âDonât keep saying that I am pretty. I am a man.â Siegfried said, grabbing my hand in the air. He seemed angry somehow.
Whenever he looked at me like that, I was forced to answer that way. But I thought to myself:Â
âI told you I was sleeping!â
ââŚâŚ How does a sleeping person speak?â
The voice from outside the door made my eyes wide. I got up in a hurry, dragged my slippers on, walked over and opened the door.
Outside, Siegfried was standing wearing a white shirt with some grass stains.
He looked awkward as he lowered the hand that had been knocking on the door.
âAhâŚâŚ Your Highness. So the one who kept knocking on my doorâŚâŚ?â
I got quite embarrassed. I woke up to see what kind of person was knocking. Unexpectedly, it was Siegfried.
I didnât say anything, just staring at Siegfried. What could be the reason he came looking for me?
ââŚâŚ Why didnât you come before?â
I shook my head. Maybe because I slept for so long, my head was blank.
So I couldnât understand what he was talking about. I just wanted to send Siegfried away and go back to bed.
âEarlierâŚâŚ When Sir Abbysion was there. Werenât you looking for me?â
âSir Abbysion told you to come down.â
âAnd I said I would sleep more.â
âWhen did you say that? I didnât hear it.â
Siegfried spoke with great urgency. Then, he opened his eyes wide, surprised at my words. His red mouth hardened slightly.
âI didnât hear that. You didnât say that.â
Siegfried once again put weight on his words. I had to use my brain to recall the situation earlier.
Otherwise, Siegfried seemed to be angry. Look at you now, arenât you looking really serious?
âOh, thatâs right. Not with words, but with gestures like this.â
I brought my hands to my face and made a cool sound through my mouth.
Then Siegfriedâs lips opened slightly. His face was stained with embarrassment.
âI, I donât even know how many hours have passedâŚâŚ.â
He didnât talk and shut his mouth firmly. On behalf of Siegfried, I spit out a thought that came to my mind.
âBut what brings Your Highness to my room? You swore that you would never come.â
âI think you did it roughlyâŚâŚ.â
âAnd I havenât even taken a step into your room.â
It was funny that he came to my room acting all innocent. He had some sense of playfulness.
I quickly grabbed Siegfriedâs hand. And surprised, he pulled his big hand before he showed any reaction.
A wide eyed face came into view. Suddenly he was standing in my room.
âOh, you have come in. Youâve properly entered then.â
âH-how can you do this rude and obvious thingâŚâŚ!â
From the hand held to me to the neck exposed through his shirt and the tips of his ears. Siegfriedâs skin was very red.
Itâs not just the color, isnât it really like when one is feeling very hot?
Siegfriedâs skin burned to the point of such doubts.
âH-how! To me! I have never even stepped into a womanâs room!â
Siegfried was running wild compared to how small the issue was.
It was just a light joke, but his reaction was much stronger than expected.
When I held his wrist at the festival, he wasnât so upset, so I thought our relationship was better, but not at all.