Hiiro (21)
A muffled groan is heard from Akagi, who covered his face with his hands.
“Master Nijou Akegi, this being a place for fair discussions set up by the Royal court, there is a minimum level of courtesy. Apologize to Prince Hiiro.”
Except for the Royal family, he is the head of the highest-ranking family in the country.
Normally, even if he let out a few disrespectful words, it would be unlikely that they would have been pursued.
It’s not hard to imagine that his blood pressure has risen even more.
Involuntarily, a genuine smile seemed about to come out on my face.
I tightened my expression and maintained a faint smile at the corner of my lips.
“… I see that you have retained some vestiges of your former name. I have never known someone could move in and out of the Royal family as they please.”
Hm? He did not apologize, huh. What a sly fellow. Oh well.
“I don’t accept being accused of having murderous intent. Neither I nor Otoha have any recollection of it.”
“I sent letters many times, pleading for Otoha to be returned here for the treatment of her sick older sister. I even visited your mansion in person. However, you did not accept, Your Highness.”
Akesora spoke carefully, suppressing his anger.
He might be more talented than his father. Hang in there.
“I did state the reason for not being able to hand her over. Was there any flaw in what I said?”
“Do you mean the thing about how Otoha’s life would be lost in saving her older sister’s life?”
“So my words have reached you, haven’t they? It was very annoying to have such a large number of people come to the mansion over and over again for something that could have been solved by a letter.”
“Otoha existed to save her older sister. That was the meaning of her existence, and what she should do. In that, there may be times when she loses her life. It was unavoidable. She abandoned what she should have done. That life lost its meaning, and only guilt remains.”
He seemed to genuinely think that way. There is no artificial discomfort in his grief over his sister’s death and his glare at Otoha.
He said it straight, having been brought up like that. Sawa looked admiringly at her son.
Akegi, who seemed to have calmed down after hearing Akesora’s words, also gazed at the two with a gentle look. A beautiful family scene.
Next to me, Otoha, who eagerly uncovered the lid of the brought green tea, was lifting the teacup and smelling it with great interest.
I think it’s still too hot for you, though, Naruhito. And as I was thinking that, he brought the cup to his lips.
He twitched, hastily put down the teacup, and opened his mouth. Holding his jaw, when I looked at his tongue peeking out, it was red.
It seems he has a cat’s tongue because he hasn’t had much warm food before.
While thinking, “Oh well,” I licked his tongue. Otoha, sitting next to Naruhito and wiping up the slightly spilled tea with a tissue, smacked my head with a petulant sound.
“Prince Hiiro, that’s enough. Naru, if there’s steam coming out, you have to blow on it first.”
She whispered a warning. Turning away after releasing my hand from Naruhito, the beautiful family was staring at us.
Ah, what was the conversation about?