On that day, Lilac M. Fangini had a visitor in her office.
　There is room for debate as to whether or not to call a person who summons himself a guest, but let's leave that aside for now.

　The person Lilac summoned was not a pimp who invited her to a tea party, nor was it the Lord Treasurer, whom she usually mistreated, but a poet with whom she had a chance relationship.

　Her name was Mirabelle G. Gringott.

　Her warm head of hair was bright enough to dazzle in the dim lilac of her private quarters, and her droll expression reminded me of a maid of some sort.

　If the maid is crazy inside her head, this poet has nothing inside her head.

　There is a great difference between the two, even though they are the same.
　Lilac let out a sigh when she saw the woman who had been scalded by the tea served to her and was lolling her tongue in front of the princess.

　I heard that the soldiers would have thrown her in jail if Izuna hadn't led her to the castle.

　As for Izuna and Motosuke, they are probably having a good time in the botanical garden with their pimps and maids. I'm a little jealous of them, but I have some work to do after asking Mirabelle about the situation.

　I'll just show up later for a little while. Lilac thought about this.

　Aside from that, the reason I called you here is simple and straightforward.
　When Lilac told her what had happened, Mirabelle, who had been pouting, put her index finger to her chin and muttered with a question mark on her face.

I don't know why I need two names. Why do you need two names?
"Welcome back is over there.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

　Mirabelle, who called me over here and treated me so badly, but without any malice, her eyes were all puffy and she shouted.
　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

It's a shame, because I had high hopes for ...... you.
Oh no!　It is true that Mirabelle is often said to be a disappointment, but!
No, not at all.
But they also say that Mirabelle is good at being disappointing!
Don't insist.

　What kind of self-promotion is this?

　Shaking her head, Lilac stands up, clicks her heels loosely, and approaches Mirabelle step by step.

　In this dimly lit room, and in the heavy atmosphere of the princess's office.
　The princess, who has a reputation for being pretty, steps around Mirabelle with her hands folded behind her back, as if she is under some kind of pressure.

　With a gulp, the natural Mirabelle gulped.

"Someday," said Prim Lancaster.
"Who are you?
"It was a poet of great talent who gave two names to fighting swordsmen."

　Lilac herself did not summon Mirabelle because she was a poet.
　But her talent was certainly demonstrated in Pasta-chan's Yuyake Concert. At least that's what Lilac thinks.

　That's why the question. That's why the request.

"You know Izuna Sienzan, right?
What?　I don't know Ms. Sisienzang, but I know Ms. Izna!
"........................ Good.

　If you dig deep enough, all you'll unearth is the brain of an idiot.

　It's no use, Lilac said, closing her eyes.

　But his nickname from the Colosseum is, Lilac thinks, a great name for him.
　Mirabelle, who knew Izuna's giant hammer axe, would agree with that name.
　So, after pausing for a moment.

　Lilac said.

"He used to be called the 'Golden Hour of Explosions' in the Colosseum."

　Out of the corner of my eye.
　Mirabelle was rubbing her nose and sipping.
　She looks like a child - no, like a little boy.

　And her response was.

"Heh, .......
"...... is that all?
"Uh, yes. Well, ......, why Bakushoku Kintoki?　I wonder...
"..................

　This may not work anymore.

　I wonder if I should think about it myself.
　I've never doubted my own sense of style, but if I were the only one who came up with two names of my own, and they were inferior to those around me, I'd die of rage.

　In this sense, the cooperation of someone with a good sense of language is indispensable," was Lilac's conclusion.



"What?



　In the first place, is this guy really a person with a good sense of language?

"Sometimes Mirabelle G. Gringott.
Yes!
......, how well did you write the lyrics for the last music festival?
What?　How much ......, uh, ...... approximately?
......, I think.

　Roughly. This is a very vague answer, but I can't blame you because the question I asked was also vague.
　I'm trying to think of some concrete examples.
　I wasn't really interested in those sweet romantic lyrics, but I thought that the poem itself was a complete piece of work that could be thrown to the "target" very well.

　Then...

　I remembered that there was a song that Futa liked the most and would play whenever pasta came around. I know it was half playing on her reaction, but it wasn't a bad lyric.

　It was not a bad lyric. ...... Although it irritated me on the inside.



There's a song called "Heart of Love, Heart of Flowers.
Oh, yes!　That's a cute one, Pasta-chan!
How much help did you get with that?
........................
"...... Mirabelle?

　Mirabelle froze.
　Her eyes were vacant as she froze, and Lilac, feeling uneasy, lightly poked her in the stomach.
　I think it's a shame that she's dressed so shabbily with her stomach showing, but then again, her shirt and skirt are clearly not long enough, so it's a new story.

　I wonder if this kind of fashion is in vogue among poets.

I wonder if this kind of fashion is popular among poets. ...... Oh, princess.
"Yes, I'm a princess. Are you all right?
Oh, yes!　I thought we made ...... pasta together, but I can't remember .......
How is that possible?
I think I was smacked!　I can't remember anything when I get hit on the head!
She's like a cheap toy.
That's terrible!

　"You're like a cheap toy!

　But Lilac's feeling of despondency could not be helped.
　This is a woman who I had more than a modicum of respect for, who writes reasonably good lyrics, and yet here she is.

　I wonder how Graciel would look if he heard that a smack on the head would jog his memory. Wouldn't he cry out in agony?

　...... I wonder if the musical talent that Graciel admires so much is specialized in "music" and has nothing to do with poetry.

　Something is bothering me.
　It was then that Lilac was approached.

...... Oh, but...
What is it?

　--Thinking about it, Graciel had never held a concert of his own despite his tremendous talent for the piano.
　I remember him saying that he was only a "brilliant" pianist and that he was somewhat happy about it.

　The difference in his talent was not in his technique.

　The difference in talent is not in skill, but in the very sensitivity that attracts people's attention.


"I've already told you that flowers are good for you, Pasta-chan!


　This time, it was Lilac's turn to be silent.

　Mirabelle tilted her head and poked Lilac in the stomach.

"Yank!
"Oh, I'm back!　Friends!
I thought the execution table was free tomorrow.
What?
I'll book you a cut.

　Lilac treated the execution table like a barber.
　But Mirabelle, who didn't understand anything, just tilted her head.

"Cut?
"Your neck. Quickly.
Will it kill me?
If you're lucky, you'll survive.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!　I've always been told I'm lucky.
I've always been told I'm lucky!

　Lilac's embarrassment was not lost on her.

　But the empty-headed Mirabelle's brilliance has now been confirmed.

　Telling Pasta to write a poem on the theme of flowers.
　That's more than enough.

　If only.

"So long, Mirabelle.

　We don't need to rely on two names, we just need to ask Lilac what suits her, what is appropriate for her, and then we can base our ideas on that.

"What would suit me?
"A princess? Uh, black?
I'm not talking about clothes.
..................?　Oh, you're talking about clothes!
No, I'm not talking about clothes. If pasta looks good with flowers, then what looks good with me, is what I asked.
"I see.

　I wonder if I'll be okay.
　I wondered if she would be okay. I felt uneasy, but I had a feeling that her intuition was genuine.

"Well... A princess would look good in a star, though. ......
But?
But that's not it.

　Lilac just waited for Mirabelle's unique sensibility.
　She didn't really understand why the stars didn't look good on her.
　Sure, she could reach out and covet a star, but that didn't mean she was a star. It seemed to her that Prim was more like that.

"Yes, it's snowing!　I'm not sure if I'm a star or not.


...... snow.

　It was not so surprising.
　She said that the music box that Corona had given her had a snowy theme.
　She hadn't been able to imagine whether or not snow would suit her as well as she said, but if she was being pushed like this, she must be.

"Oh, by the way, Bakushoku Kintoki is that Kintoki, isn't it?
Yes, it's the one from the ...... Far Eastern fairy tales.
"Then it's Snow Shiro, isn't it?　Yes, the princess is like a snow white princess!　It's not like your mother tried to kill you or anything!
............ Well, I wonder...
What?

　I'm not sure what Lilac had in mind when she muttered that.

　I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not.

But that's it!　I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.
"......

　Lilac gently and thoughtfully stroked her lips.

　I'm not sure if she thought I was thinking about kissing her, but her cheeks slackened, but that's about it.

Snow Shiro, you don't look very strong.
You need to be strong. ？？？？
No, not at all.

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　I felt that they could only be used as two names if the first part was present.

　Snow Shiro, then, has room for interpretation.

　The story of Snow Shiro ends with her stepmother leaping to her death.

　Only the waiting for the prince is a little unacceptable.
　Princess Teruya, on the other hand, is only longing for a star. It's a wonderful thing to have a sword and two names to sublimate her into a princess of the everlasting mountain cross who aims for the first star.

"Thank you, Mirabelle. I'll cancel your appointment for a haircut.
"What?

　Lilac thinks about it.

　Think, think, think.




Think, think. ...... Prince's Kiss.

　I'm sure that if I had one, it would be at some point in the future.


"...... Hmm.

　Yeah, well. Snow Shiro. It's not bad, is it?