Having finished the match with Sandra, we returned to my room, but…
“Um… Sandra, shouldn’t you go back to your own room?”
“With the decisive battle tomorrow, my spirits are high. Even if I spend time alone in my room, I surely won’t be able to calm down.”
“That might be true, but wouldn’t the same be true even in my room…?”
“That’s not the case. Being by Lord Hal’s side brings me great peace.”
Sandra placed her hand on her chest as she declared that.
But, could someone please tell me why her eyes are glowing red?
“Master surely thinks you’re a nuisance. Shouldn’t you realize that already?”
“Be quiet, you Junk.”
Lyra, who had been silent until now, interjected, and Sandra directed a murderous gaze at her.
Their constant animosity is troubling.
“However, Young Lady, there’s some truth in what Lyra says. With the decisive battle tomorrow, Prince Harold needs to rest well.”
“Ugh…”
“This Monica alone will take care of Prince Harold. So, Young Lady and Lyra, please withdraw for today.”
“I won’t allow it! I won’t allow it!”
“That’s right. I will take care of Master. Of course, he will also take care of me.”
…What kind of argument are these three having?
A battle to win the right to take care of me is something no one wants.
“Hal, you’re having a hard time, aren’t you?”
“You can say that again…”
Caz, perched on my shoulder, gently placed a foreleg on my cheek, and I slumped my shoulders.
“Hey, hey… Hal often says that being with me is ‘healing,’ right…?”
“? Ah, that’s right.”
“T-Then! To prepare for tomorrow, I’ll heal Hal tonight!”
Oh geez, why does my partner say such things with sparkling eyes? It’s too cute.
“Then, I guess I’ll ask you to. Sleeping with Caz is warm and comfortable, and really healing…”
“Caz-san, what are you trying to do behind our backs?”
“Eh!?”
Before I knew it, the three of them surrounded me and Caz, exerting intense pressure.
I mean, what are they trying to accomplish by fighting over a kitten Demon Beast?
“H-Heh heh! I’m Hal’s partner, so I’m going to sleep with him! I do it every day!”
“In that case, I am Lord Hal’s wife, you know.”
“I am Prince Harold’s one and only Personal Maid.”
“Don’t forget that I am the only one who has the right to be treated as Master’s ‘tool’.”
They finally started an ugly fight, and I held my head in my hands.
Haa… Tomorrow is the decisive battle, you know…
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“Snore… Snore…”
Careful not to wake Caz, who was sleeping soundly, I slowly got out of bed.
Damn it, I’m too excited to sleep at all.
Peeking out the window, the full moon, more reddish than usual, was shining brightly in the night sky, and I couldn’t shake off an ominous feeling…
“What are you getting so weak about? I did everything I could, didn’t I?”
I shook my head vigorously, encouraging myself.
Still, the Coup d’état is Harold’s bad end in “Engage Hazard.” It can’t be helped that I’m feeling anxious.
“Haa… I’ll just get back in bed and close my eyes… wait.”
I saw a small figure outside the window.
Is that… Sandra?
I put on a jacket, left the room, and headed to the dormitory’s backyard.
“Ah, haha, it really was Sandra.”
“Lord Hal…”
I called out to Sandra, who was looking up at my room’s window, with a wry smile.
Her eyes were a deep blue, and combined with the night sky, they looked very magical.
“Could it be, you can’t sleep?”
“Yes…”
“Then you’re the same as me.”
Taking Sandra’s small hand, we moved to the flower bed, spread out a Handkerchief, and had her sit down. I sat down next to her.
“…Lord Hal, after defeating King Aival, what do you intend to do?”
“It’s decided. I’ll quickly remove myself from the Royalty and officially become your Adopted Son-in-Law.”
I clearly told Sandra, who was looking at me with a somewhat anxious expression.
This idea hasn’t changed at all.
“However, the situation is no longer the same as before. Many nobles have responded to Lord Hal’s Inciting Declaration, and other countries are supporting you precisely because it’s Lord Hal. After defeating King Aival, they will surely want to make Lord Hal the next king…!?”
“I refuse. I don’t want to become king.”
I stopped Sandra’s cute mouth with my index finger and shrugged.
In the first place, a throne seized in a Coup d’état will only be followed by conflict with the Rebel Faction. At worst, I might have to live in fear of assassination for the rest of my life.
More than anything, if that were to happen, my wife Sandra would be in danger.
“Um… Sandra, I have a favor to ask…”
“A favor?”
“Yeah. After defeating King Aival, if those around us try to push me to become king, will you… run away with me?”
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