Your Highness, the Voice of Your Heart is Leaking!

That night, Zizzy was waiting in her room for Geisel to return. The rooms provided are made of two connected bedrooms, the bedrooms and the rooms, while Zizie sits on the couch that was placed on the side of the room, looking through a book with the history of Levary.

(Sure, there seems to be no doubt about the rumors...)

As the jeweler said, the anecdote that the Spirit is asleep in the jewel seems to be a relatively famous story here in Revaria.

There is some information that I saw him/heard him/her, but on the other hand no clear evidence has been shown. In fact, the theory seems to be powerful that the gemstone's incredible charm was just expressed in the name of the 'Spirit'.

(I guess there's no spirits...)

If the jewels are irrelevant, what the hell caused that incident that hit Geisel and Van? The sound of a properly modest door knob sounded as Tsitsy leaned her neck mmm.

"What, you were awake"

"Sire!"

Zizzy stood up as soon as she saw Geisel. Geisel shades his expression slightly as he is receiving his undressed jacket.

"I'm sorry. I wish I'd gone home a little earlier."

"No at all! Because it's fun while you wait."

Then Geisel smiled soothingly, yes. The two of us sat on the couch, had a cup of tea and just calmed down a little, and Geisel took out the little box.

Zizzy, handed to him, opens the lid of horror, whatever it may be.

"Ga, Master Geisel, this..."

"What, didn't you want it?

What was stowed there was a pair of earrings. The dark blue Shizukuishi-shaped gem is definitely a Levanite shard seen in the gallery.

"Duh, how..."

"After that, I talked to the jeweler. I thought it was just right with Tiara, but didn't you want it?

Well, it seemed like this was the one we were talking about on our way home. Geisel says it briefly, but I wonder how much it actually traded for.

A small box, which should only contain earrings, feels firmly and heavily in Zizzy's hands.

(... but because I've been watching, so...)

He must have bothered to ask me to please Zizzy. Just imagine how that happened, and Zizzy seems like this earring is worth something that money can't represent.

"No,... I'm so glad. Thanks!

Seeing the happily shaggy twitsy, Geisel also let down his mouth again. With the box wrapped with both hands, tilt your neck gently with a tweeze in front of you that narrows your eyes.

"Can't you wear it?

"Ah ⁉ Wow, I touched it and I didn't like it if I broke it..."

"Lend it to me."

Then Geisel retrieved the box from Zizie and took one earring and stretched his finger out to Zizie's ear. Geisel's nail tip touched it and it tickles me very much.

"Ga, Master Geisel......?

"Wow, I'm sorry... you know what?

Chari, and there was a swinging noise of silver craftsmanship, but Geisel's hand still doesn't leave Zizzy's neck. Yet earrings are hard to wear on their own.

Unaccustomed and for the big hand of Geisel holding the sword, it would be like a bear taking a fruit (red currant).

"Also, a little further down,"

"Wait,... here?

"Hih, ah, hey, it hurts a little..."

"I'm gonna put a little bit of it back. Where are we?"

"Mmm... it's okay, it seems"

"Come on... I think I'm going crazy first..."

At last after a trial and error, one earring glistened next to Zizzy's cheek. Geisel seemed sorry for Zizzy's outer ear, which turned red.

"... bad"

"Yes, no, not at all!

I should have gotten there myself if this were the case, it was Zizzy who enjoyed more embarrassment than I could have imagined, but her mind seemed to float to the slightest weight falling out of her ear.

When I get up off the couch, I sneak up in front of the vanity and lie down. From between her silver hair, the brilliant blue colour sparkled, and Zizzy smiled happily again as she looked back at Geisel.

"Thank you, Master Geisel"

"Oh.... it's late at night, it's time to go to bed"

Yes, Tsitsy replied, reaching for the earrings. But Geisel put it on for me, and I wanted to taste it for a little longer, so I went straight to my bedroom.

In the bedroom that separated one door, two beds lined up. One bed alone is spacious enough and about three tweezers are likely to be able to lie down.

Geisel stayed in her white shirt and lowered her hips to the other sleeping table. Zizzy mimics it too and turns her foot to the other bed.

- Lynn.

That's when that high sound sounded again.

It's like rolling a bell, it's like a ripple - through Zizzy's ears, echoing over and over in her head.

(- What, this)

It's not the usual 'heart reception'.

Zizzy tries hard to resist the discomfort as if they are forced to hear it from her. But gradually the thought was anointed, and Zizzy turned to Geisel to ask for help.

But at that moment, a further shock strikes Zizzy.

(-Do, what should I do,...)

Black, glossy hair, white skin, a straight mouth - above all, cold, pointy blue eyes. As soon as she saw Geisel, she had a stronger relationship than she'd ever felt.

Everything about Geisel is loving - so much so that I think I can dedicate anything for it.

"Zizzy?"

Geisel tilted her neck wondering if she'd ever stood up for Zizzy.

Then Zizzy advances her legs to the bed where Geisel is, not the empty bed, and sits side by side with him as she is. There's nothing else that surprised me about this, Zizzy herself.

(Duh, how come you don't listen to your body... ⁉)

When he noticed, his distance from Geisel was almost zero, and Zizzy was leaning on Geisel perfectly.

Geisel wrinkles deeply between her eyebrows, just when she realizes she's different than usual.