"Hm…"
"I will even surpass brother's height!"
'… Walking like that… won't he fall?' — Zeleskiaz thought with indifference to the comments of the boy, recalling thanks to Dioclecià's playfulness what was agreed after imagining a clumsy fall. Stopping in his steps to do as necessary to fulfil the terms. — "Ah… Before I forget."
"?! B-Brother?! W-what a-a-are you-?!" — Startled by the pull of his suit's neck, the boy stuttered. Becoming immediately scared as he did not understand his brother's sudden behaviour. — "L-le-le-let go!! B-brother!!!"
"You said you wanted me to lift you if my lady liked my gift. Are you scared of heights?" — With his hands already on his little brother, ready to lift him, Zeleskiaz asked nonchalantly. Poking on the third prince's pride without the desire to tease the child. — "You requested it although you fear it?"
"!? I- I am not! I am bru-wa! Brave!"
