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Your Regrets Are Late

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Special Chapter 12

“You read a lot of books and you can’t write letters like this.”

“…….”

“Shishi will write better than this.”

After completing her consolation, Charteron laughed at the letter again.

Luensir later took a bunch of paper from Charteron and put it in a drawer.

“I was actually going to give another one.”

“No!”

“Why?”

“I think it’s going to be fun. I’m curious about Father reaction to your letter.”

“What do I do about this? I have no intention of answering your doubts. Thank you so much for convincing me that I should give something other than a letter.”

Luensir’s soul, which was embarrassed to be caught by Charteron, had already gone halfway.

Luensir was ready to sleep again, expressing his feelings of regret without sincerity.

“Lure, I’ll help you write a letter. Your Majesty Father wanted to receive the letter. You have to uproot what you started!”

“No, I don’t know why you’re so…”

“Shh, Lure, don’t you know who I am?”

“Who are you?”

“Don’t you remember the last time Countess Arnon cried for the fairy tale that I wrote? Don’t you want to see Father crying because he’s so touched?”

“…..Your taste is really weird.”

“No, why not! Just hang in there for a second. Yes? I’m putting Father crying in a video bead.”

That’s what she said, but it was definitely tempting.

I was becoming more and more persuaded by Charteron. Certainly, I was curious about how Your Majesty Father looked like crying.

“…I got it.”

“Okay, then, you help me with mine. Let’s work together. Isn’t that why we were born twins?”

“…..What did you prepare?”

“Father birth flower embroidered.”

“Show me.”

At Luensir’s request, Charteron took out a handkerchief and put it out. There was a moment of silence.

Of course, it was Charteron who couldn’t stand the calm atmosphere and broke it.

“Why? Why aren’t you saying anything? Say something.”

“Are you asking because you don’t know?”

“Yes.”

“….You really don’t know. I don’t know where to start, so I won’t tell you. I’ll open the line again, do it again from the beginning.”

Luensir thought it was faster for her to give up than to make her understand.

“Not to that extent!”

“Do you think Your Majesty Father will cry even if I don’t send him a letter?”

“Why?”

“Because. Of course he was shocked.”

“……”

“Did you say that earlier was blasphemy against trees? This is an insult to statis. I’m sure you’re ashamed that you’ve been living to the end to be embroidered like this.”

“How can you say such a harsh word with a straight face? I’m really hurt.”

“No. I’ll correct it. You look like you’re probably going to shrivel up right away from regret.”

“Lure, this is how it will come out.”

Charteron, who was dumbfounded by Luensir’s acrimonious assessment, thought for a moment and recited the letter she had just read.

“Dear… Your Majesty Father….”

“…..”

“Hello…Did you….. have lunch?”

“…..”

“Of course… you ate… The birthday party is… It starts in the evening… At that time, I wrote a letter… I’m thinking of giving it to you….”

If anyone who doesn’t know what’s going on, she was so sentimental that he could kick his tongue.

In addition, Charteron added a line from the fairy tale she wrote.

“By the time you read this…I’ve already… out of this world…..”

“…..”

“Be happy….”

Charteron, who put his hands together, peaked crying and collapsing.

“I can see why Countess Arnon cried from what you wrote.”

“That’s right, the love story of a princess and a commoner knight who has a short life left. It was a masterpiece that had a long way to go. I think so, too.”

“So, the princess died?”

“Yes.”

“It’s a fairy tale, shouldn’t it end a little hopeful?”

“What are you talking about? Of course the main character should die. It’s touching and sad to die. That’s how it stays in the mind of the readers. And how can a commoner with three younger brothers save a fragile princess who never got her hands wet once in her life?”

“…there must be some goods that you brought out. What about that?”

“No. The princess didn’t bring anything.”

“Why…?”

“I wrote the part where the princess declared her independence at most carefully, didn’t you read it? I’m disappointed, Lure.”

The memories that I had forgotten came to mind. Under Charteron’s pressure, I read it half-heartedly.

And after reading the line, ‘I will throw away everything mu father gave me,’ I secretly returned it to Countess Arnon without Charteron’s knowledge.

“…reason?”

“Isn’t there a lot of trouble outside of the house?”

Sincerely and earnestly. Luencir missed his younger sister when she was innocent.

“What’s wrong with your face? Countess Arnon asked me to write her later story as well.”

“Countess Arnon, you said she graduated from the Eralpier Academy, right? At this point, I think it’s a legitimate doubt. Baron Rustell and there are only some very strange people there.”

Luensir shook his head when she said Countess Arnon wanted the later story.

“Baron Rustell is strange, but Countess Arnon is not. Please don’t disparage my precious reader.”

“Did you decide what to story about later?”

“Yes, the knight who found a new love after the princess died. It starts with a fateful encounter.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“There’s a girl who looks like a princess. Since they are commoners, so this time she connected with the knight. She’s healthy, she has a lot of money because she can do a lot of things?”

“Keep talking.”

“It’s fun, isn’t it? The most important thing here is that the girl looks like a princess.”

“Secret of Birth?”

When Luensir showed interest, he said what the excited Charteron had in mind.

“Well, that’s not it. I actually thought about that, but I don’t think that’s a fairy tale anymore.”

“I don’t think it’s a fairy tale since the princess died. Most fairy tales end in happiness, and what you wrote is….”

Luensir’s eyes met with Charteron, who stared fiercely at him, and he couldn’t finish his sentence.

“That ending is too boring. That’s right. How about they’re getting a divorce with the girl slapped the knight in face because he calls princess name in his sleep? It ends with him crying in front of the princess’s grave.”

“I think I should change my present right now..”

The letter Luensir would give is not even getting help from Charteron.

I was going to say I should give you something else.

“Babies, what are you doing?”

“…Your Majesty Father?”

“Fa-father?”

Arensis, who just entered, laughed at the children who were not sleeping yet.

“I see your Majesty the Emperor, the noble moon of the Elioter Empire.”

Martin, who came to watch over the bed, then greeted Arensis.

“Raise your head, Viscountess Rael.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“I’ll put the prince and the princess to sleep, so you can leave now.”

“No!”

“Huh?”

“Today is the day Martin promised to read for us. Martin, I’m so curious what you’re going to read.”

“Th-that’s right. Your Majesty Mother told us to keep our promises.”

After Charteron and Luensir refused, Arensis’ heart sank.

“Yes, then. Good night.”

He had no choice but to hide his disappointment, promising next time.

“Princess. Why did you lie to Your Majesty the Emperor? This is the day I read a book. What kind of sun is rising in the east?”

“Martin. The sun is supposed to rise in the east.”

Luensir pointed out the error.

“Ah, that’s right. I have no idea what I’m thinking. It’s all because I was surprised because Princess asked me to read a book. There is no way our Princess asking for that.”

“Martin! If anyone hear you, They’ll think…. I never….. read a book…..”

“Doesn’t you conscience prick you to say that you read? It’s natural. Because that is human nature.”

Martin, who laid Charteron, who was sulky and inflated her cheeks, smiled softly.

“You should go to bed now. Princess.”

“Yes! I love you! Martin”

“Yes, me too.”

And she kissed Charteron’s forehead briefly.

“Prince, have a happy dream.”

“You worked hard today, Martin.”

“Yes, good night.”

Martin, who said good night, turned off the light and went out.

Charteron sighed loudly as if she had waited for it.

“I almost got caught by father.”

“Good thing I hid the handkerchief right away, now. Throw it away as soon as possible.”

“Do you want to die? By the way, didn’t you hear everything we said?”

“It’s okay, I didn’t say I’d give it to Your Majesty Father….?”

“…why is it a question?”

“…..”

“I don’t know, if father know, you’re dead and I’m alive.”

“Who’s going to say that? Don’t even tell Martin. If I get caught because of you, I’m going to tell Your Majesty Mother that you ate four pieces of cherry pie yesterday.”

There was a rather brutal conversation that threatened each other with weaknesses.

“You villain! It’s the same as talking to the second son of noble, who interfered with the love between the princess and the knight. No, if it’s not the same, that’s even weirder. That son of noble, I wrote it while thinking about you.”

“Ah, no wonder. I liked the part where he told the princess about the reality and asked if the king would allow it.”

“He’s a villain, but he’s a poor guy. Because the princess was raised by the second son of noble. It’s safe to say he carried her on his back. Here name was also chosen by the second son of noble. The second son of the noble was the only one to call the princess by her nickname.”

“What?”

The more he learned about the fairy tale written by Charteron, the more Luensir was amazed.

It was hard to see how such a development came out of the head of the Princess who grew up eating only good food and wearing precious clothes.

I didn’t know it was so hard to find a happy person for any of the characters.

“Be honest. How old are you? You too….”

“Lure, we were born on the same day…Is your head hurt now? How can you forget my age…?”

Charteron was genuinely worried as he stroked Luensir’s hair.

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