80 Another Story: Abandoned Princes and Wolf Girls 02 (2/2)

”No, we're turning the hall around with the smallest number of people. And maintaining the museum is not your business. I'm in a position to hire a servant to take care of you.”

”Play.”

”Seriously.”

Algard is an abandoned prince. I have lost my right to inherit the throne, and as a royalty, I am done.

It's okay to treat him the same way as a civilian, but Algardo feels that not to do so is due to the warmth of the Clives his father put on Algardo.

So Algard is trying to take care of himself as much as he can, but if Clive wants to, he won't even be forced to stop. Clive just happened to be out of his seat during the acrylic intrusion. That's all there is to it.

”If anything should happen to Master Algard, I am sorry to His Majesty the Father”

”... now we're talking. Stop talking about speculation that isn't even there, Clive. You don't want to be called Master Clive, do you? Take your respect off me, too.”

Clive was originally a deacon on Algard's father, Lord Orphans.

He retreated from the line from that age and rushed to the place where he had enjoyed the rest of his life when he heard the news of Algard's abandonment.

And when Algard went to the border, he came with me as the person in charge. I think he gets that far because there was a time when Algardo was also adored by Clive when he was a kid.

Before Clive retreated from the line, he was a heartfelt old man who gently taught Algard his mindset as a prince and his father's feat. Therefore, as an Algard, I can't get out strongly...

”That Lord Algard does not believe in His Majesty's warmth?

”... I feel warmth, but I'm telling you not to bring up family feelings or anything. I'm not allowed to do this anymore. Don't abuse me too much.”

”... awed”

Algard feels that what was between us was that Clive was dissatisfied with the status quo.

That's not so much about the environment as about Algardo himself. I can't say I don't have anything to think about it, but to swallow honestly, Algardo is aware of what he is making me persevere.

That's why I don't want you to touch me. It's good to take care of yourself on your own. I don't complain about that. But don't just try to preach your family's untrained or emotional feelings.

”So, this is that girl who worked the theft... with the intention of being seriously protected?

”Ah. I'll see what I can find out here if there's any danger... why don't you put a bulletin in my sister”

”To His Royal Highness King Anisphere?

”That sister would be brave and happy to prepare you for better treatment than here.”

Acrylics are not normal people. Algard stares at the possibility of holding a ”demon stone”.

Demonic stones supposedly created by demons eating spirits and degenerating spiritual stones created in the body.

It is an organ that is originally present in demons, but I am guessing that acrylics are more of a kind than they are also present in human-shaped demons.

I do not believe that acrylics with such a background can normally live in the Kingdom of Palletia. The Cambus kingdom, which seems to be her hometown, is also riddled with mystery, so I can't even say that I should return to the country.

Algard thought the future of acrylics would be brighter if he spoke to that unusual, odd sister.

”Clive, I'm sorry, can you get me a change of clothes for the acrylic?

”We are men's belts. If it's women's clothing, let's negotiate when sourcing in the village.”

”I'm sorry. I think I know more...”

”Don't let anyone near that girl.”

”Ah. Don't get your hands on it if you find it. If you're leaving here, you don't have to chase me. Missed him. That's where I left my hand. I can't be held responsible for wild drowning. We can't let the dead die here.”

”... you say?

To Algard's words, Clive hammers as he asks his intentions.

Algard nodded one and then said:

”That looks like a kid, but... - he's strong. You must be trained for something.”

(... weird guy)

Acrylic was having a sleepless night. After that, I took a bath with Algard's guidance and was returned to my room, surprised by its comfort.

When the night came and put me in a beautiful bed, on the contrary, I felt more comfortable than restless. It was a man named Al who made me think of acrylics that kept doing such incredible things.

Even though Acrylic knew about the existence of a bath, he thought it was something that had nothing to do with him, and bathing in the water wasn't something he could do every day.

It's not like they let me use the bed or anything superior when I go to bed, and they gave me a blanket and I trembled in the cold.

”... warm. Smell of the day......”

I reposition myself in the thighs and futon and inhale the smell of the sheets all over me.

Comfortable as a lie, comfortable. That's why doubts about Algard just swell up.

I thought that I was really interested in myself because I treated myself like a whore as a strange slave, but I was also told that I was not interested.

”... then why”

Acrylic doesn't know. Because I don't know this warmth applied to Algardo. So I don't know why Algard makes me so good to myself.

So I thought it was creepy, but I couldn't help but come closer to Algard, which also led to a relaxation of my guard. Because it still makes sense.

”... Al...”

Am I allowed to stay here?

No one can hear the inquiry. Drowsingly inviting acrylic eyes slowly fall.

I don't notice acrylics falling asleep. That a tear fell from his eyes.

On that day, Acrylic was able to sleep for the first time in a long time.