Your Highness, the Voice of Your Heart is Leaking!

"Elena...... I know just a little bit how Orbit feels too"

"My queen..."

"All your painted designs were incredibly nice. Even when I was measuring my dress, I thought I really liked dressmaking."

……

"Of course, I don't think it's all about being appreciated by the public. But... I think people who work hard can find more..."

Shame on you, Zizie too. At first, in this Vercia, I had the gist of the idea that I might be estranged just by being a female designer.

But this country is about to change precisely now - by the hands of an unparalleled Geisel.

(When I heard His Majesty's story, I thought I might be reckless too...... but what if I, the Queen, don't believe in that transformation?

No matter how long it takes, no matter how many people deny it. It makes no sense if we don't start this step now in order to create the uncontested world that Geisel wants.

Tsitsy grabbed the hand that was holding onto her skirt.

"This country changes. We'll change, we'll go.... Until then, I hope Elena doesn't give up her true feelings..."

I hope it's cruel, Zizzy understood.

It's like saying cut ahead in a world where you can't fight the irrationality of the world and women can't admit to working. Elena, who was listening to Zizzy, lowered her gaze to suffer from something. Orbit also looks up to her again in the face of pain, who is about to cry.

Then from the door, Luca's voice jumped in, passing well.

"- I'm sorry, it seems like it's kind of hard to get in"

"Luca, you..."

Orbit's face was ruggedly transformed as soon as possible.

Luca, on the other hand, continues her words with the usual fluency, as if she didn't feel this sinking air.

"Totally...... I didn't know you were still with me when you said you dissolved your engagement a long time ago"

"That was a unilateral destruction! Because I know the truth."

"This is our problem. You have no right to talk or dust. [M] I'll chop you up, even do the thief thing - it's a really good nuisance."

"- Damn it!

In contrast to Orbit, who is still likely to bite, Elena was totally in awe at the time Luca showed up. Luca narrows her eyes as she lays down her eyelids and bites Elena down in front of her lips.

"Elena. Thought for you, I even came out to the man who sinned. Besides, I've even involved the Queen... just in time, let's be clear on this occasion."

……

"What do you want to do? Yourself."

"I..."

Fine Elena's voice sags like a vanishing candle. Tsitsy also sent her gaze in a prayerful way.

Then only for a moment, Elena's eyes bumped into Zizzy - her eyelids immediately lay down.

(Elena... don't lose...)

After a long silence, Elena finally opens her mouth.

"Me... for once, I want to fight..."

"- Hmm."

"I'm sure I won't be as popular as my brother, and I don't think I can sell it at all... but I want to make a piece, in my name..."

Every word seemed to be made of tears Shizuku.

It's as if the pain and sorrow Elena has accumulated over the years has slowly melted - it's not hard for Zizzy to imagine how much courage it took for her to say this.

Elena's words reached their limits and eventually broke off.

Luca is meditating quietly and waits for time as if to rebel against her words. But as soon as I pressed my eyelashes up, it smiled with a beautiful smile.

"Well, try it"

"Huh?"

The short overlapping voice was not Elena's, but Orbit's, who remained seated on the carpet, and Zizzy's, who was moisturizing her eyes. After receiving a reply from two distracted people somewhere, Luca glances even happily.

"Specifically, I'll leave the designer of the new brand to you to launch next time"

"To, brother, suddenly why"

"I'm not saying anything thoughtful.... Ex (...) and others (...), I planned to do so"

Then Luca took a small piece of paper out of her chest pocket. This is a business card from Ciel Etoile, which Zizie also showed me before. The back of the crease is clearly inscribed 'Designer/Elena Schneider'.

"There is still a big handful to working as a woman in this country. In fact, if you hadn't sold it in my name, you wouldn't have even put it on your teeth like a dress from the beginning."

But Luca hides her mouth with a card.

"The dress you worked so hard on is now coveted by the social world. Everyone wants and wants to get it. No one will give you a crappy reason - 'cause women made it', etc. - if the time ripens so far. Something wonderful is already in the hands of many ladies."

Only the aristocrats are looking to buy factory dresses. It would be hard not to have the fate to bother to criticize what they love to use. Luca was developing the workshop while at the same time creating soil for Elena as a designer.

While Zizzy admired Luca's skill, Elena suddenly seemed unable to understand the situation.

"Of course I'll publish about the dress I've had. I need to be prepared to take some mud, but I'm pretty sure it's topical. That wouldn't be a bad debut, would it?

"Brother..."

"... I really wanted to get the stage ready for you sooner. I'm really sorry I'm late."

Seeing Luca smiling bitterly, Elena blurted and cried zero.

One overflowing after another. As I wipe it with my desperate palm, a hazy luka softly hugs me. Then the emotions finally became uncontrollable, and Elena kept crying without a voice in her brother's chest.

Tsitsy was seeping her eyes so that she could follow her.