Chapter 59: 59 57． Shunsuen

A girl walks lightly through a spring garden. When she finds the person she is looking for, she shouts out.

"Brother Isak!

"Hello, Flora.

The boy, an apprentice gardener who was working in the flowerbeds, approached the girl and immediately embraced her in his arms, commenting on her good health and patting her on the head with a hand that had been removed. The girl, Flora, felt the touch of his palm, and her expression faded with satisfaction.

"You're going to show me today, right?

She tugged on the sleeve of the apprentice gardener several times, as if she was looking forward to it.

"Flora.

Before the apprentice gardener could nod, a calm but clear voice called her name. Before the gardener's apprentice could nod, a calm but pleasant voice called her name.

"Will you show me, ......?

When Flora rephrased her question, the voice softened its quiet expression and smiled. Flora was pleased to receive a passing grade, but there was more to the story.

"You haven't said hello yet, have you?

"Hello, Brother Isak. Hello, brother Isak. Hello, Dennis and Jan.

Flora noticed this and immediately greeted the apprentice gardener, his father and his apprentice. Each of them returned the greeting with a bark or a word.

I'm sorry to interrupt your work. I think I took a break at the wrong time. ......

"No, I just missed my break, thank you. Thank you, sweetheart.

When Ludia apologized, the apprentice gardener thanked her in return. Relieved that he hadn't interfered with their work, Lydia raised an eyebrow as she examined his reply.

"Zaku and the others should do something about working too hard.

Rydia points out that the situation cannot be overlooked. He meant that he would not have taken a break if he and his sister had not come.

Dennis, a taciturn gardener, worked in silence, and when he was young, he once collapsed after working without taking a day off voluntarily. His son, too, seems to enjoy his work, even singing to himself while he works. His younger apprentice also has a high level of concentration and easily forgets to take breaks. Rüdia thinks that it would be a shame if all three of them were garden idiots.

It would be nice if we could put clocks all over the garden.

We don't have watches, and even if we did, they'd be too expensive.

"Watches?

The apprentice gardener mentioned an unfamiliar word to Lydia, who thought that if they had a watch that told the time, they would take a proper break.

"A watch small enough to be worn on the wrist.

"Then it must be smaller than a pocket watch.

Then it must be smaller than a pocket watch." Even pocket watches are not available to commoners. Servants in aristocratic residences carry them, as does the head of the household. In the downtown area, church bells toll the time every three hours during the day.

Well, even if it were there, you wouldn't notice it unless it rang.

What's the use of a clock if it doesn't ring?

Lydia is dismayed by the gardener's apprentice who laughs at the uselessness of the clock.

If there were such a thing as a small, portable watch that told the time by sound, it would only be owned by a handful of people, such as royalty or high nobility. It would be a long time before the common people could afford them. Both of us are aware of this, and we are talking about our dreams, but you are thinking very haphazardly by withdrawing your idea after giving a suggestion for improvement.

The apprentice gardener laughed at Lydia's earnest response, even though he knew it was a rambling exchange. He smiles and takes it, which makes Lydia feel very strange sometimes, even though she thinks it's not very cute that he only gives her pointers.

I'm sure you'll agree that it's a great idea.

The sister who raises her hand and is excited is very honest. She's trying to learn how to use the language, and it's adorable that she's a little flustered.

"Thanks, but that's going to make things difficult for Flora.

"That's okay. I'll get to see Brother Isak.

Seeing her sister so innocently happy to have an excuse to see him, Lydia feels that she is very different from him. When she was Flora's age, she would have looked for a reason before coming to see him. It took me several years to be able to visit her without a reason. It took me a few years to be able to visit her without a reason.

But it's something I need to work on. "But it's something I have to work on. It'll take up less of Flora's time.

...... Okeydokey, it's not hard work.

You've been here before, girl.

In the event you're a gardener's apprentice, you'll be able to see the peach-colored eyes of Flora as she looks at her sister. Lydia froze as she looked straight at him.

You've always been here after you've learned your lesson. I've never come here to skip school.

Oh, of course not. ......!

What do you think you're doing? The apprentice gardener smiled proudly as he took his word for it.

You know what?　Flora's sister is pretty cool, right?

"Yeah. Yeah, she's awesome!

So let's make sure we take care of ourselves.

Yeah.

Lydia is frightened by her sister's peach-colored eyes shining with respect. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for. You'll be able to find a lot more than just a few of them.

I thought I was accustomed to having one of my guards, Emilia, and the others following me around, but they usually keep quiet and refrain from doing so, and I don't like it when they react just like this.

She managed to suppress her embarrassment by the fact that her sister was now positive about her lessons.

When Ludia and her friends arrived, it was time to take a break and go with the apprentice gardener to his garden for self-study. Flora insists on walking by herself, so the apprentice gardener holds her hand to keep her from tripping. Lydia and Emilia followed, smiling as they walked along, happily humming a song with rhyming lyrics that sounded like a play on words.

When they had finished the song, the apprentice gardener seemed to remember something and smiled a little.

"What is it?

When Lydia asked him why, his coppery eyes turned to her.

I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that I'm not the only one.

What is it?

This is a great way to make sure that you are getting the most out of your time.

Flora is five years old now, right?

"Yes, she's five.

"Yes, five years old!" Flora affirmed, holding out her unclasped hand. The gardener's apprentice nodded in agreement and said, "That's why.

"That's about the first time I met your daughter.

Is that so?

"Really?" "Yeah. Yeah. But she was already talking so well, I thought she was amazing.

......

Really?　Oh, my God, you're amazing.

Yeah, it's amazing.

I'm not sure if you've ever heard of it, but I'm sure you've heard of it.

It is true that at that time, I wanted my parents to see me as much as possible, so I practiced my manners very hard to give them a reason to praise me. It was before the birth of my younger sister, and I was worried that my parents would steal her away. I was so embarrassed that my efforts had been exposed in our first meeting. Why didn't they just let it go, saying that there are individual differences in growth?

Knowing how badly she had behaved in their first meeting, it was unexpected for Lydia that she had been evaluated in such a way.

She wanted to protest that her sister had suddenly brought up a subject that she didn't want to be brought up again, but she couldn't get angry because it seemed to be a reason for her sister to get upset.

Feeling helpless, she grudgingly walked over to the apprentice gardener and muttered in a voice only he could hear.

I'm not sure what to say, but I'm going to say it.

It's a waste of time.

What?

You're cute, but if you keep complaining and frowning all the time, it's a waste.

If you don't care, I'll leave you alone, he said. Ludia didn't know that this was what he meant. When he went to demand an apology, he was certainly rephrased in the affirmative, but she didn't think he was worried about the future.

Why now? Lydia felt the heat in her cheeks spread across her face.

She knew that there were many things he would not answer unless she asked. Still, after five years, she wished he hadn't revealed the heartbreaking truth. It would have been better if he had just kept it to himself. Lydia regretted that she had pursued his reminiscent laughter.

From then on, she followed behind them in silence, so as not to be seen by the apprentice gardener until they reached the study garden.

Soon they reached their destination, and she heard the squeals of her sister who had gone through the hedge first. Ludia also went through the hedge and found out why her sister was so excited.

It was just flowers blooming.

For some reason, the mere sight of them gave her a sense of relief, and the vivid colors made her excited to hear that it was spring. These small flowers, which might be called weeds in some circumstances, were given a place to bloom and were blooming freely.

Small flowers, such as the yellow Kagamigusa and the white and peach-colored Harujion, bloomed in clusters, and the path between the flowers made a winding path around the small square.

The fountain with the stone statue of an owl in the center was still there, but it was doubtful that he would be able to reach it, buried under the flowers. He had once planted cherry blossoms of varying colors around the fountain, making it difficult to sit on the edge of the fountain, so there was some concern.

Still, I can't disguise the fact that the current scene has made my heart spring.

It's like Freiheit, isn't it?

What's that?

The young apprentice gardener tilted his head at the unfamiliar name. The boy, an apprentice gardener, tilted his head at the unfamiliar name, which he found unfamiliar to him as a commoner.

It's a store famous for its floral designs.

Freiheit's store, which he started as a hobby of collecting antiques, sells a variety of goods, including textiles and ornaments. However, the most popular items are the store's own floral designs. The patterns on the surface of cosmetic boxes and the embroidery on the skirts of dresses appear to be scattered haphazardly but are arranged in a regular pattern. The name of the store came to refer directly to the floral patterns, as the elaborate designs could not be imitated anywhere else.

I once bought a Freiheit jewelry box as a birthday present for your mother. It's very similar to the vividness of the colors.

Lydia couldn't say that she felt the same excitement when she saw it.

The shopkeeper told her with shining eyes about his dream for the distant future, that when the technology of weaving and printing was more developed than now, he would like to make Freiheit flowers bloom directly on the whole cloth and distribute it to the common people. His childlike gleam in his eyes reminded me of the boy who was an apprentice gardener. I felt embarrassed at the fact that I remembered him without him, and could not continue to speak.

I'd like to go to that store.

The gardener's apprentice, who seemed unusually interested, muttered not a wish but an impression. Ludia noticed this and wondered if she should pretend she hadn't heard it.

It was not the kind of place a commoner like him could go to. So Ludia could not easily assure him that she would take him there. At least I could show him the jewelry box I gave him at the tea party with his mother, he thought, searching for an alternative.

The apprentice gardener laughed and patted her on the head when he saw that she had just picked up on his mumbling and began to worry seriously. The small shock brought her back to consciousness from the sea of thoughts, and she looked up at him.

There are so many beautiful patterns?

"Yes. Yes, it was lovely.

I see," he smiled.

She smiled back, not wanting to look gloomy when he seemed unconcerned.

What is normal for a nobleman like Lydia is not normal for a commoner like him. There have been many times before and since. Each time, he laughed. There was not the slightest sign of inevitability or resignation, only happiness. So Lydia understood that it would be disrespectful to him to feel hurt by the difference.

You and he both understand that there are things you can't do because you're noble. Just because we're different doesn't mean we're superior or inferior, and there's no need for us to belittle ourselves.

Now we are looking at the same scene side by side. This is much more important, she reminded herself.

After that, she decided to enjoy the spring garden with her frolicking sister.

...... And again, Zak said on the spur of the moment.

I'm sure you'll be pleased to hear that.

It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

In the garden of Duke Ernst's mansion, Lydia and Roy are having a tea party. To the world, this is a meeting between two engaged couples, but to them, it's just a status report with friends. By a strange coincidence, their mutual acquaintances include not only two boys who are candidates for Roy's direct vassalage, but also a boy who is an apprentice gardener. And since they were the only two people outside of their families who could mention the gardener's apprentice to each other, it was a natural topic of conversation.

They exchange information that they don't know about each other, such as how Ludia is doing in the garden and how Roy is inspecting the city. It was a topic that could only be discussed and laughed about in this situation, with Roy's squire and Lydia's bodyguard in reserve.

As they were talking about the apprentice gardener, Lydia suddenly thought.

"Um, ...... Roy, could you turn the clock into a facility?

Why?

The nobles and commoners have different senses of time, don't they?　I've heard that there are fountains in the central square and wells in the downtown area where people can easily gather. I thought if we could put a big clock in those places, we could have the same perspective.

He said he wished he could make the clocks smaller and carry them with him, but that was not something he could realistically do right away. However, it would be possible to use the current technology to make even larger clocks scattered in places where people come and go. If this could be done, everyone present, regardless of status, would be able to keep the same time.

Roy smiled softly as he listened to Lydia's serious idea.

You have a very interesting point of view, Miss Lydia.

"Isn't that right, ......?

Yeah. You don't get a chance to see much of the city, but it's amazing that you can come up with such a great idea.

That's because ......, Master Roy tells us what's going on in the city. ......

Lydia was embarrassed to receive such unexpected praise from Roy, her prince and friend. When she returned home for the off-season, her grandfather, who was in charge of the dukedom, taught her how to read a map. Since then, Lydia has often looked at the map of the royal capital. It was surprisingly fun to check where on the map Roy had told her about the inspection.

As she looked at the map, she imagined the central square, the promenade, the small square in the downtown area with wells, etc., and what kind of people would come and go in each of them.

No, Miss Lydia has a good eye. I'll consider it.

Are you sure you want to do this, ......?

I simply thought that it would be less expensive to make it a public facility than to hand out watches to each person. There is no estimate of the actual cost or time involved, and Lydia, as a young lady, does not have that level of knowledge. Therefore, to her, it was an idea that was no more realistic than the statement of a young apprentice gardener.

Rydia was taken aback when the idea was so easily adopted. When Roy, the prince, made his move, it became more realistic. He didn't know how long it would take, but he was surprised to learn that it was feasible.

At Ludia's confirmation, Roy nodded, smiling a little happily. His nod slowly filled her with joy and made her heart beat faster. She was very happy that she could be of some use to him, even if she was only a young lady.

I was wondering, when is Miss Lydia going to tell the Marquess Augustus and the others?

"What?　About what?

"About Isak.

I've been wondering about that for a while.

He had been wondering about it for a long time, which meant that he knew Roy would tell him someday. But Lydia hadn't thought about telling him. Why would she need to, when she could talk to Roy like this?

Why on earth would Roy think it necessary for Lydia to tell her other friends about him?

Roy chuckled as Lydia wondered what to ask him about the unexpected.

I'm a man. I'm a man, and there will be times in the future when I won't be able to help Miss Lydia.

"Why not Katrin, Emilia and the others? ......?

If it's a same-s*x counselor, there are girls who already know about his existence. Why can't it be them?

"Excuse me. They're friends of Miss Ludia's, aren't they? Not that they shouldn't be, but ...... as your friend, that's what I thought.

Roy's smile was thoughtful, and Lydia thought about it.

I have consulted with the apprentice gardener on several occasions for other reasons. And it's not as if Tordeliese and the others haven't brought up the subject of his involvement. Each time, he would try to hide it and divert the topic, but wasn't that dishonest?

I felt uncomfortable about continuing to hide the fact that these women are my dear friends.

As I realized my discomfort, I also realized my cowardice in not trusting my friends. I was afraid that they would give up on me, even though I knew better than anyone else that they were not that kind of people. Thinking about their personalities, Lydia made up her mind.

How can I talk to them? ......

It is good that you have made up your mind, but you do not know how to start.

"Speak your mind, Miss Lydia.

You are reading story Otome Game no Mobu desura naindaga at novel35.com

Roy smiled encouragingly at Lydia.

A few days after the conversation with Roy, the sound of girls chatting and laughing echoed softly in Duke Ernst's mansion.

In Ludia's room, her friends were sitting around a table with tea cups. Tordeliese, the marquise, who was her first friend; Zaskia, the baroness, who became her friend after she had encouraged her at a party; and Steffenier, the countess, who had grown strong despite being in an environment where she was easily mistreated. They talk about their favorite childhood picture books, the latest dress trends, and other trivial topics. Just by being together, everyone talks and laughs.

Ludia realizes that spending time with these women has become second nature to her.

"You know, .......

What is it?

When Lydia tries to start a conversation, Tordeliese smiles as if to encourage her, and Stefanie and Zaskia are ready to listen.

There's something I'd like you to hear, Torde and the others. ......

Lydia searched for the right words, wondering if she would be able to convey them successfully. I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.

I'm not sure I'm going to be able to ......

I have a friend who is a commoner," she said, letting out a deep breath in an attempt to release her heartbeat, which was beating more nervously than she had expected.

I have a commoner friend!

I used to be a commoner myself.

I'm an ex-commoner myself." Steffenier pointed at himself and tilted his head.

It was no secret that she had been taken in by the Countess after her mother's remarriage. Tordeliese and the others looked at her like she was a friend of theirs.

While relieved by the reaction of her friends, Lydia spun her words awkwardly because there was some information she had not yet given them.

He's a servant in our family.

"So he's a boy?

Won't that make His Highness jealous?

When it turned out to be a heteros*xual friend, Steffenier and Zaskia involuntarily put their hands on the table and raised their hips. Lydia was somewhat intimidated by the vigorous reaction.

No, ......, Master Roy knows about such things.

...... perhaps you're someone I've met?

Tordeliese asks Lydia, recalling her memories.

Tordelise remembers him, even though she only saw his face a few times at a party a few years ago. LUDIA is surprised by this fact.

"Do you remember ......?

"Yes, of course. You're that comrade, aren't you?

She took Lydia's question as an affirmation, and Tordelysse put her palms together, glad to have won.

You're not the one with the sepals, are you?

Zaskia was reminded of the boy who had been her dance partner by Tordelise's satisfied look. He was the only person of the opposite s*x close to Ludia's age that she could think of.

I've heard of him. I've heard of him. He was like a ghost before I met Dia and the others, wasn't he?

"Aunt ......

I've heard of that, isn't it? The fact that he was rumored to be the king of the calyxes at the time made her itchy, but it also made her feel uncomfortable that he was being treated like an outsider. He's human.

Steffenier, who had never met the man himself, envied Tordeliese and the others.

We were worried that you had quit, since we had not seen you here.

Tordeliese patted his chest in relief. He had been introduced as the squire of the Ernst family, but he had not been seen at all when he visited the mansion, and that had bothered him.

That's because he's really an apprentice gardener. ......

"So he knows a lot about flower names!

Zaskia's face lit up when she realized that he was also a good dancer.

When Steffenier, who was the only one who didn't understand, asked him what was going on, Zaskia happily explained to him what had happened. Steffenier listened with admiration and concluded that he was glad he was not the final ghost. To Steffenier, who had never seen one, the rumor about you in the calyx was a kind of ghost story.

Lydia was taken aback when Tordeliese and the others took it in stride, as Roy had so matter-of-factly put it.

"Don't you think that's strange ......?

I was prepared to feel a little uncomfortable, if not scorned. But they did not ask why or why not.

In response to Ludia's question, the three of them looked at each other once, and then smiled. It was a fearless, confident smile.

He is a man who cares for you.

I can tell that just by talking to her!

I've never met him, but if he's a friend of Dear's, he doesn't seem like a bad person.

I've never met him, but if he's a friend of yours, he doesn't seem like a bad person. She was glad to be friends with Tordelise and the others, she thought to herself, but there was something more she needed to say.

Thank you.

Lydia smiled as she expressed her gratitude.

She smiled and settled down with her friends, and one of them, Steffenier, raised his hand to make a statement.

"What's the matter, Monsieur Fanny?

"It's cunning.

"Yes.

I've never seen your friend, even though you all know him.

I've never seen my friend when everyone else knows him. You will find a lot of things that you can do to make your life easier.

Lydia pondered what she should do. It would be a hindrance to the work if this many people came, and the appearance of his father, Denis, could easily be misunderstood. Zaskia, in particular, would have to be prepared. On the other hand, the other side might feel intimidated if Jan and the others encountered several young ladies.

Oh, ......, you might be able to see them from the terrace by now.

Lydia thought of a way to check from here.

The most recent work must have been tending to the flower beds in the backyard. Since Lydia's room faced the backyard, there was a possibility that she could see it from a distance.

At Ludia's suggestion, Steffenier and the others went out to the terrace. From the terrace on the second floor, they could see the spring flowers blooming in the flowerbeds, and for a moment they forgot their purpose and let out a sigh of admiration.

They regained their composure and began to look for a figure, but were unable to find one, so they stuck to the railing and looked around. Ludia also put her hand on the railing and looked down at the flowerbed.

There she is.

"Where are you?

Steffenier, who was next to Lydia when she found him, reacted to the voice and followed Lydia's gaze.

"Oh. There's a big guy.

"There are two of them nearby. ...... Which one is it?

Well, Dennis ...... is the one on the right, the big gardener.

You can't see his face very well. You can't see his face very well, but you can tell him apart.

Steffenier spotted the most obvious gardener, and Tordeliese recognized the apprentice gardeners. When Ludia told him who she was looking for, Zaskia squinted and looked closely, and then praised Ludia for being able to tell the difference.

Ludia replied that it was not difficult for her to recognize him because he was a servant of the family. It is true that they may look alike from a distance because of their work clothes, but he has Tobi-iro hair that tends to fly outward, and his younger brother Yang has Kurii-iro hair that is shorter and harder than his. Both of them are tanned from their work, but their skin color is also different.

I knew them as individuals and could tell the difference, but Zaskia seemed to take it as humility and her eyes lit up with admiration.

What kind of person are you?

After trying in vain to recognize her face, not only squinting but also standing on tiptoe, Steffenier decided to ask Lydia, whom he knew, directly.

When asked, Lydia looked at the apprentice gardener working in the flowerbed and wondered how to explain. Knowing who he was, she could imagine that he was enjoying his work, even if she could not see him. Maybe he's humming a tune.

He's Zak...... Isak, and he's been my go-to guy since I was a kid.

"So he's your childhood friend.

I'm not sure if I should nod in agreement with Steffenier. If they had been together since childhood, Katrin the maid seemed more appropriate than him as a servant. However, Katrin and he are both servants, and it's not as if they are just casual childhood friends.

Not knowing what name to use, Ludia just smiled.

I guess being a gardener is his vocation, because he is always thinking about his garden. But he's also very caring and meddlesome ......, and when he sees someone in need, he moves to help, even doing things he doesn't have to, like substituting for my dancing.

Even as a dance proxy, he could say no. He said he had met Roy as a lost guide, and he had brought Nikolaus into the garden for shelter. Perhaps he doesn't realize that he is not the only one who can't leave people alone, even if he has never met them before.

He reaches out when he knows he can. When it is beyond his control, he relies on others, but he has no option but to pretend that he did not see it. He confronts what most people would turn away from.

I really can't help it.

He seems to live his life freely and as he pleases, but he does not despise others. I feel that his nature is precious, so I am worried that he will be reckless, but I do not want to correct him.

So she could only smile.

"It's important, isn't it?

Lydia could not deny Steffenier's confirmation.

Yes. Yes, I need him in order to be me.

Whenever Lydia tried to control her mind, he would notice. It is only because of him that I am able to stand up straight and not bend myself.

Lydia's assertion was dignified and looked noble in the eyes of the Steffeniers.

He is a good friend of yours, isn't he, Isak?

"He is a very nice man.

Tordeliese smiled contentedly, Zaskia agreed with a flush on her cheeks.

She knew that he was a nice man, but Stefanie, who had only seen him in his work clothes, could not understand his reaction. She looked at him again, but he was dressed in the same way she had seen him when she was downtown, and there was nothing to make her smile.

He looks taller than us, is he older than you?

Steffenier noticed that the apprentice gardener also looked taller than them, though it was hard to notice since the gardener, who was his father, was a big man. Her question was answered in the affirmative by Lydia.

"I'll be thirteen soon.

"Then, if you get accepted, you might be in the school the year after next.

"You will be accepted ......?

What?" Lydia tilted her head, and Steffenier tilted his head as well.

It's time to measure your magical capacity, right?　I'm not sure what to make of it.

Since Ludia and the other noblemen usually had a lot of magic power, the magic power measurement was just a rite of passage. However, Ludia knows that the magic measurement is a big event for the commoners. She remembers that her father, a duke, once told her that there is a financial aid system that guarantees school life in case a commoner is accepted. She realizes that gaining admission to the Magic Academy will mean a lot to the commoners.

"Dormitory ......

He doesn't know if his magic power will reach the threshold, but if he does, he will hardly be able to see him for two years before he himself is admitted.

Lydia was shocked to realize this fact.

It was different from the temporary absence during the off-season. She had considered the possibility that she might leave the mansion, but she had never considered the possibility that he might leave.

He was always there in the garden of Duke Ernst's mansion.

It was a universal thing for Lydia.

He was always in the garden of the Duke of Ernst's house.

"Love, people ......?

These were the only words that lingered in Lydia's ears as Steffenier spoke.

By the time he attended the school, he was of age. Will he be interested not only in gardens but also in the opposite s*x? Like the girl he knew at Steffenier's school, he might have a crush on her, even if it's just for a dream.

Trying to imagine what would happen next, Lydia slumped to the ground as if she had lost her strength.

"Master Dia?

I'm not sure what to say, but I'm sure you'll understand. Tordeliese crouched next to her and supported her. Steffenier and the others approached her, wondering what was wrong.

While supporting Ludia's shoulder, Tordeliese saw out of the corner of her eye a maid trying to run towards her. But the maid was held back by a maid younger than her, one who wore too many sleeves. Understanding that they were worried about their master, Tordeliese made a show of letting them handle it.

After making sure that the maids had refrained from doing so, Tordeliese turned to her friend, who was unreliably holding her arm. When their gazes met, Lydia's nigella-blue eyes flickered with anxiety.

"...... Master Torde.

"Yes.

Zach ......, Zach, has always been in this garden, ...... so it's not like he's going away, or that he might be thinking of someone else.

Tordeliese smiled reassuringly at Lydia, whose realization of the possibility was too sudden and confusing.

"How did you feel?

He was allowed to reveal the emotions swirling in his heart, and he said it more easily than he thought he would.

...... I hate it.

I don't like the idea of not being able to see him, or having someone else think of him. I don't know why I remember his smile like a puddle of sunshine along with his strong rejection.

"Dear, I'm sorry.

Steffenier bowed his head vigorously and apologized, looking as if he was about to cry. You'll be able to find a lot more information on the web.

I didn't know I liked you that much,.......

What?

What?

It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

For a few seconds, a silence enveloped the terrace, as if time had stopped.

The one who broke the silence was Lydia, who had most likely stopped breathing as well as thinking.

I'm not sure what to say.

In the event that you have any questions regarding where by and how to use the internet, you can call us at the web site. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

I'm sure you're aware of that, aren't you?

I'm not sure what to do, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.

It's one thing to be aware of your thoughts, it's another to let people know what you're thinking. It's incredibly embarrassing when people say it to you.

I'm not sure what to say, but I'm going to say it.

"Even Master Kia!

I'm sure you'll be able to understand why I'm so happy to see you. But protesting with a red face didn't seem to have any effect, and her friends only smiled.

The maids, Katrin and the others, seemed to be smiling as well, but Rydia pretended not to notice, as the heat in her cheeks would not go down if she recognized them any more.

I don't know how much I've read, but Roy's suggestion was right.

She hadn't expected to realize her feelings for him by telling her friends who didn't know him. And now that his friends knew about his feelings, the future of worrying about him alone was gone.

Still, I wonder what I should look like next time I see him.

It was not a problem that was years away, but one that was just around the corner.

You can find story with these keywords: Otome Game no Mobu desura naindaga, Read Otome Game no Mobu desura naindaga, Otome Game no Mobu desura naindaga novel, Otome Game no Mobu desura naindaga book, Otome Game no Mobu desura naindaga story, Otome Game no Mobu desura naindaga full, Otome Game no Mobu desura naindaga Latest Chapter