Your Highness, the Voice of Your Heart is Leaking!

Tsitsy Lassie was baffled.

"What are you doing?"

'How can you be such a perfect beauty when you say you're awake... too cute'

It's not a mistake to hear.

This voice belongs to my husband - Geisel Vercia - who is looking grumpy in front of me. However, Zizzy hears two words: "the word you're saying" and "the word you think in your heart."

"Also, I'm sorry. Sire."

"... I thought you told me to call you by name at the mansion"

"Oh, yes... that, Master Geisel"

……

'I don't mind taking it like that... No, I'd rather it be a call away. But it's also a problem to pack too much distance too suddenly... but what a lovely voice. It's like an adorable little bird chirping.'

"Um, if I can't get out of here, I'm gonna keep you waiting!

As Zizzy hurried to throw, Geisel frowned, rudely. When I think I've pulled my mouth tight, I throw a cold glance.

"I'll be late today. Rest first."

'Damn it. Why do I have so many jobs these days! You won't even be able to get dinner with Zizzy on this one! Still tie up Randy's guy......'

"I'll wait! I'll wait until Mr. Geisel returns."

"... on your own"

'... tender... too tender... angel I guess...'

With that said, Geisel finally got to work. Zizzy takes a long, long sigh as she drops that back off. Her face is bright red and the heat is unlikely to draw for the time being.

(I wonder why only His Majesty's voice sounds so clear...)

Zizzy Lassie.

- She had a strange power to hear people's hearts.

The two were common political marriages.

Tsitsy is the last princess of South Rathy, with snowy silver hair, blue eyes like summer sky. And he had clear white skin. That's a very beautiful look, but unfortunately, because many of Lassie's people have burning red hair and red eyes, Zizzy's appearance was very noticeable compared to his surroundings.

Yet another day in childhood, Tsitsy casually replied to the words of her mother's shrugged heart. At first I thought it was a coincidence that my mother also witnessed that strange power that was repeated, and only when did she become abhorrent to her "cursed daughter" and Zizzy.

The story of marriage suddenly broke into Zizie, who has lived in a semi-closed state, so that she could be hidden from the eyes.

The opponent is the emperor of the great northern power Versia - Geisel Versia.

After the fall of the previous generations, he was the fierce one who won the successor feud involving the whole country by force alone, and the number of battles that led him to victory is unknown. He is called a battle genius who does anything from spears to bows to white soldier warfare on his sword, and behaves in a disgraceful and arrogant manner against his subordinates as well - the name given to him is "The Ice Emperor".

White skin worthy of the King of the North, in pitch-black hair opposite to Zizzy. His eyes were the same blue as Zizzy's, but Geisel's eyes were as deep as a peek into the bottom of the dark sea, so much so that the first time he saw them, Zizzy also felt a little scared.

(- Hostages, that's bullshit)

Tsitsy remembers being told that on the day of her placement. In fact, Zizzy was supposed to be the sixth wife of the previous emperor.

But for some reason, Geisel, the next emperor, took over Zizie, whose predecessors had collapsed and had lost hope of going.

As Geisel put it, Zitzie is the sacrifice offered to protect Lassie.

Vercia, the great power that takes, ravages and makes our surrounding countries one after the other. The princess of a small country sent out to show her loyalty that she is not willing to disobey there.

But even as Racie, I don't want to let go of my sisters, who are well equipped. That's why it was Zizzy who was chosen.

When Zizie finally went to the hall, shaking off Geisel's words, the servants refrained. Deacon approaches and respectfully reads out today's appointment.

"Dear Tsitsy, we have history and language lessons today and dance lessons in the afternoon"

"Thanks, I'll be back in my room getting ready"

Courtesy of a deacon who bows his head carefully, he returns to his room. As she walked down the wide hallway, Zizie was again thinking of her earlier doubts.

(After all, I can't hear the others... how could only His Majesty?

The strange power of Zizzy is not, in fact, omnipotence.

When I was little, if I was close, I could hear anyone's heart, but as I grew up, that ability was clearly falling.

There are more things that you don't hear these days, and if you don't set up to receive them against the voice of the other person's mind (Zizzy calls them 'receiving hearts'), you don't hear them clearly. Also, this' receptive heart 'has to pose unusual, raising its arms high or stopping its feet at odd angles, and it is not a very but dignified behavior in public.

On the other hand, if you are a man of the right wavelength, you sometimes didn't have to take heart to hear it.

But there are very few people like that, and Zizzy can't help but say, "There you are? only to the extent that I think."

But - it's about the day I first came to this country and met with Geisel.

"I have a goddess..."

And Zizzy looked around unexpectedly at the voice of her heart, which suddenly came to her hearing.

"What are you doing? Name it."

"And I beg your pardon. My name is Zizzy Lassie."

'Twitsy... what a clean sounding word. What's the point? Flower fairies, like gems, around? Either way, great. Thank you to your parents for naming me'

……

It's not a mistake to hear.

You can hear it at normal volume from earlier, the voice of this heart belongs to His Majesty Geisel.

"It was harder than far away. Take the day off."

'I was actually supposed to pick you up... damn Randy's guy, I know and you must have put the job on this date! That's why I'm the wingman to see you at this hour.'

"Oh, thank you......"

……

'... still a little nervous... how can I say one kind word at a time like this...'

Listening to the double-streaming audio, Zizzy peered softly at Geisel.

The look on Geisel's face you see over the desk is rugged, his gaze remains dropped on the paperwork, and he hasn't even looked at this one. The words that are uttered are also all cold, and if that were all, Zizzy would have constricted.

(This is what you're saying to me... right?

A beauty phrase in my mind that can be directed from earlier. At first, I was wondering if you might have a lover next door, but this is His Majesty's private quarters. I don't care what you think. There are only two of us, Zizzy and Geisel.

As I said rest, Zizzy follows Geisel.

When I closed the heavy wooden door, I could no longer hear Geisel's heart as if the two and the thread had been cut off. Finally quiet, Zizzy zeroes her sigh of relief.

(I knew that was the voice of His Majesty's heart...... but how could I hear it so clearly)

It's too clear, and if you do poorly, it doesn't suck with the voice you're normally talking about.

If I may think of it, does it mean His Majesty is a "man of the right wavelength"? That's also at a terribly high level.

(I'm sorry it just sounds like it's on my own, but... how can you be so, so embarrassed...)

In retrospect, Zizzy found her cheeks getting hot.

You're an angel, a goddess. The face of the watch creates a sense of intimidation that just says, "If anything, I'll kill you." What the hell is this difference?

(... Let's just go to sleep. Starting tomorrow, here, because we have to fight)

With a gentle slap on her raised face, Zizzy exhaled quietly.

Eventually when I push open my beautiful blue eyes, I solidify my resolve alone in my heart.

(This is no longer Lassie - sometimes it becomes a spark of contention if I offend anything)

Whatever treatment you receive, you must never contend. No matter how humiliating that may be. That was given to this great nation - as a hostage, because it is my mission.

Zitzie swore so to her heart, and went to the room of the Queen, whom she had blessed herself.