Translator: Michiko
Editor: Lastinline
“Uncle, this is um…”
I could hear his panicked voice from a short distance away.
Even the tone of his voice was different from when he spoke to me or Faus.
But without a doubt, it was the voice of His Highness Baldassare.
I looked for where he was and then saw his curly hair like that of a golden mane rise vigorously from among the garden trees.
We were in the cloister facing the garden.
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Pke usw fwpv plde vbl rakdnl qzukdt?&dcpr;
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Tkp Tszkdlpp zssjle nsze, okvb bkp qkpvp nzldnble.&dcpr;
Eyp kv yzz aktbv qsa y nzlatuxyd vs alpsav vs hkszldnl clqsal ralynbkdt?&dcpr;
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“G xlyz kp yd ynnlrvydnl sq vbl ralnkswp zkql sq ydsvbla. R byhl vsze usw xydu vkxlp vs valyv kv yp pynale.”&dcpr;
“That is why, uncle, your holiness will be sullied if you eat something made by a child with unknown background!”
“Baldassare, you must recognize how inflexible and narrow-minded your world is. Theodore Medico understood the precepts we must uphold, and responded in his own way. It was foolish of you to respond to it with such disrespect.”
“However, Uncle. I cannot stand you being sullied.”
I felt like their conversation was not on the same page.
In contrast to the jet-black haired Faus, His Highness Baldassare, with his flashy golden-colored hair, was arguing while his cheeks, evidently beaten, were red.
His face would be swollen tomorrow.
His Holiness Simone’s eyebrows knitted together in annoyance, and he sighed in exasperation.
“…For a month, come pray at the temple at sunrise.”
“Uncle!”
“Call me Sakuro Simone. I have lunch plans with Faustelaude.”
His Holiness went down to the garden straight away.
I wondered what he was going to do as he picked up the rice ball that the first prince had thrown away, dusted the sand off perfunctory, and tossed it into his mouth.
He ate…He would eat that?
Was it okay to eat? Wouldn’t it upset his stomach?
I turned to Faus in surprise, and he too was stunned with his golden eyes wide open.
Of course, the main culprit, His Highness Baldassare, had his mouth agape to the point that his jaw almost dropped.
He seemed to have said something, but it appeared to be inaudible.
As if nothing had happened, His Holiness Simone returned and bent down to make eye contact with us.
“Let’s go.”
The hand that had mercilessly sent the first prince flying took my hand in a gentle gesture.
My hand was lightly pressed against His Holiness’s forehead.
I wasn’t sure what exactly that gesture meant, but it was somehow uncomfortable for me to have my hand above His Holiness’ head.
“Even so he is the first prince. I hope you will accept an apology from me instead.”
“His Holiness. I…”
Sure enough. It’s obviously a big no-no for the high priest to apologize to a commoner. I tried to pull my hand away in a panic, but my hand didn’t even budge in his grasp.
Truly, the beastmen were strong!
“Will you accept, Theodore-kun?”
“I accept. Your Holiness, I accept it so please stop already.”
“Thank you.”
His Holiness, smiling sweetly, had the same gentle expression on his face like when I had first met him.
Please always look like that. I was scared.
“Older brother didn’t say sorry, Uncle.”
Faus nonchalantly ruined everything right when it looked like it was going to settle.
He pointed at the slumped first prince in discontent.
His Holiness’ gaze, as he glanced at the garden, was icy, and I thought I was going to wet my pants for a moment.
“I’ll punish him later, so will you let this slide for now? Faustelaude. Adults have to keep up appearances before they apologize.”
“When I do something wrong, I earnestly say I’m sorry!
“You are a good boy, Faustelaude. But your brother is a bad boy.”
“My older brother is a bad boy?”
“That’s right. No matter how many times I try to discipline him, he’s a bad boy who won’t listen.”
“I listen to you properly. I am a good boy so I also eat celery, onions, and carrots!”
“You overcame that much? Well done, Faustelaude. There, there.”
Faus smiled broadly when he was patted on the head.
“Theo made ‘rice’ into rice balls for me, so I ate them properly. I eat a lot!”
He got over-excited and said such things while standing on tiptoe to press his head against His Holiness’ palm.
His black tail wagged in happiness.
“I see. I’m looking forward to them too, the rice balls.”
“Theo’s rice balls are mine! Uncle, you just ate one!”
“Hahaha! I certainly did.”
Faus, who as usual insisted that what I made was his own, of all people, asked His Holiness to put up with a rice ball with sand on it that had been thrown away.
His Holiness was smiling happily, but I felt a headache coming on.
That wouldn’t do, Faus.
Let’s have His Holiness eat properly.
You behaved properly like a prince against His Highness Baldassare earlier, so why did you go back to being a selfish prince again?
TN: I might not be able to update weekly as I said last week because of nerves problem. I can’t use the screen for a long period of time. I am sorry. Enjoy reading.
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