Your Highness, the Voice of Your Heart is Leaking!

After his afternoon of study and tea time, Zizzy was staring out the window at the sun that had begun to tilt. Far away, the edge of the mountain is tinted with red gold, and the light plugging indoors is somewhere warm.

(Perhaps it is time for His Majesty to return...)

Zizzy glanced back at the book she had in her hand, but immediately looked over the window again. I rush to drop my eyes on the page, but I raise my face to one tiny noise. Eventually Zizzy sighed as she gave up.

(No... I don't think I can concentrate)

I had no choice, Zitzie said, closing the book and putting it aside, she stood up completely. Leave your room and head to the entrance hall on the ground floor where Geisel would be the first to show his face.

Then from across the hallway upstairs, I discovered Van walking over here. I guess I came to see how Zizzy was doing in discipline.

"Van, has Your Majesty not returned yet?

"... Yes"

Somewhere in the dark Van's reply, Zizzy tilted her neck. At any rate, the walk feels unstable, and Tsitsy rushes over softly.

"Are you okay, you're not feeling well somewhere..."

"Zizzy, …"

"... Van?

With his face up, Van had grey-blue eyes and stared at Zizzy. There's no usual light attitude, it's as serious as if you've preceded your beloved lover.

Feeling a dull fever in the back of Van's eyes, Zizzy is struck by a tremendous fear.

(Van - isn't it? This feeling......)

Not that I can hear my heart, but it was obviously disturbed - Zizzy doesn't happen to step back to the noisy hallucinations.

Then Van also packed the distance to pursue Zizzy.

"Sorry... but I..."

"Huh?"

At the same time that Zitzie inquired, Van shook his head hard. When I look up again, it's turning into an uncut look that's tearing me up.

Van grabbed both Tsitsy's shoulders while denying he was "different, different," many times. Driven by the walls in the corridor with few people as it is, Zizzy becomes immobile.

"I can't... I don't want to betray His Majesty... but..."

"Van, hold on! What the hell is wrong with you?

"- Zizzy, I think about you..."

But the tip of the word was blocked by a blade stretched from the side.

"- ⁉"

As they peel off their eyes, the blade tip of the knife quietly accompanies Van's throat.

As Zizzy raised her face, Geisel, with a horrible face, stood behind Van, as much as a messenger from hell was likely to escape barefoot as well.

Van also turns his gaze only back with stiffness.

His carotid artery still has a sharp blade poked at it, and it is unacceptable to distract him for a moment. While in that state, Geisel quietly opened his mouth.

"Zizzy. Here."

Try to slip through Van's side as directed, and Zizzy hides on Geisel's back. Van remains half-armed to represent his surrender.

Geisel knifed, turning to Van, "Turn this one slowly. If you behave suspiciously, I'll slap you off," he said.

You guessed that the crisis of life had not yet left, and Van turns to face it with a small tremor.

Then Geisel stretched his long legs to seal Van's movements, putting Don and the back of his shoe on the back wall.

That posture was common in romantic novels, similar to the scenes surrounding women that men like, but now there is a sense of urgency that seems to break every wall, rather than every wall, if you make a mistake.

- Van Altranze.

……

"If there's an opening, do I ask?

Yeah? And Geisel's voice tilting his neck was cold, and he felt intimidated that he might even confess to a sin without it.

Soon after Zizzy opens her mouth to try to stop her, Van whites as she stares at Geisel.

"I,... love her!

……

"I'll be absolutely happy! So..."

Dogo, to the unfamiliar sound of it, Zizie first jumped up wondering if Yenzier had invaded again.

But the sound of destruction was right in front of us - it happened right next to Van's face, and the cause of the outbreak was no other, Geisel's fist.

Geisel laughs as she peeks into Van, sparkling with shards of wall material.

Zizzy again deplored the fact that he was really horrible when he was mad for his neat face.

"Okay. If it's a duel, take it and stand."

"Oh, wow..."

Van was hearing the sound of a collapsing stone in his ear, but eventually he lost his mind to so much fear that he sat down so that he could creep on the spot.

Zizzy rushes to follow as Geisel pulls through his fist pierced against the wall.

"Heh, Your Majesty, no, that's not true."

"I know. I guess that means it's not Van, huh?

"Wow, did you understand that?

"He's only good for guidelines, but I'll stick to public and private bullying. Twitsy, you can't just call me" etcetera. "

"Speaking of which..."

Indeed, since the first time he met him, Van had called him "Dear" or "Her Highness the Queen" about Zizzy.

Once again, Zizzy admires Geisel's insight into realizing it from such a slight difference.

"If so, did you intentionally...?

"... sort of. I thought it was nasty, but it seemed surprisingly light."

If I couldn't solve it, I wonder what would have happened to Van, and Tsitsy just gets a little nervous.

Eventually, when Geisel knelt, he shook his hand on Van's shoulder, who had passed out. Van, with his head back and forth several times, finally opens his eyelids and opens his eyes as if the focus had been set.

"Shh, I'm sorry." Oh, my God...!

"Are you awake?"

"I am so sorry......! This sin, with my life, is ready to give thanks..."

"I don't want it. Tell me more about what happened."

Van was a little sloppy with Geisel's words, but eventually he leaned down as if relieved.