80 Another Story: Abandoned Princes And Wolf Girls 02
Furniture is minimal, but there is a complete set of beds, tables, closets, etc. that you think you need. Although, I don't have any clothes in my closet.
Still, the acrylic is making my eyes peel with restlessness. Responding to the acrylic mood, my tail and wolf ears are also shaking loosely.
"Make sure you're in this room until I get here. Use the bell next to the bed if you need it. There are others but me, but when you get out of this room, don't think you can guarantee your life."
"... you mean to be killed?
"They also have a position. I made up my mind to protect you. [M] If you don't listen to me, I won't guarantee it."
"... who is Al?
"It's just Al"
Acrylic looked surprised not to be satisfied with Algard's response, but decided to convince him that it was his fault that he had originally broken into the hall for stealing.
But that seemed strange to acrylics. How can Al protect himself? And. Acrylic also knows that if you leave the room, you may be killed, which means that your existence is not well thought out.
Acrylic stared jiggly at Algard's face out of doubt, but when he noticed his gaze, Algard smiled and showed it.
"You may be anxious, but I won't let you live badly. It's just that I'm interested in acrylics."
"Interested, what?
"That Acrylic may be a resident of the Kingdom of Cambus. And should I say to the kingdom of Palettia, a beast like you? Such races do not exist. Because I wanted to know about the ecology and life."
"... that's what I'm talking about."
I'm interested in myself, acrylic distorted my brow uncomfortably by the word.
The reaction is proof that the acrylic was clearly uncomfortable. Freeze your attitude. Acrylic whines small.
"... that's who you are, too"
"I don't know what you mean by honoring me... but at least I hear your treatment hasn't been good before."
Algardo squeaks without looking particularly concerned about the reaction of the acrylic.
"It would be nice if you could judge me by my upcoming behavior if I were the same person you say I am. If you don't like it, you can run away. I don't lock it. But I can't guarantee your life from there. I hope that's all you know now."
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No more acrylic returns anything to Algard's words. I'm just silent, staring at Algard.
Algard says nothing and keeps his back on the acrylic and heads to the door.
"Well, get some rest. Let the meal deliver three meals in the morning, day and night. The clothes... wait a minute. And you had a habit of taking a bath?
"Bath......?... usually in the water."
"Right. I'd be in trouble if you weren't so tidy here. It will come with surveillance, but we'll be ready later. Yeah, surveillance doesn't mean we're going in there. You should take your time alone."
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"... what's up?
"Kick, clean up... don't think you can free my body...!
Kiku, and acrylics that show resistance posture as you hug your own body. Algardo turned his eyes round to such acrylic words.
Then Algard bent his back and began to indulge in what seemed like a big laugh. Acrylics blink at reactions I never thought I would.
"Oh well. Did you ever worry about that? I'm sorry, I didn't get around to it."
"Huh...?
"I'm not going to treat you like a slave. As far as I'm concerned, I'm willing to invite you as a guest."
"... customers?
"Oh. I want you to hang out with me for about a little experiment, but I'm not going to make you feel painful, and I'm not going to treat you like a livestock or animal. You are my guest. I hope you'll forgive me for not waving the big hand."
Acrylic stared at Algard with his eyes round and his mouth poking open.
Deepening his grin at the distracted acrylic, Algardo tried to leave the room intact.
"And I'm not interested in kids"
"Become -!?"
Acrylic faces stain bright red all at once on words like those containing laughter.
The sound of the door being closed sounds and the acrylic is left alone in the room. Puffy trembling, the acrylic reversing her tail and ear hair sucked in her breath loudly and screamed.
"Bhahhhh!!"
"Dear Algard,"
It was the man in the old butler's clothes who appeared without sound behind Algard, the Algard who followed the acrylic room.
It looks quite old, but the back is not bent and it also seems as if it contains one core.
The hair, completely dyed white, is wrapped up in an all-back, an old man who embodies exactly what a butler can do.
"Clive."
"We apologize for not noticing the discovery of this trespasser"
Deeply bowing old man, Algard's gaze toward Clive is calm.
Clive is a minister who takes the lead in taking care of Algard around him. But Algard doesn't think he needs to be that much either. That's why I don't give a shit about this one.
"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.