The morning of Natsu is as refreshing as the season itself.


　The mornings of Natsu (summer) are refreshing, just as the name of the season "Souki" implies.
　The climate in the kingdom, especially in the capital, is pleasant throughout the four seasons, and even during this time of year, when the temperature is at its highest, you rarely wake up in the middle of the night because you have trouble sleeping.

　If anything, it is a blessed land where you can wake up to the warmth of the sun and start your morning on a healthy note.

　That's why there used to be a lot of conflict, but that's about it.

　On this particular morning, as usual, the hot sunshine and warm room temperature prompted a girl to get up.

"......mm......

　The sun shone on her pillow.
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"............ a.m.

　She has no choice but to sleep twice.
　You'll be able to find a lot more than just a few things to do. As soon as you turn your mind around to the schedule you've put together for the day and the tasks you need to complete, your consciousness will become clearer.

............ Good morning.

　The pretty peach-colored pajamas are one of my favorites.
　It's not expensive, but it's the first time I've spent money from a legitimate business.

　It's easy to focus on her overly cynical personality and her pragmatic side as a business owner, but she is also a girl who cherishes these "memories".

　Because she can't forget the good and the bad, it would be better if all she can remember at a moment's notice are happy memories.

　The fact that I greeted her in an empty room is one of the proofs of this.

　A stuffed bear lying in the middle of the bed.
　This bear, which I shared a pillow with last night, is also a precious companion that I can't leave for some reason.

　I know it's childish.

　That's why I didn't tell anyone about it, and I think it's because I'm old enough to come to my senses and think about it.

　But as a last resort...

"What the hell? I just bought a stuffed animal, and you don't even give it a name?
"Hmm, naming a stuffed animal is something a child would do.
"He's not a pretty boy.

　It's the first gift I've ever gotten from someone, bought at a store.
　The first gift I received from someone, bought at a store. I was hugging it with great care, but I was turning away and being curt.

　No one had ever seen me cherish this stuffed animal before.
　I'm sure the former chairman of the board of trade who picked me up, who is no longer with us, might have sensed something just by the fact that it has been sitting in my room.

　So...

"It's a little hot today, too. . ............ Randy.

　I really regretted that it had a name.









　It was mid-afternoon.
　I served cupcakes and tea to a scheduled visitor.
　You may complain about the taste of the tea, but it is not you who is making it, but Leafy. She is fully prepared to shift the blame.

"So?　Are you done with your mess yet?
Yeah. Thanks to you. You helped me out with Mr. Wind the other day.
I'd rather you talk to him than have to thank me.
...... That's...
You can't do that. That's why you're in this mess. I don't care. A secret is a secret, but ...... it doesn't sound like you're trying to set me up.
It's too late for that.
............

　I'm not sure what to do, but I'm sure it's a good idea.

　I'm sure she had the right idea when she sent the wind to the troubled Futa.
　In fact, there was something that Futa could not tell Pasta.

　This was because it involved the king.

　Futa already knew that she and Lilac were sisters, but she was dying.

　He didn't want to remind her of anything unpleasant.

"Well, don't be so mad. Randy's hurting, too.
It's .............
What?

　It is not often that Pasta invites people to his private room.
　You can count on five fingers the number of people who've ever been in there.

　Just.

　The only people who were rude enough to touch his personal belongings without permission were him and another annoying maid.

"Why are you holding a stuffed animal without permission?
I'm comfortable with the size.
It's mine. ？？？？
Hey, Randy.
Don't talk to me!　And don't name it!

　Two people on a couch across a table from each other.
　A calm meeting, cupcakes in hand.
　--But then... But for some reason, Futa has Randy on his lap as if it were a matter of course.

"It's on the couch over there!

　He pointed to the single-seater sofa where he always hid Randy by covering him with a sheet as a last-ditch effort.

"Yeah. You looked like you were having trouble breathing.
Don't worry about it!


No, it's fine. I already know.
Is that what this is about?
That's what Randy says.

　Futa pinches Randy's arms and makes him wave his hands.

I'm sure you'll agree. I'm sure you'll be able to figure out how to make it work. ...... I mean, Randy, don't try to fix it.
"No, because you don't deny it. What's his name then?
"What?

　Pasta snickered.

　I never thought I'd get the chance to say it again, but...
　He crossed his arms, smiled derisively, and said.

"Naming stuffed animals is just something kids do.
"............

　For a moment, Futa blinked in disbelief.

What? What?
"......
What?

　He lifted Randy up in front of his face.
　The pasta is right in front of Randy's eyes.

You don't think it's sad that this stuffed animal with dull eyes is nameless?
Huh?
Sure. Even though it's a good one, it's still a stuffed animal. It might just be a toy that's been shaped, stuffed with cotton and decorated with a face.
............ That's right. That's right.
But you took him home, didn't you? He's living with you. Don't you feel sorry for him, letting him live with no name?
Come on, don't make it sound like I'm right.
So, Pasta, what do you usually call this guy?
Well, it's .......

　I thought about it for a minute.
　Then it hit me.

"What?　You don't call him that! You don't talk to him, he's a stuffed animal!
"Are you upset about ......?

　Randy thrusts his fingers - or, since he doesn't have fingers, his hands - at the pasta.

Don't start the puppet show!
"...... Oh, dear.

　With a sigh, Futa pulls Randy back to his knees.
　Then he looks at Randy, eye to eye, and speaks to him.

"I pity you too. You've been sitting there all your life with no name, never being spoken to.
"Gosh, .......
You must have been lonely. You wanna come over?
You're not going anywhere!

　Pasta stood up involuntarily.
　A little startled, Futa looks up and, with his right hand, deftly raises Randy's face as well.
　I think this guy is a puppeteer. Pasta didn't know if there was such a profession, but...

　Pasta flinched as she was pierced by the four eyes.
　She piles up the frustration, wondering why she is so upset in the first place.
　In the end, this is what happens when you get attached to things in a weird way.

"Awkward ......!
"But, pasta!
"But, Pasta!

　Pasta glared at him, but this time he put his hands behind Randy's back, dexterously twitching his hands up and down with five fingers.

Don't you think Randy should have the right to choose?
What are you talking about?
He can come to my house or not.
I'm the owner. ......!

　Pasta clenched his fists, but of course Futa didn't seem to be phased.

I see, says Pasta, claiming ownership.

　Futa looks down.
　The stuffed animal is still twitching and moving its hands.

"What do you think, Randy?
"Yeah.

　With a sigh, Futa hands Randy over to Pasta.

　I thought he'd give it back to me, but no.
　Randy is handed to Pasta with his back to him.
　Futa's gaze is not on Pasta, but on Randy's face.

　What this means is...

"............ Eh?
"Randy, you're not a slave to pasta. You're free. You can choose where you want to be. And maybe you'll meet someone good down the road.

　Aside from wondering why this guy is hitting on Randy so much.



　Pasta, who was now holding Randy's side with both hands, was slowly turning red.

　She held Randy's arms and jiggled them around.

　He turned his head away.

"...... Bo.
"What?
"I'm in the middle of a party at .......

　What the hell am I doing?　I managed to stifle the screams of my heart.
　The experience of 5,000 Man is still alive. It's something I never wanted to do again.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find something that works for you. ......

　Pyoko.......

　I'm not sure if it's because I can't stand the silence anymore, or because Randy's arms, which Pasta moves, are slowly losing their energy.

I'm not sure what to do. I guess I'll give up. I'll only put up with you when you come to visit.
"...... Ma.

　Futa looks up.
　I'm sure that if Pasta had seen the look of surprise on his face that he didn't expect Pasta to continue this skit, he would have immediately dropped it and thrown Randy out.
　Unfortunately, she was too embarrassed to look at Futa's face.

"Matakitenee ......
"Hahaha, cute guy.

　Futa stroked Randy's head, stroking and stroking.
　The crushing sensation is so unbearable that Pasta comes back to himself and screams.

What the hell is this? ！！！！
"Randy had a soul, you know.
Straight face!

　I suddenly wondered why this guy was so used to handling stuffed animals, and then I remembered that he had several sisters.

　Somewhat frustrated, Pasta threw Randy to the bed.

　As he bounced on the bed, he heard Futa say, "Ouch," which made him feel guilty for nothing. In a fit of pique, Randy disappeared behind the bed.

"Stop speaking for me!
"Then who's going to speak Randy's mind for you?
You don't have to do this!
Oh. Then you'll go back to your lonely, nameless life!

　Hooter dutifully went to pick up Randy.

"That's so lonely! Are you sure you want to be with Pasta? Are you sure you want to be with Pasta?" "I think you're glorifying him too much.

　While holding Randy with one hand, Futa points at Pasta.

I don't know.
"And you throw it like this. Don't you have anything to say to Randy?
"Ugh.

　The flinching Pasta's gaze is not on Futa, but on the dull eyes in his hand.

　You'll be able to find a lot more than just a few.

I'm sorry about that.
Can you take care of it?
Yes, I can!　--I don't know why we're talking about this.
That's because you take pity on Randy. He's been rolled, thrown, littered. It'd be hard on me too if he kept getting left without knowing where he was, buried in the corner of the room.

　Hooter said, moving Randy's hands in the air.
　Pasta screams in frustration.

I didn't do that!
"Well. I mean, we--
We sleep together every day. ！！！！！




　Tsk, tsk, tsk.




...... That's a bit childish, don't you think?
I'm gonna kill you.