Your Highness, the Voice of Your Heart is Leaking!

"- Dehydration."

"Excuse me......"

"You must also be tired. If you slow down a little, you'll recover."

In the end, the two were rescued safely by a staff member who rushed to the screams of Zizzy to see if they were robbers. After bowing his head to the doctor and dropping him off, Zizzy turns to Geisel lying in bed.

Did the treated medication and moisture work or was my sleep calmer than earlier? But the red flavor on his cheeks hasn't pulled off yet, and Zizzy takes the towel that was on Geisel's forehead and soaks it in ice water in one and the basin.

(I'm sure I've been unable to...)

Zizzy was embarrassed by her pity as she returned the squeezed towel. Think about it. Unlike Zizie, who slowly returned home in a carriage, Geisel rushed to Lassie day and night alone. If you do it badly, it's possible that you haven't taken a break in the meantime.

(Yet I care about myself all the time...)

I felt like punishing myself, and Zizzy leaned down quietly. Then only slightly, but the voice of Geisel's heart falls into the tweezer.

"Zizzy......?

"... Your Majesty?

As he rushed up his face, Geisel had his eyelid open. She still hadn't woken up, or looked blurred, but when she lifted her left hand, she grabbed the end of Zizzy's silver hair, which was at the end of the bed.

To tricks as if they were lost children, Zizzy watched the trend properly. Though I don't put it into words, I can be pompous and zero in my heart.

"Good... well, don't be..."

The expression remained as unfathomable as ever, but the voice of the heart was in some soothing, serene tone. I glance at the tip of Zizzy's hair as she gently pulls it with her fingers, cutting it.

'Also,... I thought you were gone...'

Eventually Geisel closed his eyes to see if drowsiness had struck him again. The hand that was tangled in his hair also lost its strength and slipped aside as it drifted.

'Please... don't disappear from before me without saying anything...'

……

Finally, his heart was deafened, and Zizzy gently put Geisel's hand back in bed, thrown out. I groan that I'm sorry and tangle my own hands in his fingers like I love him.

When she decided to get a divorce, Zizzy went back to Lassie without saying a word to Geisel. Geisel, who returned to the mansion, must have been heartily surprised by Zizzy's sudden disappearance. Even now, so much so that you can do it in your dream.

"... Yes. I will never leave you again."

Attract Geisel's big hand and push it against his own cheek. Still a little hot - hold the sword, it's the hands of the man who fights. With unprecedented full thoughts on his chest, Zizzy gave Geisel a crying look.

When Geisel woke up, it was in a dim room there. The moonlight is plugged in through the window, and I can barely see what's going on indoors.

(... Shit... you were losing your mind...)

Good thing I took a bath, but I didn't know what to do when I got back to my room, and somehow I couldn't get out, so I had longer water than usual.

In an attempt to cool off the lit body, Zizzy came back to me slowly in the room, - until I held her on the couch. but.

(... apparently, he hasn't done anything terrible)

Following his own left arm, Zizzy, holding Geisel's hand tightly, slept trying to keep his body in bed. Geisel smiles unexpectedly as she trims her unconstitutionally spreading forehead.

(Is this indefensibility trusted or not seen as a man...)

Wake up softly, taking care not to wake you up. Carefully pulling away the hand that had been grabbed, he caused Zizzy's hair, which had fallen on his cheeks, to fall on his ears and gently mouth off his temples. Is it unconscious, the voice leaks short from Zizzy's mouth, "Mmm," and Geisel gets just a little hot in the back of her body.

(- Now hurry up, better get back to Versia)

Geisel shook her head to pay for her own indignation and exhaled haphazardly tired.

Then I wondered if I had turned my gaze to the bed, which was too wide for me to sleep alone, and to the zizzy, who sleeps the next day in a position where my body was about to ache, and I was quietly thinking of something in a thought circuit that finally started to run.

The next morning, Tsitsy woke up to heaven.

(hey, hey, how come, in a situation like this ⁉)

That should be it, too. He should have been sitting in a chair placed beside the bed, but for some reason, in the bed - and besides, because he was lying in a way that Geisel could hug him from behind.

Look right down. Fortunately there is some disturbance, but both the gown and underneath it remain worn with the kitten. And, embarrassed by the confirmation itself, Zizzy rushed to speak to Geisel behind her.

"Heh, Your Majesty, ⁉ what the hell is this?"

"... but"

"but?"

"Geisel......"

"Master Geisel! Hold on!"

I never woke up with him before, so I didn't know, but Geisel apparently has a weak morning. Twitsy trying desperately to wake up, again whining about something, trying to fall into a world of sleep.

At that time, it's something that holds Zizzy's body stronger, so I can't wait to do this.

Besides, Geisel's outfit left his front loose that it would be painful - his clavicle grated, his thick chest plate and tight, cracked belly popped into his eyes. Skin tone irritation is too strong, and Zizzy hurries to close her lid firmly.

(Duh, how could you even be in bed with me... ⁉)

Truth is, I woke up in the middle of the night. Geisel just put Zizzy in bed to make sure she didn't hurt herself, but she unconsciously hugged me to see what was going on.

Not knowing that, Zizzy runs hard to escape Geisel's arms, panicking even further.

"Master Geisel! Wake up, wake up!

"Soft... smells good..."

"Don't fall asleep!

At last, only the voice of his heart could be heard, and Zizie grabbed and rocked the thick arm that had been spinning around his hips. The luxurious bed bursts with bohm bohm bohm bohm and Tsitsy gradually gets sweaty.

Eventually, when Zizzy was about to get out of bed with her crawling body, it was untimely and a maid who had carried breakfast opened the door. Disturbed Zizzy outfit, Geisel's arm leading up to her hips, no heart or cheeks upbeat -.

When the maid, who perceived everything, smiled full of charity like the Messenger of God, she shut the door all over. Competent in a way.

"Oh, come on, it's not! It's a misunderstanding!"

Too shy, Tsitsy exclaimed desperately.