Your Highness, the Voice of Your Heart is Leaking!

Zizzy exhaled heavily as she looked at the statue of the lion decorated in the center.

The soaking is so well warmed hot water that several varieties of rose flowers float on the surface of the water.

The hot tub was spacious enough that a little large family seemed to let in about three sets, but no one but Zizzy because of the early hours. Pan, and making a water noise, Zizzy covered her reddened face with both hands.

(I almost got it wrong...)

Zizzy's desperate resistance was also vain, and Geisel brought him to the Yuami station for guests.

I recall Geisel happily headed to Man Yu somewhere after declaring that he would "go back to his room first" in front of the entrance where he broke up with the men and women.

(Maybe you like baths unexpectedly......)

Because it is a tropical night all year round in my home country of Lassie, I never bother to soak it in hot water. Cold water baths and running water at best.

On the contrary, Versia, the country of Geisel, sometimes has a cold climate, and uses considerable resources just to say that it warms the water.

For this reason, the opportunity to use fire other than fireplaces and cooking is scarce, and this much hot water can be used, which is probably very valuable.

(But honestly...... could be greatly appreciated......)

After leaving Vercia on his own, he continued to travel shortly after his break until Geisel picked him up by Lassie.

I also hear that the itinerary from now on back to Vercia is quite hard. Don't tell Geisel, Zizzy seemed to accumulate tiredness unknowingly.

It leads to the edge of the hot tub, listening to the spiral of hot water poured into the lubrication. He was a zizzy who slept slightly in a fluffy, serene comfort, but he opened his eyes all the way.

(I don't know,... maybe I should brush my body more properly ⁉)

Before entering the hot tub, the specialist staff polished it up carefully, but my skin was slightly burned due to the disastrous day after day, and my fingertips didn't glow like they used to do when I was taken care of in the royal palace.

(But it hasn't been decided yet that... and Your Majesty will be tired of the long journey, oh, there will be tomorrow... but in case... ⁉)

In the scent of roses tickling her nose, Zizzy was roaring one, yeah.

In the end, Zizzy had her hair polished up carefully after she carefully cleaned herself again. Gently wrap the damp hair together with a ribbon and wrap around a simple room outfit that just stops in front and leaves the bathroom behind.

When she realized it had been quite some time and there was no doubt that Geisel would be back in the room, Zizzy walked down the hallway with hesitant footsteps.

Outside the window, dusk is approaching at some point, and the sun setting beyond the outer wall is leaking out. The sky was starting to tint blue.

(It's okay... I cleaned it up properly and it shouldn't smell weird...)

Sneak your nose out. Zizzy relieved herself of the scent of rose water she had put on the finish.

Knock and enter the room.

The moment she spotted Geisel reading the book on the couch, Zizzy could see her heart bouncing.

"Slow"

"Shh, excuse me..."

Words are short, but in a teasing tone somewhere, Geisel welcomed Zizzy. Geisel points next to herself with her chin, noticing Zizzy standing up without a location, although she entered the dreaded room.

"Excuse me......"

It was just embarrassing to stick together perfectly, just a little distance away and Tsitsy sat down on the couch. He was holding his fist on his lap, but couldn't stand the silence and peeked at Geisel sitting next to him.

Geisel's dark hair contained moderate humidity and was so glossy. Are you following the sentence now, iron blue eyes laying low with long eyelashes?

The white skin was slightly upbeat, giving it a unique color fragrance that I couldn't contain even though I was a man.

"- What?

If you noticed, you noticed Zizzy's gaze, and Geisel was staring back at this one. The dark blue eyes are somewhere feverish, and Tsitsy swallows her stiff breath.

Then he realized it was a signal, and Geisel stretched his left hand out onto Zizzy's cheek as he lay down on the table with the book in his hand.

Tsitsy meditates her eyes unexpectedly.

But Geisel's fingers passed through his cheeks and stretched to Zizzy's tied hair. The ribbon that was wrapped around him was unwrapped, and wet Zizzy's hair fell on his shoulder.

The moment he felt that cold on his shoulder, Geisel had packed his distance all at once and snatched his lips like a scab.

"-,"

Your left hand is attached to your neck and your other hand is turned to your hips to hold Zizzy. Tsitsy was blurry and doubtful that she should have come in the same bath but that the breathing temperatures emitted were different.

Like stirring such a zizzy, Geisel alters the angle and mouths again. Chu, and Tsitsy found her ears getting hot at the sound containing water.

Eventually, Geisel holds Zizzy sideways as she exhales.

"Heh, Your Majesty!

"I'm telling you it's Geisel"

With a cold laugh, they moved to their bedroom, held by a gazelle who looked somewhere pleasant. Boosen, and thrown into a fuzzy bed, Zizzy desperately tries to get up so she doesn't sink.

Then Geisel came covered to stop it. The room was full of warm orange lighting, but Geisel's dark hair covered it up and hid it.

As I grabbed Zitzie's wrist to sew it into her bedroom, she came back to lips.

(Hey, wait, my heart is ready...!

"Zizzy......"

Sweetly called by name in his heart, Zizzy is even more confused. Geisel had systemic fever, and breath exhaling in bitterness sought to be exposed.

For the first time in the ambition he sees, Zizie strengthens himself only a little, but eventually meditates on his eyes as he decides to be ready.

Geisel's face approached slightly, - straight down to Zizzy's neck. Hmm, and it was Zizzy who leaked a short voice, but I realize how strange it is.

(Your Majesty's body is hot...... not too hot ⁉)

I try to wake up my body in a hurry, but Geisel doesn't make it slight. To be precise, he couldn't get up with his forehead resting on Zizzy's shoulder.

Uh, screaming in his heart, Zizzy manages to escape. Then Geisel turned her hot eyes to Zizzy about what she mistook.

"Where... go..."

"Sire, no, there's a terrible fever!

With a hazy consciousness, Geisel tries so hard to hold Zizzy, but his hands are also terribly hot.

If you look closely, his face and neck were bright red, and eventually Geisel lost consciousness while holding Zizzy.

(duh, what do we do ⁉ cold ⁉ heat stroke ⁉)

If I recall carefully, after entering this room, I could barely hear Geisel's heart. Perhaps the heat had killed the thought circuit.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty ⁉ So, somebody, somebody help me -!

You squeezed your last strength, and Geisel's arm, turned on Zizzy's hips, was solidified disappointingly. Unable to escape, Zitzie desperately sought help from the outside as she led her into a soft bed.