Your Highness, the Voice of Your Heart is Leaking!

"By the way."

"Yes, sir"

"I heard you went to Uncle Astil's workshop while I was on the inspection."

"Well, I wanted to see you make a dress..."

Actually, it's an excuse to worry about Elena, but Geisel doesn't even know that's dew, and he's got his tight eyes on Zizzy. Then I heard only a few voices in my heart.

'... Uncle Astil should still have been single. Not even in case. How can you not say a word about what you can take me anyway...'

(His Majesty is... obstinate...)

I'm sorry and I don't feel like being cute. It alternated, and Zizzy accidentally loosened her mouth.

I noticed that. Geisel thinks he sharpened his eyes, and I can put a lot stronger into the arm he was turning.

"Ga, Dear Geisel ⁉"

"What are you laughing at"

"Wow, I'm not laughing!

Geisel narrowed her eyes, watching Zizzy dye her cheeks one by one. Eventually, when I deliberately lay my eyelashes down, Zizzy's jaw is raised and his lips are dropped as they are.

(-,)

Long at first. Once I thought I'd gone away, now I can push my mouth slightly open. When Zizzy glanced at his tongue to be invited by the warm sensation, he got tangled up in Geisel's that seemed twice as likely.

――⁉ ――⁉

Tsitsy desperately pursued oxygen, as if she had forgotten how to breathe. Inhaling through a slightly open gap, Geisel leaks a sparingly hot breath.

Immediately after the break, Zizie was restrained again on Geisel's thick chest plate and lips.

Eventually Geisel finally wakes up his sleigh and body when he sees Zizzy stop resisting. While he was satisfied wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, the assembled zizzy was staring at Geisel with tears in his upbeat face.

"Ga, Master Geisel... it's painful..."

"It's a setup."

When he said so, Geisel smiled and held Zizzy in his arms again.

Zizzy, who was observing Geisel upwards completely in a mood, pulls his forehead with his fingertips, at least because of his defiance.

"-"

Geisel turned to his usual cold expression, wondering if he had smiled slightly.

Did I piss you off, and when Zizzy is anxious for a moment, the sound of Geisel's push-kill heart echoes.

'No... cute no matter what they do... I can't... I knew if I kept that dress in ceremony, I wouldn't have had to put up with this...?

(A dress... maybe about trying on a temporary stitch ⁉)

I didn't know you were even watching wedding hallucinations in that moment. And now I realize that, apparently, Geisel has a habit of becoming a true face while he's grinding in his heart.

This may be the reason why I'm scared at a regular meeting.

Whatever to do, Geisel finally laughed at Zizie, who regretted his own actions.

Rarely, somewhere serene - to a smile as if it were a saint, Zizzy, who witnessed for the first time, is wary. Words proximate to threats were uttered from those beautiful lips.

"What's up? - Wasn't it enough?"

"Yes, no! No! It's not like that, oh, no, Your Majesty -"

It's Geisel, after the set line, the master bedroom was left with only a tiny scream of twitsy tearing silk.

Then one day, a few days later, a report came in that Tiara had been completed by the Ritual Chief.

"They say it's a great job, and I assure you the craftsmen are the best finishing touches I've ever had"

"Is that true? I'm so excited."

It was supposed to be transported to Zizzy's hand once, but it was explained that it would be transported to Uncle Astil's workshop first on the grounds that the processing location was a distant city and that there was a slight delay in the dress process.

(Speaking of which, Luca also said she would make adjustments with other accessories...)

The completion of the dress is more important than the ceremony date. Levy may miss you, but I can let him see you on the day.

Zizzy also agreed to just tell her that it would be nice to meet you - though.

Tiara was stolen?

Suddenly summoned to the reception room, Zizie repeated the words of the liturgical director as they stood.

According to the story, a thief broke into Uncle Astil's workshop and was targeted for a momentary gap that was being put out of the vault for work. They went blind to other cash and jewels and only took Tiara away.

Next to the ritual chief there was also Luca's figure, and she was depressed with a depressed look on her face.

"I'm so sorry...... I didn't expect you to commit such a lapse..."

Even if this disposition replaced my life, Tsitsy shakes her head as she grunts as she decides to be prepared.

"More than that, didn't you all get hurt?

"... Yes. Fortunately, the craftsmen are safe. My sister was in a separate room."

"Good..."

This must be what luck in misfortune means.

For now it was Zitzie, who stroked her chest down, but worried that the very holding of the wedding would be jeopardized when Tiara, who plays an important role in the ceremony, was absent.

(As far as I'm concerned, I don't mind a substitute, but that's not going to be more of an issue than putting on national prestige...)

Besides, Lucas and the others will not be acquitted.

Even if we don't take it to life, if this thing goes public, the trust and track record they've built will be broken, and as a result artisans working in the workshop and - even Elena's hopes - will be lost.

(I've been working so hard because of this... I mean this...)

Then you guided a depressing twitsy, the ritual chief was somewhere fierce, raising and lowering his fluffy eyebrows. Grab my fist vigorously and I assure you.

"It's all right, Your Highness. The Knights are on their way to the investigation right now, so let's get the killer's neck up right away!

"Yes, please…"

Zitzie also prayed for the word to find Tiara soon.