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The Doll and The Prince - v2 Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2023-11-10 08:18:06 +0000 UTCHiiro (6)
"I don't want to see you embracing any man other than me, Otoha. I hate it."
Hitachimaru put his face on Otoha's shoulder, whom he hugged from behind. After showing a little thought,
"Sorry."
Otoha said.
"I love you, Hitachimaru."
"Me too... Let's get married, Otoha."
Huh? Otoha turned around in surprise, peering into Hitachimaru's face.
"Let's get married, Otoha… Even though it seems unlikely for me to advance in my career."
Hitachimaru's earlobes turned red. Is this the right place for such a confession?
As I was shaking the limp Naruhito with my laughter, I bit my tongue.
Even when I hold him in my arms, I cannot tell whether he is awake or asleep, his body so weak that it is becoming thinner and thinner and frighteningly light. I used to pick him up, and he would cuddle me with his right hand and both feet.
Holding him vertically, I sat on the sofa. It seems like he has fallen asleep. It must be an uncomfortable position to sleep, but I don't want to let go, so I held him on my stomach.
In a good mood, with drool on his loosened mouth, Naruhito must have received something to eat. I sighed.
Although the injuries were lighter than when I picked him up, I was worrying about whether his breathing would stop the second time.
Actually, it stopped several times. When I called Naruhito and held his body, his breathing returned, but it wasn't something I could sleep well with.
The Empire's negotiator, Saibunmei, holding his own aching head, said that he, too, had received orders.
The protest letter sent immediately after the breakdown of negotiations was considered slow in writing, so we prepared while sending telegrams. Surrender all those who have the means to manipulate people's minds. If not, we will seriously attack. The Kingdom took the interference with this ceasefire declaration quite seriously.
The telegram we sent, that didn’t include any diplomatic language, did not receive any reply. Instead, what arrived seemed to be orders. From the day after the protest letter was sent, Saibunmei complained of headaches, often vomited, and Naruhito seemed to struggle with a feeble breath. Imperial soldiers who were prisoners of war, got violent and had to be shot dead.
Information began to arrive that people in various parts of the Empire were picking up weapons again. I think when Naruhito’s breath stopped for a moment, my reason snapped, and I had to kill all those who could give orders. I contacted the weapons department, considered a way to end it in one shot, and the researcher who wanted to try the developed weapon eagerly cooperated. Using all authority, I suppressed opposing opinions and humanitarian views. If I pressed the final button myself, all responsibility would fall on me, and that was fine.
In a hurry, three days later, the Imperial Capital would be turned into ashes.
"It disappeared..."
Saibunmei said that and passed out. The tension in Naruhito’s body also eased, and it seemed that he calmed down or lost consciousness. People in various places also threw away their weapons, raised their voices in praise of the Kingdom, shouting "Huzzah."
Relieved, I fell asleep as if losing consciousness. I had hardly slept for the past two days.
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