Princess Reincarnation

"Finally"

"I'm so tired .." said Lutz.

“…………”

The sound of the horse's nail clippings was very peaceful. Sitting on his horse next to me, Lutz continued to stare straight ahead with empty eyes, like the eyes of a dead fish. Looking at the blue sky, I did not respond. None of us really had the urge for small talk.

When we were kidnapped, I was first dumped on the wagon floor, and then I went to sea with magic that I had not yet dealt with. I was tense all the time, so I was tired.

Even moving one finger required work, and as my attention drifted, my eyelids began to close.

At this point, I want to sleep faster, even if only a little.

For now, our neighbor from Vind will keep King Sckellz's private army in custody. Further problems arise from here outside the property of our comrade; our role ends here.

If Lutz and I had been forcibly smuggled into the Vind kingdom, I believe the two princes would probably have thought of something to get us out.

After many questions, we were sent on our way.

The knights we surrendered to show the border fortress that His Majesty seems to live in, but we politely declined the offer to stay.

We can do all the rest we want after returning.

At our response, the dedicated knights hesitated, but no one offered a protest after Lutz said, "This is our first time without the chokers, so if we lose consciousness and somehow lose control. ”

Although she must have been more jaded than I was, Lutz seemed to share my feelings.

Even if we don't pose much of a threat, it will be annoying if we make it difficult for others to stay in the castle, so we have to hold ourselves back, I said, feeling full of fear, and he readily agreed with an unusual obedience to her.

"I want to ..," he said.

He barely moved himself, so I started to worry that he was asleep on his horse.

Whahuh? I thought, turning to look at him. He continued to stare subconsciously in front of her.

"…return . ”

“…………”

A whispering confession is a common expression.

But it was the first time such words had come out of his lips.

When Lutz and I met at the orphanage it was summer and we were both seven years old.

My first impression was that he looked like a ghost.

With almost white silver hair and pale skin, she was so faint that it disappeared into the background with the old flowers of the garden. Her soft hands and feet looked nothing at a boy my age.

The only unique thing about his image, the deep indigo color in his eyes, had lost his life, and he almost seemed alive.

How should you raise someone to make this pale imitation of life?

I understood the answer as soon as I asked.

Lutz has always lived a life of concealment. Except for his parents, no one knew of his whereabouts. Not grandparents who live far away, or people in their neighborhood.

Hows it? I was wondering . As a newborn, there was no way they knew that he had any talent as a magician. But even then, there may be no savings for Lutz. His outer appearance was normal, but signs of his ability might have already begun to materialize.

When a magician uses magic, the color of their eyes often changes. My possession went from red to gold, and Lutz went from blue to silver.

One has almost no power as a baby, so even though one might say magic, it should be so weak that he can barely sense it with your senses. In any case, I guess there may be times when one's eyes might change color.

Did her parents realize that, and decided to lock her up? Since they are dead now, I can only guess how he lived until now.

When he was sent to an orphanage, Lutz never opened up to anyone around him and ended up as a loner.

Well, even if you talk to him he just ignores you, so he gets what he deserves. I was the only one who wanted to go up to him.

My story is a bit like her. When I was born, I was immediately left in front of the orphanage. By the time we met, I had already been in the orphanage longer than the other children, and had become something similar to a surrogate brother for the children. I like them, but I can never wholeheartedly think of them as family. Maybe because I vaguely suspected I was different.

The more I yearn for the future that has rejected me, the more terrifying, and over time, the strangling I become.

Lutz continued to be indifferent to me, but only by her side did this pressure subside and I was able to breathe a sigh of relief. The time I spent in his company increased.

Behind the orphanage, there was a small mountain. A giant tree had grown there, and the base had become his favorite place. As soon as he finished his daily tasks, that was where he left, and I followed him at will, sleeping on the branches of the giant tree. It became our daily routine.

Lutz will read, and I will sleep. We barely spoke. Before sunset, I would say, "Let's go back," and he never once answered.

I can say with confidence that the orphanage may not be our home. Not for Lutz .. and also for me.

10 year. Winter

I reveal the fact that I have magic to the Father.

A few years earlier, I had felt a slight uncontrollable force within me. Magic easily affected the emotion reels, and in my case, I was easily overcome with "anger".

One day, I was pulled aside by the Father. Uncomfortable with the idea that we were together, the father carefully suggested that I keep my distance from Lutz. He is a "problem child" who does not seek to fit in. I was a "good kid" who got along with everyone.

I became irritated by the flowery speech he used to try and persuade me.

You don't know shit! I growled, my body quickly burned.

When I saw how shocked Dad was, the feeling of despair and resignation kept me in check.

I really am a monster, I thought.

It was only thanks to Lutz that I didn't lose control right then and there.

Seeing something amiss, the children begin to gather, with Lutz at the forefront. He extended his hand to my burning body, and froze in our clash of strength.

"I'm the same type of monster as him" he said. I can never forget the expression on the face of the Father. Fear and despair. Humiliation and mercy. All the dark emotions were boiling in the same pot, and he looked at us with my eyes.

However, the Father insisted we were "good children".

You're a good kid, just a strong character. My family is important, he said.

He usually smiles when he makes contact with us, but if we show a little magic, he will berate us, saying it is evil. Magic is the power of Satan. The way he looked back then, I actually thought he was very similar to the Devil he was talking about.

It got to the point where he no longer even became annoyed.

The Father deliberately turned a blind eye to us.

He became desperate, and thought the problem would disappear if he ignored it.

For our sake, he's not angry. He cares about us, so he doesn't avoid our magic. He was "the one who couldn't accept children", that's all.

Time passed, and we were thirteen years old.

Our existence was eventually exposed to the kingdom, and our mistaken family game ended. The Father looked at the knights who had come to take us under their care, and although his lips moved in protest, relief shone on his face. Our relationship, which continues to ignore tensions, has deteriorated to the point where reconciliation is no longer possible. Without the need for coercion, it may finally happen right before our eyes.

We were taken to the royal palace, and it was there that we met the princess, who was three years younger than us.

Her wavy blonde blonde hair came down backwards, and her long lashes framed her big blue eyes with a bright sky color. Even for a person like me who barely touched the book, she was the image of a vaguely depicted storybook figure called a "daughter" with her gentle beauty and dignified beauty.

However, contrary to her innocent image, the princess who seemed to have been formed only with a sharp beauty like a whip. While I do, I would add he is also a bit strange.

At first, we were sure he had been ordered by his older brother to introduce himself and win our hearts, but we soon discovered how honest he was — was almost a mistake.

When we asked if he found us scary, when he was told to pity us, he stood in front of us and replied that we were scary, and that he did pity us.

With words returned bluntly, their poison lost its effect.

He is someone who will never allow us to get close, but the princess never loses interest and keeps talking to us.

He never got angry when Lutz rejected him, and little by little, he closed the gap between them. He dared to say he was going to feed her, but when he actually took out the handmade candy, of course we found it surprising. There had never been a plate of candy made by him that had not been wiped clean, for what he made was even more delicious than the potions cooked by the chef.

No matter how cynical I was, when I was faced with someone who was trying so hard to meet me halfway, I could no longer consider it just a facade. Before I knew it, my heart began to fill with the warmth he gave us.

That's a lot for me.

I will not ask the impossible, and hope that he accepts us as witches.

Although I strengthened my resolve …

He accepted us as we were, a long time ago. He never turns his eyes away like the Father has, he naturally accepts us, and most importantly, he stays by our side.

As soon as I realized that, my shoulders fell in relief.

I no longer need to fear the things that reject me. There was no need for me to turn my back on them and pretend not to see.

After all, no matter how cool we tried to act now it was pointless, as we were a stove and an ice shed. When I thought about it, I found it very strange, very funny, I couldn't stop laughing.

I want to stay here, I've been thinking.

With the princess, with Lutz, and myself. If I had it, there was nothing else I expected. No matter what our relationship is like, we will not complain.

Family Friend Even if it is between the master and his servant, I will accept it.

"Theo …"

"Mm …? You calling? "

I have lost in the memory of the past.

From the way he kept looking at me suspiciously, it seemed like he found my silence alarming.

"What made you suddenly fall silent?"

Stomach hurts? he added, and I looked at him in amazement.

The slightly amused words sounded indifferent, but I could tell from the look on his face he was really worried. It was a response I never imagined from the boy from the past.

“Wow, you're really getting soft. ”

"What! Someone's worried about you, and that's all you can say? Are you making fun of me? ”Say with heat, looking at me in disbelief.

Not only had he softened, his range of expression was also increasingly abundant.

"Well, I was touched. ”

"If it's the fight you want, just ask. ”

“Everything thanks to the princess. ”

"!"

Lutz's pale cheeks began to blush.

Lost for words, she turned her face away, trying to hide her flushed cheeks.

"You're stupid…"

"Maybe," I laughed with a light heart, and Lutz said nothing more.

After that, we quietly ascended to the royal city.

Along the way, we took naps when we could at rest, but by the time we finally arrived, we were completely exhausted. Half-dead things barely call for the desire to move.

Walking unsteadily at our feet, our destination was not the designated room, but the greenhouse we frequented.

There's no guarantee he'll be there, what do you think? Even I am amazed by myself. But I want to see it at any cost. And I had a feeling I could meet him there.

“…………”

I opened the door to the greenhouse.

A silhouette was seen on the other side of the green foliage. A quick glance made me see a glowing platinum hair. His back was facing us, so he didn't notice us.

The guard knight standing beside him immediately reacted, snorting in annoyance. Try not to get angry.

"Daughter," I called out to him in a small voice.

The horrible hoarse voice that came out was unlike anything I ever thought could be mine.

I'm afraid it hasn't reached her yet, but her shoulders are shaking as if she has heard.

"Princess . ”

This time Lutz, like he's competing with me. The voice had a hoarse voice, difficult to understand.

But the princess turned around. His clear blue eyes found us, wide open.

They will fall, I thought in a daze.

“……, ……”

His vibrating lips slowly imitated the shape of our name. But no sound came out.

He took slow steps and staggered. When the knight guard tried to offer his arm to support him, he waved to the side and gained control over himself, taking another step.

"Lutzes. ”

Finally hearing the voice he had been waiting for, Lutz looked embarrassed as she answered briefly.

"What . ”

"Theo. ”

"Yes, princess?" I replied with unseen excitement, a smile stretching across my face.

“……”

Flooded with surprise, his eyes gradually blurred. Instead of a voice, the sound of air seemed to fall from her lips, and her face turned into a smile.

"Theo .. Lutz …"

Calling our names once again, a jewel-like teardrop slipped on his cheek quickly. One by one, they fell.

Without hiding her teary face, the princess cried open. He spoke, crying without restraint.

"Wel ... welcome .. ho .. I …"

What I felt at that moment was a great joy.

It was a painful joy, occupying my whole heart. The relief that came with getting what I always wanted was strong, it was enough to keep me apart. There was nothing sad about it, so why was I attacked by the desire to cry?

If I can't help my crooked smile when I see hers, doesn't that mean I've wrapped her fingers?

Because regardless of her appearance, she cried tears of happiness.