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Two Harolds Appeared for Some Reason*

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“Hey… is anyone there?” (??)

As if to dispel my fear, the boy’s voice came from beyond the door. I immediately lifted my face and rushed to the door. As if I were clinging to it.

“I’m trapped! Please! Help me!” (Alexandra)

I desperately shouted to the boy on the other side of the door.

“Hmm! Alright! Just wait a moment!” (??)

The door handle rattled, then stopped. He must have realized it was locked. Then…

—Clang, clang, clang!

With a tremendous metallic noise, the door handle shook.

—Clang, clang, clang, clang!

The repeated sound of metal being struck continued. The door handle began to bend in odd directions, and then.

“Are you alright!?” (??)

The door was forcefully thrown open, and the boy with black hair that I had seen outside the window jumped in. Behind him, a large sword for adults lay on the ground.

“Waahhhhh! I was so scared… I was so scared…!” (Alexandra)

“Whoa!?” (??)

In a mix of relief at being saved and the aftereffects of my fear, I clung to the boy and cried out loudly.

“I’m sorry! I should have noticed sooner and come to help you…” (??)

“Waahh!” (Alexandra

The boy embraced my crying body and gently stroked my back. His voice was very comforting and warm, completely dispelling the anxiety I had felt just moments before. He continued to comfort me until I stopped crying.

 

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“Are you calm now?” (??)

After a while, the boy peered into my face, and I nodded. His grey eyes were so bright that I felt like I might be drawn into them.

Despite having the same grey eyes, he was completely different from that terrible boy from earlier… Prince Harold.

“Ah, look. Your face is all crumpled up from the tears.” (??)

The boy took out a handkerchief and gently wiped away my tears. It tickled a bit, but the warmth of his kindness and the scent of the handkerchief made me feel comforted and warm inside.

“So… can you tell me what happened?” (??)

“…Yes.” (Alexandra)

I earnestly explained everything up to this point. I came to the palace with Otou-sama to meet the prince. When I sneaked out on my own and became anxious, the boy appeared and said he would take me to my father, leading me to this room. I was deceived into believing my father was here, and then locked inside.

“……That boy introduced himself as Harold Wel Dehaubalz, the Third Prince.” (Alexander)

“Eh?” (??)

The moment I mentioned the boy’s name, the black-haired boy seemed very surprised—or rather, he had a rather ambiguous expression.

“Do you know him…?” (Alexander)

“Ummm… I don’t know, or rather, how should I put it…” (??)

The boy looked troubled, then turned to face me.

“My name is Harold… Harold Weir Dehaubalz.” (Harold)

“Ehh!?” (Alexander)

I exclaimed in surprise at the boy’s apologetic introduction. But it was only natural for me to be astonished. After all, there were two boys claiming to be Harold. At that moment…

“There you are!” (Duke)

Suddenly, Otou-sama burst into the room. He looked extremely pale and out of breath, which showed he had been desperately searching for me. It was the first time I had seen him so wide-eyed.

“Otou-sama…!” (Alexandra)

“Ha… I was really worried about you.” (Duke)

Otou-sama embraced me and let out a sigh of relief. However, the boy who had been with me—the one who introduced himself as Harold—was nowhere to be seen. All that was left on the floor was the handkerchief with the dragon embroidery he had used to wipe my tears.

“Now, the King and others are waiting. Let’s go quickly.” (Duke)

“Ah… wait…!” (Alexandra)

My father hurriedly carried me out of the room. Although I managed to grab the handkerchief, I wanted to thank the boy. But the room we had just left was growing farther away, and the boy’s figure was nowhere to be seen. I clutched the handkerchief tightly and bit my lip… when—

“That handkerchief is a gift for you!” (Harold)

The boy, with a sunflower-like smile, briefly appeared from the shadows of the corridor.

“Hm? Did I just hear a boy’s voice…?” (Duke)

Otou-sama glanced around, but the boy quickly hid again and could not be found. Tilting his head, my father resumed his brisk walk toward the room where the prince was waiting. The first boy introduced himself as Harold, the Third Prince. Therefore, the Harold we were about to meet must be this same Harold.

I wasn’t concerned with which one was the real Prince Harold. I simply looked forward to meeting the second Harold soon and hugged the dragon-embroidered handkerchief tightly to my chest.

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