Your Highness, the Voice of Your Heart is Leaking!

Dinner that day, I barely remembered what I had.

While confused, Yuami alone took more than twice as long as usual and carefully selected the cutest looking nightdress with Lizzie.

Apparently, Lizzie also guessed something about the unusual way Zizzy was in the mood.

But even as bedtime approaches, we haven't heard from Geisel that he's back. Twitsy wondered what was going on, but she decided to make her way to the master bedroom, believing in her daytime promises. Cantera and a small basket are gripped in the hand.

The master bedroom is located next to Geisel's room, with his private room separated by a single door. It's locked, so I can't confirm it, but there's no sign of anyone indoors. I guess I haven't been back yet.

(What a big bed......)

What was in Utaka's rooms was also quite splendid, but this bed was decorated with majestic decorations and ceilings that tell the story of Versian history. Above all, just think of it as a place where Geisel usually sleeps, and Zizzy can see her chest pounding.

It kind of caught my mind to break the perfect bed makeup, and Tsitsy lowered her hips on the three-seater couch that was sitting beside her.

View the clock.

It's time the servants have already finished their work, but Geisel hasn't come back from the royal palace yet.

(I knew you were pretty busy... I hope you haven't been forced...)

About two hours until the end of the day.

To crush the wait, Tsitsy tied up the book she was bringing.

"... Zizzy,"

To the calm call, Zizzy woke up once again.

When he looks up in a hurry, Geisel over his rushed dark hair peeks in looking worried. A book that stays open on your knees. Apparently, he fell asleep while reading.

"Shh, excuse me, Master Geisel! I was going to stay awake..."

"No, it was worse for me. I didn't know this was gonna be such a good time."

What the hell time is it, Tsitsy checked the clock. The minute hand then refers to the time at which the date will soon change. If you did work until this hour, it would be somewhat easier to stay at the Royal Palace than to return to the main mansion.

"Not really, you don't have to"

"I would have promised. He said he must leave today."

You managed to make it, and with a smile, Geisel gently made her ear hear the hair flowing down Zizzy's cheek.

To some familiar trick, Tsitsy joins hands with "Speaking of" as she deludes the lighting.

"Master Geisel, aren't you hungry?

"Belly?"

"Well, it's late every day, so they haven't eaten very well..."

Before a decent geisel, Zizzy took out the basket. When I open the lid, the sandwich inside is tightly packed with a beautiful cross section.

"If it's good, I thought it was for a night meal..."

Geisel looked at it strangely at first. But as soon as I took one of the middle, I sat down next to Zizzy and wore it up. The little bread disappeared from Geisel's hands in just two bites, and I shrugged to bite off the joy, wondering if he had enjoyed the flavor for a while.

"... good"

"Is it true ⁉ Good... I'm actually a little unsure"

"Confidence?"

Unexpectedly leaked, Zizie blocked her mouth with her hands as she raised her voice slightly. But it sounded solid, and Geisel keeps an eye on this one. Tsitsy confessed, rather than being misunderstood unnecessarily as such.

"Well, um... Master Geisel is coming home because of you, so I was wondering if I could do something for you, too... while learning from the chef, I made it..."

……

In contrast to Zizie, who gradually blushed as she said it, Geisel had the same look that had been taken lightly.

I figured something else would have been better? and approximate the zizzies that cause anxiety, Geisel takes each basket and carries the sandwiches to his mouth one after the other.

Too much momentum was put to a halt by Tsitsy.

"Ga, Dear Geisel ⁉ You don't have to eat so hard!

"You hear that, you think there's a man who doesn't eat"

"So, but"

It is an amateur dish, not to mention a chef's cooking. Besides, seeing it flattened in front of you is an embarrassing, sorry thing to do, and I can't wait to be a tweezer. Eventually, Geisel, who ate the last slice, revealed his emotions secretly only in his heart.

'... if you think about it, this may be the first time you've ever had a hand cooked just for me... my mother wasn't that close, and I've never cared about eating before...'

(Dear Geisel......)

I had also heard about Geisel's past from him. About your mother who died early. That I spent my childhood being kept in another house.

I couldn't tell you the details because I don't have anything special to tell you, but given Geisel's unfavourable environment, I guess I can't help it.

(I'm sure the sadness that Master Geisel has experienced in the past will never heal for the rest of his life... but from now on, we can change...)

Zizzy, who came up with it, shook his hands all the way up, asked Geisel.

"Oh, thank you...... can I make it again, if that's okay?

"I'd appreciate it... but isn't it tough to get this far?"

"No at all! Because I want Master Geisel to eat too!

Then, after listening to Zizzy's remarks, Geisel roamed by herself for a while and took a deep sigh, wondering if she'd held her forehead with her hands.

'I know... that's not what I meant. That doesn't make any sense. I have no other intention. My heart is just cloudy...'

"Master Geisel?

"... no, no problem. Then I'll ask you again."

"Yes!"