Tensei Oujo wa Kyou mo Hata o Tatakioru

Hard shoe sounds resonate in a space that is not very large.

This is one of the libraries in the castle, so to speak, an annex. The amount of books is not very large.

However, there are many valuable books that are not in the main building that exists separately on the site of the castle. Moreover, since only a limited number of people are allowed to enter, there is no need to worry about the public.

Klaus may be worried because there are many blind spots on shelves and steps.

The windows are not big enough for people to get in and out.

Safe and quiet. It's a very good environment to focus on.

Stop at the shelf and pick up a book. It was old, but not well-maintained, or not musty.

Climb short stairs and go to the back. Hold two more and go further.

Maps, medical books, and the rest ...

?

I heard a small noise.

Move the line of sight from the bookshelf toward the sound. At the end of the wall, a narrow window is designed to prevent the book from being damaged.

Before that, a man stood alone.

"!"

I didn't notice the sign, I was astonished and stepped backwards.

However, the man quietly turned the pages of the book without coming to me.

A majestic intruder ... not a. The profile was familiar to me.

The pale platinum blond that shines in response to the light that shines thinly is white. Unlike my hair that rolls round and round, thin hair without habit casts a shadow on a beautiful forehead.

Eyes framed by long eyelashes are clear winter sky blue. The lips that follow from the well-formed nose are thin, and you can't pick up any emotional fragments from a too well-formed profile.

"Are you reading too?"

"Well ..."

The man asks without seeing this.

Even though I wasn't blamed, I stopped breathing for a moment.

"... Why are you?"

Don't answer the question, ask back. After squeezing my throat, the voice squeezed out was not hard, but very hard.

"..."

The man closes the book after a few seconds.

He turned his face slowly toward me, who shook his shoulders in a responsive manner, even to a less loud sound. The pale eyes of the pigment reflect me.

"Is it strange that I am in my castle?"

Even the gestures of leaning lightly are like paintings. Despite the mid-thirties, there are no wrinkles, even spots.

I stared at the man with a beautiful and beautiful appearance, and endured my desire to escape, so I shook my head.

"No. Father"

"Really"

The name of the man in front of me is Randolph von Velfalt.

My Majesty, the current King of the Nebel Kingdom, is my father.

I called my father, but there is hardly any real feeling that she is a parent and child.

It's not a relationship where you can easily meet, and you have never felt affection. And above all, I am a little weak at this person.

I don't have any doubt that the top of the country is wandering around without taking one of them, but I don't want to get involved.

Quickly find the desired object and let it go.

I decided so, and tried to concentrate on finding books as originally planned.

But.

Even if there is nothing, the shelf I want to see is in front of that person, right?

The materials related to history must have been the innermost.

Peeping, stealing and looking sideways.

Dad was slowly turning the pages of the book without showing any signs of retreat. Do you have to say that you should retreat?

Retreat, retreat, retreat. Let me remind you, it has no effect.

The cold eyes pursuing the letters, the stiff white fingers turning the page, and the self-paced movement as if there were no neighbors.

The indifferent profile was just beautiful, just like a tantrum.

"... If you look so much, a hole will open."

"!"

How long have you been watching?

I remember my father's fingertips reciprocating four or five times, but since then I haven't counted them, I'm not sure, but I was amazed.

"If you have a need, say it. What is your mouth for?"

What was told plainly was a very natural word. However, it is very frustrating.

While making a fist with this bastard, I smiled.

"Sorry, I wanted to read a history book."

Tells him to retreat in the dark, but his father does not seem to move. He didn't intend to give up the place, so he looked at the bookshelf and me alternately, and after a while, opened his mouth.

"When is it?"

"...?"

"Tell me what you want to find out."

Why do you hear that?

When I was not confused, I muttered that my father was dull and dull.

Pu-oh-oh-oh! Muka Tsukuuuuuuu !!

"I'm the Demon King!"

When he told him to shout, he stopped moving for a moment.

Eyes without color like thin ice reflect me. I stare at his eyes, unable to read the undulations of emotion.

"... Do you want a fairy tale?"

"... That's not."

The low voice is still flat. There is no anger, no pleasure, and no reading of emotion fragments.

But for some reason, it was scary. As if the blade was pressed against the scruff, the heart shook.

Perhaps I didn't know and touched the dragon scales.

Still, I couldn't help but deny.

"The Demon King is not in the story, it is not a fable to wake up a wake-up child."

"Do you want to say that it is real? What can only be left in the description of an old book any longer?"

"The calligraphy is a living proof of the ancestors. It is a gift of our ancestors who, after hundreds of years, have lost their memory after the memories of the people have weathered (later)."

Involuntarily, I get back to my heart.

You couldn't give up just because you knew there was a Demon King in this world.

How frightening were the people who fought the Demon King? How hard was it?

I was breached unilaterally, witnessing the power beyond my knowledge. Even if I continue to be robbed, erased, and trampled, I can't help but fear and respect those who struggle without giving up.

Their results, the proof of miracles. Life that continued to resist.

The descendants of the country that sealed the Demon King, the ruler, would not be able to despise the fairy tale.

"I said I wanted to read a history book. I hope you do not make a mistake."

Face each other so as to glare from below.

I was afraid to curb my fears, but my father muttered shortly without being angry or amazed.

"Really"

eh. that's all?

There is also a shoulder watermark. Earlier, there was a horror that could be executed immediately if you made a mistake in every word.

The intimidation was scattered. Nothing is left behind, and I think it was even a vision.

My father closes the book at hand and puts it back on the shelf, passing by my side.

What was it now?

"If so, come back to my room later."

"eh?"

I closed my eyes one beat later than the words left when I left.

Look back in a hurry. Without stopping, he continued to talk in small talk.

"I control the books about the Demon King. I'll show you if you want."

I couldn't return a word on my back, just standing out.

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