[ "I have some free time." On the screen, Priscilla said this, then roughly shoved the door open.
But Natsuki Subaru completely ignored her, continuing to deal with the documents in his hand.
"Hah! You dare ignore this one's words?! Insolent wretch!" Priscilla said furiously, kicking the table over with her foot.
"Huh? What are you trying to do?" Natsuki Subaru hurriedly righted the table. ]
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〜Inside, the Theater〜
"Haha, now even the widow hasn't escaped Subaru's clutches, nya."
Ferris said, laughing.
"Ah, Lil'bro... this dream of yours isn't fun at all."
Al lightly squeezed his right hand.
"Hah? This one committed herself to that jester?"
Priscilla was stunned for a moment.
"Damn it, the next time we meet, I must eliminate this fellow who has shown disrespect to this one."
She said indignantly after recovering from her daze.
Then, she looked at Al.
"Hey, hey, my Princess, you know Lil'bro's ability; truly eliminating him might be a bit difficult."
"Then set up a death trap to make his life worse than death."
"Alright, alright."
Al casually brushed her off with a few words.
—
[ "Hey, I'm talking to you! I have work today too! You should at least say something before coming! Then we could refuse you!"
"Don't be ridiculous! This one's free time, this one's mood—they are this one's business! Why should I accommodate you? Understand your position!"
"What is wrong with you? Why is there such a self-centered woman next to me? My position won't change no matter what. I am a person of honor and status, after all!"
Natsuki Subaru said.
"Boring! Dull! How dare you say such a thing! If it weren't for this one, could your Royal Selection have succeeded? This one can usurp the throne, you know." ]
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〜Inside, the Theater〜
"...No matter how I think about it, it's illogical... No, it's stranger that I'm looking for reality within a dream."
Yuriusu said.
He isn't the Dragon Maiden, nor does he possess royal blood, and he's not even a noble. How did he become king?
"Hmph, that this one could seize the throne at any time is true, this one doesn't deny it."
Priscilla said, snorting proudly.
"What other ridiculous things will happen next? Like Reinhard swearing eternal fealty to Onii-chan?"
Felt said.
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[ "Uwah!" On the screen, Subaru was fiddling with his invention, but unexpectedly, flames shot out.
"You were about to embarrass yourself, weren't you? I don't understand romance or whatever, but having expectations for that kind of thing is utterly ridiculous."
Priscilla waved her fan and fanned the fire away.
"Ah, thank you. If my face became even uglier because of that, I would truly be finished!"
Subaru touched his cheek and listlessly slumped into the chair.
"What is it? It wasn't that bad, was it? It's fine to have a slightly better opinion of yourself."
Priscilla comforted him while getting physically intimate with Subaru.
"Hey!"
"This one should have mentioned that I am quite idle, right? Moreover, thanks to this one, you avoided a fatal injury this time, so a little intimate contact is fine, isn't it?"
Priscilla stretched out her hand and embraced Subaru. ]
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〜Inside, the Theater〜
"Al."
"Yes, Princess?"
"Go smash that irritating big screen or whatever it is."
"Understood. That is my wish as well."
Al walked step by step toward the big screen.
"Hah!"
He slashed down with full strength, yet the big screen was completely unharmed.
"Princess, you see, even I can't do anything."
Al spread his hands helplessly.
"Tsk."
They could only reluctantly accept this reality: the screen could not be destroyed.
Rather, nothing here could be destroyed.
They recalled that time when Cecilus and Reinhard fought; sword winds had swept around, yet there was not the slightest damage here.
"R-Rem?! Are you alright?"
Emilia noticed Rem's unusual state.
"I'm fine. Rem isn't angry... Rem... isn't—angry—at—all—"
Rem clenched her hands into tight fists, spitting out each word one by one.
Subaru-kun is so charming, so what if this happens? That so many women like Subaru-kun is simply a testament to his great charm. As long as Rem occupies a place by Subaru-kun's side, that's enough. So Rem—
"Rem, is—not—angry—at—all—!"
"Seriously, we don't even know what kind of 'surprise' will be brought to us next... Sigh, just thinking about it."
Anastasia sighed, as if reluctantly accepting the current situation.
—
[ "Welcome home—husband!" After getting rid of Priscilla, Anastasia made her appearance.
She took Natsuki Subaru's hand, her smiling face slowly turning red.
"Today... isn't it the day the results of the investments and all sorts of other things come out?" Subaru asked.
"The second most important thing to me in this world is Natsuki... As for messing up the money part, how could that happen? I should be very trustworthy, right?"
"No matter what, money still has a higher priority than me... Ana is just Ana."
"But the difference between first and second is only tiny. Whereas the gap between second and third is worlds apart, so forgive me, okay?" Anastasia pleaded coyly with Subaru.
And Subaru stroked her hair.
Anastasia squinted her eyes and continued to act spoiled. ]
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〜Inside, the Theater〜
"Sigh... Ah, never mind, never mind."
Anastasia, outside the scree, sighed, then touched the muffler around her neck as if talking to herself.
It was unclear who she was talking to.
"This is truly..."
Yuriusu tried to control his trembling body.
"With so many women, watch out for [ male performance issues ] and impotence."
Al couldn't help but say.
"Not—angry—at—all—"
On the other side, Rem was still speaking, as if performing self-hypnosis.
As she spoke, large teardrops fell onto her dress.
"How should I put this? Should we be thankful Miss Natsuki has already left? Seeing these scenes, what state would Miss Natsuki be in?"
Otto said.
"How vulgar. What other so-called 'surprises' do you have to show us, lewd Barusu."
Ram said.
"Um... besides Miss Ram and Miss Petra, everyone else is a Royal Candidate. So the next one might be..."
Otto looked toward Felt.
"Ugh, seriously. I guessed as much just now, but I still don't want to face it."
Felt frantically rubbed her own hair.
"Felt-sama, please mind your appearance and decorum."
Reinhard said this while tidying Felt's messy hair.
"Ah, I know, I know. Honestly, you're just like a mother hen."
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[ "Onii-chan, you're going to go to hell someday." In the screen, Subaru arrived at a room, and the moment he opened the door, Felt was lying on the bed.
Subaru didn't say anything, merely hanging his jacket on the hanger.
"Hey! Did you hear me or not!"
Seeing Subaru ignore her, Felt sat cross-legged and said discontentedly.
"Yes, yes, I heard you! I'm tired. But you... that skirt won't do; it's practically indecent."
"Huh? What are you saying now that things have come to this? Given the relationship between Onii-chan and me, stuff like this really doesn't matter at all." ]
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〜Inside, the Theater〜
"Hey, hey, should we have those children step out for a moment?"
Otto had an ominous premonition and looked at Garfiel and Mimi...
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