When the sleepy-eyed Mongisa V came to the parlor rubbing his eyes and draping his dressing gown, the baron was organizing the wording of how to justify his defeat.

However, the statement he racked his brains to come up with did not come in handy. The king's face turned ugly, but he did not reproach the baron, "Don't blame yourself too much, after all, no one would have thought that Cecilia was there, you say, she cried?" the baron nodded.

"What a ・・・・・・," the little king stretched, his face filled with indescribable disgust and embarrassment, "and what shall we do next?"

"I suppose that when Princess Cecilia calms down, she will come to see you overnight. ”

"Also, something so big. If she is coming, you accompany me to meet her. The king stood to his feet, ready to go back to his dream.

"That's a little out of place. The baron was stunned, but still spoke his mind. The head of the royal family is short, and even when it comes to important political issues, it is not for him to be openly involved as a little baron.

"With you, Cecilia won't say too much about personal matters. Duke Clark is about to go to the Holy City, and I need to settle the problem of Lunicion before he comes, and I don't want to risk it. With a casual wave of his hand, Mongisa V yawned and left the drawing room. Subsequently, the king's chamberlain arranged a room for the baron.

The baron did not rest for long.

In the dead of night, several masked men dressed in black knocked on the back door of the Montissa Castle.

The royal guards, who had been instructed beforehand, after avoiding the slender leader of the men in black, simply searched her retinue and led them into the castle without saying a word.

The king has been waiting there for a long time.

Princess Cecilia took off her hood, and she saw an acquaintance of whom she had not long been separated, Baron Rildra. "Your Excellency the Baron doesn't seem to be resting well, so why don't you sleep a little longer?" said the princess, her voice with a concern and sincerity that seemed to come from the heart.

"I asked him to come. The king, who had been woken up twice in one night, looked very tired, and he sat on the throne with his legs crossed, and asked his sister in a nonchalant tone, "There must be something important about my dear sister's arrival at such a late hour, right?"

Cecilia glared at the baron, but wisely did not waste any more time on this man: "I picked up a rabbit the other day, and I love it, and although it has not been with me for that long, we have a good relationship. But the problem arose, the puppy who grew up with me wanted to eat the rabbit. In the beginning, when I was at home, they were fairly fine. But now, right in front of me, they're all going to fight you to the death, with you and without me. I really love them, I really love them, and I bother Your Majesty so late, just to let the wise king help me with an idea, what the hell should I do?"

Mongisa V laughed, and the picture of the rabbit and the dog came to his mind: "Why did the dog eat the rabbit? Cecilia replied without a pause: "At this point, the reason doesn't matter anymore. I just want to know, rabbits and dogs, can't they really be under the same sky?"

"Unless, the rabbit is willing to go back to his hole and not dangle in front of the dog. Both the princess and the baron noticed that the king used "he" instead of "it".

The princess bent down, and she said nothing more. Sisters and brothers who grew up since childhood, even if they are slightly estranged for various reasons, but when they look at each other, they can always read the meaning in each other's eyes.

The king read the plea from his sister's eyes, "Don't kill him," and the princess saw in her brother's eyes the command "Let him stop being my wayblock."

Cecilia sighed, it was ridiculous that she had been so busy with her own business in recent years that she had barely sat down with her brother to talk. He grew up, hoping that the kingdom of Mongisa would survive the crisis and become glorious in his hands. The princess bowed her head deeply: "I haven't been to the study tonight, and I haven't found any letters. ”

The seemingly meaningless words sounded in the castle like a thunderbolt, and the princess's faint voice lifted the spirits of both the king and the baron, and they saw the surprise and disbelief in each other's eyes. Cecilia bowed her head expressionlessly, and the king did not notice that a teardrop was silently dripping on the precious carpet.

Between the royal family, there should be no affection. For the glory of Mongiza, she can only grieve her husband. After all, he and his brother share the same surname.

"I'm glad you can do that, Cecilia. I assure you, the rabbit will be fine, the hound only wants to track the beast and will not be attached to the poultry. Mongisa V laughed.

The princess stopped her tears, she raised her head and looked at the king as if nothing had happened just now: "Thank you for your kindness. ”

The king waved his hand magnanimously as Cecilia's lonely back slowly disappeared where the torches did not shine. "What do you think about this?" the smile on Mongisa V's face disappeared, and he spoke to the baron in an inquiring tone.

"The princess has to do this, and if the stalemate continues, it will be more difficult for her. Lildra replied.

"She is still a member of the royal family and has not forgotten her last name because of that disgusting marriage. The king stood up, the sleepiness on his face could no longer be suppressed, "today you will rest in the castle, and tomorrow we will do it, so that we will avoid long nights." ”

By the time the princess returned to her home, the feast was over. The Duke of Lunición didn't care where his wife went--- after all, it was difficult for a drunk person to wake up from his sleep.

Cecilia bent down and quietly lit the lamp, carefully studying her husband's handsome face. Her white fingers held the silk scarf and gently wiped the wine stains from the corners of the duke's mouth, moving gracefully and gently. "I'm sorry, my dear husband. The princess did not know how many times she had said this in her mind, but the guilt in her heart did not diminish even a little.

Her fingers began to tremble, shaking so violently that the silk scarf fell to the ground. The princess sat down in a chair beside the bed, and in the darkness, no one could read her expression outside the lamplight.

Only the elder sister will understand the younger brother, and only the younger brother will be demanding of the younger sister. No one is a rabbit, no one is a hound, the king is a lion who wakes up, and the Duke of Lunicion is like a carefree lark.

The real rabbit is me Cecilia herself.