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"Rai. My Raimond."
After Brother Gian and Brother Giovanni left, Mother said those words to me.
I'm used to it now.
It's been repeated for six years, so it would be strange if I wasn't used to it.
"Raimond. My cute child. You must become Crown Prince."
"Yes, Mother."
"Your father, Abramo, will realize it someday. That you are truly worthy of becoming Crown Prince."
"Yes, Mother."
Mother's slender, long-nailed fingers slid across my face, brushing away my bangs.
Since when did my beautiful mother's face become so haggard?
"Eyes so much like Abramo's. Hair so much like mine. Raimond, you must become Crown Prince, become the King of this country."
The words that I've been repeating ever since I started speaking, for six years.
"Yes, Mother."
I don't know any other words to answer.
Rather, I can't push this person away, I can't cut myself off from her, and I can't give up on her love.
"Raimond. My Raimond. You, only you, must stay by my side. Please don't leave me alone."
".........Yes, Mother."
Mother usually tells me to become Crown Prince, but in reality, she's probably just lonely.
When I was just born, she saw my Osto black hair and Centro green eyes and impulsively said, "Crown Prince!!", which was probably a bit rash. But because of that, Mother has been treated like a sore thumb by those around her ever since, so she's always been alone.
When I was still young, Father often visited my room to see me, but as I got older, the leniency Father had been given for neglecting his duties somewhat because I was small disappeared. Inevitably, the number of times he came to see Mother decreased.
Mother wanted to attract Father's interest.
Or perhaps she wanted attention from others.
That's why she wanted to make me Crown Prince.
Now, the only people Mother talks to are me and a few servants who blindly believe in her.
When Father goes to talk to Mother, he gets shy and tense, which makes him think that Mother dislikes him, or doesn't like him very much.
As a result, Father further reduces the number of times he comes to see Mother...
It's a vicious cycle of tsundere.
Father, that's called tsundere. Mother likes you, so please be more proactive and talk to her more.
Somehow, even though she's supposed to be 26 years old this year, Mother is like a young girl.
Spoiled and sulky because no one pays attention to her, she depends on me, the only person she can talk to.
Mother, who was always loved and given everything until she got married, probably kept missing opportunities to become an adult.
Although, it depends on what you consider an adult.
Even so, she doesn't know how to interact with people, she doesn't know how to show affection to people, and she can't give up, and she just keeps shouting, "Love me, look at me!" It's still childish.
"Raimond. You love me, right? Those lowly people are saying that you don't love me? That's not true, right?"
"Yes, Mother."
She's calling them lowly people, but that's probably because she can't be honest with herself.
She's protecting her heart by thinking that she also hates the people who hate her.
"That's right, right! There's no way my Raimond would hate me!"
Mother, who kept muttering to herself as if to convince herself, finally headed to her bedroom, seemingly relieved.
".........Lord Raimond. Would you like some warm milk?"
"Maria.........Yes. Please."
Maria, who had been waiting nearby, bowed and left the room.
With Maria leaving, I exhaled the breath that I had been holding in my body in my own room where no one was there.
I'm probably the only one who realizes the gap between Mother and Father.
But wouldn't it be cowardly not to tell either of them about it?
But what would happen if I told them?
Would it change anything just because a six-year-old said something?
But to give up, to keep quiet, and then to lament that everything that happens to you is misfortune, that's not right, is it?
If you don't say it, they won't know, it won't be conveyed.
"Lord Raimond. Excuse me."
"Hey, Maria. If I said I wanted to talk to Father tomorrow, would that work out somehow?"
"Huh?"
Maria, who had entered the room with hot milk, blinked at my words.
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