Ooc's brainless work.
A useless little prince inherited the throne of the Holy King Sikal after the death of the previous king. In the early days, he was always considered to be a puppet king sandwiched between the first princess Cynthia and the first prince Alfred.
One day, His Majesty the King, who had nothing to do, slept lazily in the grass in the garden.
Alfred: "Your Majesty, what are you doing?"
Arte: "Huh? Is this the eldest brother? Do you want to take a nap together?"
Alfred: "Shouldn't you be dealing with political affairs?"
Arte: "This kind of matter can be handled by the royal brother and the royal sister. I trust you, don't I?" The beautiful king squinted his beautiful diamond-blue eyes and looked at the upright royal brother with a smile. The gentle breeze gently tugged at his gorgeous golden hair, and the years were quiet.
Alfred: "..." He sighed helplessly: "I say... Forget it, Al, can that man be trusted?"
Arte's beautiful and delicate face was painted with a mysterious saying: "Who knows! O(￣￣)n" He slowly started to do it, and the golden sunlight gave him a gorgeous halo, and his face was always a casual smile: "Who can do it now! O(￣￣)n"
Alfred: "(╯——)╯(┷━━━┷) You should be more serious, you bastard brother."
Arte: "The other party said it didn't matter and ran away quickly."
Alfred: "(╯——)╯(┷━━━┷)"