Obsession of the Neglected 6-Star Heroes

The cry of a magpie announced the blazing sunlight.

Outside the window, sparrows chirped incessantly, while inside the room, a noble white tiger frowned deeply.

A faint glow of sunlight peeked through the clouds as the month waned.  

The white tiger, waking up in a chaotic and cluttered room, glanced around cautiously.

His vision caught sight of an awkward figure behaving bizarrely.

“Kyaaa-hoo!! Oh, this is great~!!”

The figure’s silhouette suggested a graceful, princely build—if one only considered the rear view. Yet his actions were anything but regal, resembling more of a naked fool running wild.

‘Is he insane?’

Reina, who rarely let crude words cross her lips, found herself muttering an internal curse at the man’s absurd behavior.

He struck the sides of his groin with the edge of his hands, clenched his fists, and raised them toward the sky. Then, without missing a beat, he began to move his feet rhythmically, almost dancing to the sounds outside the window, just half a beat ahead of the melody.

He was no shimmering prince; he was a wobbly, flailing fool.

Reina’s expression grew icy. She watched his antics, utterly dumbfounded.

“...That… That person… couldn’t be him, right?”

Her murmured words were hesitant, almost trembling.

No, it couldn’t be. Surely not.

The warmth that had once wrapped around her, the soothing, gentle voice she remembered, couldn’t possibly belong to the ridiculous fool before her.

At least, not yet. Neither of them had fully pieced together the situation.

One of them pondered the luck of the day written in their diary.

The other was staring in disbelief at the bumbling idiot before them.

Somewhere, a piece of the puzzle had been placed incorrectly, and the princess stood upon it, struggling to deny the completed picture. She desperately attempted to laugh it off, to reshuffle the pieces in her mind.