Aobara-hime no Yarinaoshi Kakumeiki

There was a noise, a huge mass of air coming from Alicia's mouth, and she climbed up every step of the way.

Again, this place. Comfortable similar to giving up, Alicia stared at the bottom of the dark water.

Not so much, an orange flame swaying in the shadows envelops the area. The cry of the revolution persists as the rising flame moves.

I don't like it anymore.

Limits.

Rounding her little body, Alicia held her ears tight.

He drove fear and anxiety to the bottom of his chest and tried to smile.

He munched his mind and body, confronted the future, and tried to scratch his feet.

But memories of the previous life hunt themselves down as if they were laughing at such resistance. The future and other unchanged, the effort is futile, frustrates Alicia's mind.

How many more times will I repeat this despair?

How many more repetitions can we get out of this despair?

And there was a noise, and some foot standing in front of me entered my sight. When I was followed and looked up, I had eyes with Clovis Cromwell, who looked down at me cold, just like that night.

Unlike every night I crept back, wonder and Alicia's heart was never anointed with fear. In that change, it was “pain” that struck Alicia in the chest.

“Hey, Clovis. Why did you kill me?"

To Alicia's inquiry, he did not move the face of beauty, nor did the man silently look back at the princess. Alicia saw her crying, distorted face in the purple eyes that she found untouched.

“You still hate me so much that you want to kill me?"

Clovis quietly proceeded through the room after gently closing the door in his rear hand to avoid waking his sleeping husband up to mischief. It's the first time I've been in her bedroom, but the large ceiling claimed the place, so there was no makeover to get close to the bed, even in the dark.

Clovis' chest ached to be tightened when he approached slowly to avoid making any noise and standing beside it revealed what his husband looked like.

The princess's face was so blue and white that she could see it in such darkness. That's why I get the illusion that she's going to fall asleep in deep sleep.

(Dear Alicia......)

She's an unusual princess.

She's never proud of it when she says it's on her undisputed noble body. So much so that people's nostalgia, which can be considered innocent, sometimes make them forget the fact that she is the princess of one country.

Clovis still wonders that he is in the position of an aide with Alicia. Because when I first saw her, the vague certainty that she and Alicia lived in a different world filled Clovis' chest.

A blue rose blooming in Heilland, pouring out the love of the Father King all by himself.

With that adorability, I captivate all my subjects, beautiful princess.

It was as if it were the opposite of me.

Zach Graham, a great sinner by turning the queen into a traitor who tried to be a deceased. The portrait was all burned as ominous, but it was a famous story that he had pitch-black hair and rare purple eyes that were taken over from generation to generation by the Graham family.

Even the blood relatives neglected Clovis, who had taken over the exterior features of the great sinner in colour. My mother, in particular, was extremely reluctant to put Clovis in sight, a reminder of the shame of the clan, and ordered the servants to turn away.

So he struck into study, into swordsmanship, in search of what would be his weapon. Fortunately, Clovis had something more clever than a person, and with his extraordinary efforts, he went up to graduating from the Royal College as chief.

Still, my parents and blood relatives had no eye for Clovis. Besides, the more Clovis pulled out and excelled, the more eyes on his origins, the more incessant he tried to discredit.

I had no choice, I gave up.

I can't escape the curse of Zach Graham for the rest of my life.

“I command you as princess. Clovis, serve by my side."

Therefore, when the princess grabbed his hand, Clovis doubted my eyes that he might even be seeing a phantom.

Clear eyes like the sky on a sunny day stared at Clovis without any hesitation. Rin, who dwelt in his eyes a strong light and took Clovis' hand and set it up as if to show the way, was too noble and beautiful.

When he noticed, Clovis was kneeling on the spot. A tremor ran on Clovis' back as he felt his chest filled hot with unparalleled happiness.

I was born to serve this man.

You must put all of our own into service to Princess Alicia.

Dear Alicia, I was saved that day by you.

Clovis sat down in the chair beside him, watching the young sleeping face, who was bewitched and distressed. Hoping that her suffering would decrease, I realized how helpless and unusable I was to be around.

There was no one in Clovis who would be there to comfort me, neither the night I was made to have a high fever, nor the night I cried alone without love from anyone.

That was no longer normal for him, so I'm not going to hurt my chest about it any more now. But when I look at the girl who suffers in front of me, I think I should have learned as much as I could about tampering with the human being that is being done.

And I saw the princess's hand move ticklishly to ask for something. After getting a little lost, Clovis gently wrapped his little hand around it.

Alicia grabbed Clovis' hand, even on a whim.

A glowing princess reached out to Clovis, who wandered alone in the invisible darkness of the exit. I can't save her like that, what's an aide?

- Don't suffer, Master Alicia. Mine, just one loved one.

Clovis was desperately chanting words of prayer for Alicia as she put her strength into those hands without realizing it.