hem is rubbed off. Modestly, I only look like a petite, beautiful floater, but on the back of that filthy kimono was an embroidery with a golden eagle that was only allowed to be attached to anything involving the royalty of the Helifarte kingdom.

"Because of this dinner party, the guest of honor and the first princess left early, and everyone is unhappy."

"The princess invited me directly. There's no way you're not going."

"No, no, what an envious story. Being awkward and pretty, I've never been dealt with in a clean place."

"I guess it's because you're all dressed up like that. Come on, remember to dress up."

"This is the dress of the land of the Awkward, it is a war outfit, it is in a dead suit. I stand to defend myself as a close proximity to the Prince, so if you can't be agile at any time"

The big man, called a bear bee, answered that without being evil.

This man floating from the outside, the bear bee, is not from the continent. He came from a foreign country that crossed the sea and called it martial arts training. Whatever you think, thirty seems to be past, but your age is no different than that of a prince.

No matter how small the kingdom of Arquila is, it is not acceptable for such a man to take part in a feast that will span the kingdom and take place in large part in the country. What makes it possible is a crest that is incompatible with dirty kimonos. With the ink of the Helifarte kingdom, other countries just have to shut up and obey.

"Did you say Princess Alye, or isn't she quite a beautiful daughter? So, how was the taste?

"Nothing like this. Suddenly they called me to my bedroom and said, 'Come on! Marry me! When they said," When they pushed me down, I thought they'd eat me to death. "

"Oh, my God, I'm not stopping by the sophisticated look, I'm very aggressive"

"Not so"

Prince Milan shook his clothes.

"That one doesn't want night games. I was trembling badly at the evidence."

"That's what I have in a prince who continues his journey of" Finding a Daughter ". Immediately after his journey he was only bewildered, but the rush of night warfare is also polished."

"Don't tear it up. Anyway, I didn't do that with her. Those are the eyes of those who don't want them, like they're being driven away by something."

"It's so solid. If you're awkward, your meal will be flat for now."

The bear grinned and stroked his chin. Though he spoke well to the prince, Bear Beech was a close friend to the prince, and at the same time he was his best friend. They are subordinate, but they are also good enemies as learners of martial arts.

"I'm going to the woods for a bit. Come on, I'm sick and tired of dinner parties with women like raptors after me."

"No, no! It's just not a good idea for the lead to escape!

"You do something about it. If I told you it was in the middle of night games with the princess, the other daughters would shut up."

Speaking in an unspoken tone, Milan went out into the garden and went straight into the woods. Every time I arrived in a new country, I was sick and tired of being asked to join the social community and take care of the outside world. If you don't breathe a little, you don't know when it will explode.

"How did this happen..."

Milan, complaining about one person, dared to split into cluttered bushes, barely cared for. It had been quite a while since he left his home country, but he had been pioneering the treatment of his journey as a "daughter-in-law hunt".

Unlike his luxurious father, known as the Lion King, Milan is an honorable son like his mother. He's eighteen years old this year, too. To him who became a young lion, the Father King gave an order. It is the life of a man who walks the continent and deepens his sight and ear. Milan was deeply in agreement with his father's belief that he could not do politics (or anything else) without knowing the grass.

Milan thus chose an incredibly crude carriage as the prince of a great power, taking a very small number of trusted men and embarking on a journey of national caricatures. With some anxiety and a curiosity to meet strangers, his mind jumped to a leap.

However, that expectation will be lightly smashed. To say that he snuck off in the form of patience doesn't change that he is the first prince of a great nation. And it was rare for any country to have the opportunity to see him like that.

No wonder the Prince of Milan arrived in every country, this held a massive welcoming party, and the royal nobility offered his prized daughter to the Prince. Above and beyond the incredible opportunity to gain the back shield of the great powers, the Prince himself is an excellent property without complaining. It was weirder not to.

The rumor spreads to countries, and the Prince's journey for training begins when he will be known as the "daughter-in-law hunt" and walk alone. Rumors come with tails and backs, but even more horns and fangs make him a monster that strikes the prince. Milan, forgetting his identity as a prince and wanting to caricature his country as a one-time traveller, was badly discouraged by this.

"... have you come a little too far back"

As I dug back into my unpleasant memories, I was lost in the woods. Even though the moonlight is illuminating me, it's dark around. If I move around any more, I get unnecessarily lost.

"Well, it could have been the other way around."

Milan laughs bitterly at the sigh mix. I have told the bear bees that I went into the woods, and even if the beast came out, I was confident enough to repel him with my bare fists. Above all, it would be an excuse not to go back to that farce if I said I was lost as a result of going into the woods to cool off the fire lights of my affair with the princess.

Thinking about it makes me feel really lighter, and Milan leans against a nearby tree. As I lay myself in the darkness of the night, I even come up with the ridiculous idea of abandoning the infamous name of the Holy Prince and the like and living as a wild man as ever. By then Milan had come to its present state of affairs.

―― ―― ――

"What?"

Unexpectedly, a beautiful voice rolling the bell reaches his ear in the wind. It looks like it belongs to a girl because of her vocal qualities, but she can't be in a place like this at this hour. Though he thinks it's an illusion, the prince moves forward to the sound of his voice.

- And I saw that.

"I... do you even dream?

The scenery was so fantastic that I accidentally groaned.

At the open place at the end of the bush, by a clean spring, a girl kneels (kneeling) to pray for something. Its unclean white magnetic body was wrapped in moonlight and seemed as pale and glowing as a fluorescent.

Spirit of the Moon - such a word floats naturally in my head.

Different flowers, large and small, bloom around, as if to bless her like that. Most of them are unnamed flowers, but for Milan, which has seen only managed rose gardens, the sight of life as it were was was was was fresh.

"Is that an elf? No, that shouldn't live in this area......"

That said, he denies his thoughts. A pure white race similar to a man named Elf lives in an area known as the "White Forest" far north. There's no way I live in a human living area.

Two thoughts come to mind behind Milan's brain.

It's a paradoxical desire not to touch this picturesque sight, to watch all the time, and to reach out to the mystery that spreads in front of you. The stray was a moment. Milan chose the latter. She was such a charming girl by then.

Milan approached her softly, feeling some hindsight that would trample and raze the fresh snow. Maybe what you're looking at right now is a fantasy, and if you speak up, the magic will be solved. Hiding such tension, Milan opens his mouth.

"What are you praying so much for? Or is that some kind of song? Spirit of the Reiki Moon."

Though I thought it was a floating dialogue of teeth myself, Milan had been forced to remember a dialogue in which women would be happy to be told in previous legs. Milan laughs inside out because he didn't think it would be useful in this way.

So I finally realized that the white girl shook her body with fright, looked at herself and opened her eyes so wide that her crimson eyes seemed to fade away. Milan was heartily pleased that the girl in front of her was not an illusion.

"Kirai!"

But it was a flash, too. Did you anger me for interrupting the sacred ritual? When the girl glances at herself, she turns herself over and tries to run out into the back of the woods.

"Wait!

It screams that way reflexively, and it doesn't reach the girl of what reaches out. I don't know why, but if I lose her here, I'll never see her again. Moved by such an impulse, the darkness of the night begins.

"(Fast...!)"

Milan has a slender but flexible muscle that makes it look like a whip. I can't say how unfamiliar I am in the woods, but I can't catch up at all. As if she were a leader, the girl runs through the gap between the trees. The light of the zero moon reflects and the white hair sparkles. It looked as if a fairy of light was flying through the woods.

That's how I continued to chase him for a while, but the distance between them gradually separated, and I finally lost sight of that white glow.

"……… You're not here."

I ran quite a distance, but Milan hasn't run out of breath. But more than I thought, the leaked words were filled with bitter colors. At the end of the bush, there was just a building like a dirty warehouse, and there was no more of that poor fairy. Maybe he was really a fairy.

Being caught up in such an idea, he noticed late in the royal palace lights leaking out of the gaps in the trees. Apparently this place is extremely close to the royal palace. Maybe that girl has guided herself so far astray.

"…… ahhh!!

When Milan was thinking about it, he heard a surprisingly fine scream. It's like squeezing it out of your chest, crying with grief. It's that girl's voice, so recognize it. No, Milan finds her way around the warehouse so she can be kicked out.

"Is that...?

As such, Milan noticed that only one window was open on the back of the warehouse, in the most sunny position. I guess it hasn't even been taken care of busily, the walls are intertwined with multiple overlapping thick pigeons. Milan took a nearby bottle and tried to pull it by caging his strength. I would be anxious if I were an adult male, but I would likely be tough enough to support it easily if I was about a child.

The tangled sturdy jaws, the unnaturally open windows, the disappeared girl, those elements combine like puzzles in Milan's brain.

"Oh, I was there! Prince! How long have you been playing!

A bear bee appeared at the edge of Milan's sight. Bear hissing his shoulder, he rushes over like he said he was angry.

"The girls at the party venue said, 'I don't want you. Let the prince out, let the prince out'! Awkward, it's getting hard!

…………

The bear is seriously angry for the price, but Milan didn't deal with him, put his hand on his mouth, and he was hardened to come up with something.

"Prince! Are you listening!

"Bear bee."

The prince says so briefly. Bear bees ate at the serious sound of it, but a moment later it became true. The bear bee is a good looking man, but he was a man who could instantly draw the heart of the Lord. Unless such is the case, Milan will not choose Bear Bees for its offering.

"Is something wrong? If there's a suspicious shadow, Awkward, let's cut it off with one sword."

"It's not. I need to talk to you about something. Give me your ear."

As such, Milan briefly told him what he had experienced and informed him of his future prospects. Bear bees roar with their hands together.

"Hmm, it's an incredible story, but I also know that awkward people and princes can't make up stories like that. Now, what's the matter?"

"If I can talk like this in a fabricated story, I'll be a poet without martial arts."

When the prince says so, the bear bee laughs "I see".

"Either way, we're going to have to have a feast tonight. If you're looking forward to it, you'll get over it."

"Oh, that's right. Then the decision is tomorrow. Bear bees, please."

"Accepted."

Saying so, Milan and Bear Beech took him back to the royal palace.