Chapter 4 - I do not have time to speak with your Highness (2)

Chapter 4: I do not have time to speak with your Highness (2)

 

When I looked up, I saw a beautiful man.

 

His Royal Highness, Prince Zafild Louis Lapishenta.

 

He is the younger brother of Prince Sazanzir and the second prince. They almost look like each other but unlike his brother, he has long silver hair with long legs. He was commonly called “Silver Prince”.

 

Also, His Royal Highness Zafild is shorter, and the outer corners of his eyes are a little lower.

 

He doesn’t have any particular engagement. There’s a rumor that he is playing with a lot of women.

 

I have been getting along well with His Royal Highness Prince Zafild, who is my age and in the same class, as I have plans for him to become my younger brother-in-law in the future.

 

Such he tells mercilessly.

 

“I had a fight with my brother a while ago, but … why don’t you stop? If you want to exercise, dancing is enough, right?”

 

“I don’t like it. I want to be stronger.”

 

While facing away, I tried to pick up the fallen sword. However, His Royal Highness Zafild pulled my arm for some reason. I took my hand back.

 

“Ah! The skin on my hands has peeled off … doesn’t it hurt?”

 

“… That hurts.”

 

What hurts, hurts. I couldn’t help but put up with it. So if I admit it honestly, my face was smiling more than His Highness’s brother, His Highness Zafild.

 

“Ahaha. But do you want to continue?”

 

“Yes, of course.”

 

“Shall I teach you how to tap?”

 

“Huh?”

 

When I opened my eyes to the sudden proposal which I am thankful for, His Royal Highness Zafild gently stroked my hand.

 

“I can’t help it, so I’ll teach you the basics of the sword. I wish I could use Sparta.”

 

His Highness Zafild is a first-year student who is touted as the ace of the swordsmanship club. Unlike His Highness, he specializes in martial arts.

 

A brain brother and a martial arts brother. They have a reputation for being very well-balanced princes.

 

I’m so grateful for the suggestion from his younger brother that can help me through.

 

“Is it okay?” Although everyone was against learning the sword.

 

His Royal Highness Zafild put his hand around my neck. Then I flipped my hair, which looked like a horse’s tail, with my fingertips.

 

“Instead, let’s stop training in public, because everyone is lustful for Lelouche’s white nape.”

 

“Now⁉”

 

That was the reason for the flickering and gaze, and when I looked at the swordsmen who were training, everyone lost their gaze all at once. I hold my face involuntarily.

 

Enough! It’s been a while since I wasn’t able to stay like this! That’s why I can’t have a fiancé forever⁉

 

I can hear the joyful laughter of His Highness Zafild.

 

At night, I performed the gestures I heard from His Highness Zafild about 100 times. I fell to bed as if I was tired and fainted.

 

I met God again.

 

“Oh God. I’m glad you came to see me tonight.”

 

“… Is that a sarcasm that you don’t come every day?”

 

“No way. Are you really happy?”

 

Every night, God appeared in my dream. To be honest, I think just a little “Here we go again” but I don’t dislike it. I’m worried about myself every night but I don’t feel tired the next morning.

 

And if you knew that you could talk to God … the feeling of trembling with fear of death would be lost.

 

In a pure white world tonight, I will meet God.

 

“So what kind of sermon are you giving today?”

 

“Preaching”

 

“When I started practicing the sword, it was really noisy, wasn’t it?”

 

“noisy……”

 

Oh, or I said something I didn’t want to do. But was it really noisy? It was dangerous, or there was nothing that could be learned overnight.

 

Still, it seems that it is not good for discipline and cause and effect that God is involved in reality, though it’s just verbal.

 

Such God is still looking with his eyebrows crossed.

 

“Well…Are you sure you’re going to keep practicing?”

 

“Of course.”

 

“An amateur woman trained for 100 days… You can’t get rid of professional assassins. You cannot protect that man.”

 

‘You’ll never know unless you try.’

 

I’m going to deny it instantly, but… Don’t speak out so seriously. There’s nothing more scary than the serious face of a good looking man.

 

I looked down, and God said, “Keep your eyes open”.

 

“If you do such a barren thing, you should have more fun. Is there anything you want to do more? You can go on a trip, eat delicious food, play … At the end of your training and education, are you really good?”

 

“……Of course”

 

My line of sight is lowered but not the corner of the mouth. I always smile. Gracefully. And beautifully. Even if it gets wet with sweat and blood-that’s my pride.

 

Even so, I keep smiling.

 

“Come on!”

 

“……Have it your way!”

 

Oh. God turned away and disappeared. How cute it is to be persistent.

 

“See you tomorrow.”

 

I close my eyelids slowly so that I can wake up from my dreams.

 

Thank you God. I shall see you tomorrow.