A Chronicle of Life in a Different World

"--I fell in love with you."

Ruvillia's expression is no joke or tease. I don't think it would be like that from the beginning.

…………

Is that why you should say that? Reurus does not lose sight of Ruville, but merely keeps silence.

Ruvillia was very serious about her thoughts, and her face turned bright red and her confession was beautiful - it looked sad somewhere.

Therefore, Reurus stuck to the confession and stared at Ruvillia's eyes.

Ruvillia smiled with her cheeks red, wondering what she thought when she saw a silent revulsion. That smile still looks lonely somewhere.

"I thought you had a little understanding... no, I wanted to think so. Still, you're not looking at me, are you?

Ruvillia's murmuring voice included both loneliness and persuasion. Ruvillia strokes a pure white misanga wrapped around her right wrist with her left hand, but doesn't stop smiling.

"Ah...."

Reurus scratches his head in trouble. I wanted to keep quiet, but it would be futile to think too much about positions and relationships.

Ruvillia's confession is serious, serious, and the color of the act is free of shards. That's how Reurus spins his own words.

"Ruvillia.... No, Ruvillia"

"Yes"

"I hope you don't get me wrong, but, well, what... I was surprised by it all of a sudden, but I'm happy about it."

Be concise or rude. Reurus thought we should repel Ruvillia's confession, but we have travelled together for a long time. It was also my fault that I refused lightly to cut it with a blade.

"It's cute, has guts for a noble princess, and has a good personality."

"... ah, thank you."

I don't just see the appearance and personality, but I don't dislike a girl named Ruvillia even as a Reurus.

I went on a journey with anxiety, and even after a long journey of two and a half months, I didn't complain at all, and now I want to trample. The journey may have been fresh and interesting just because I was in a position, but the journey wasn't easy enough to accomplish just because it was interesting.

Though it was necessary to lure the "neck hunter" out, the attitude of trusting Reurus and risking his life was also favorable. That's why Reurus doesn't hate Ruvillia either.

I don't hate it, but Reurus is an adventurer and Ruvillia is a noble princess. The difference in social position is also true, but if you think of the “background” that Ruvillia has, you can't nod.

(Ah... not if you're squeezing words around like this)

The answer is certain. It would be rude to say something that would make you expect it, and Reurus lowers his head.

"But... I'm sorry. I can't answer that feeling."

He answers straight to Ruvillia's thoughts. Ruvillia nods after a short pause.

"Yes... I knew."

When Reurus raised his head to the words, Ruvillia remained smiling. However, your eyes are shaking to express your mood.

"I'm sorry I got caught up in my own business. When I thought I might never see you again after my trip, I just wanted to let you know how I feel."

Ruvillia turned her back on Reurus and turned her gaze towards the night sky.

"... I know it's a love that won't come true even if Reurus nods to me... but..."

The voice of Ruvillia, looking up at the night sky, trembled slightly.

"It's really the first time, so I don't know if it fits... but I think this feeling, this high chest sound, is definitely love."

With that, Ruvillia puts her right hand on her chest. Hold a pure white misanga wrapped around your right wrist.

"Like a bard singing, like a princess in a book, there's really nothing you can do about it."

Your voice trembles louder and Ruvillia's body trembles small enough to be caught by it.

When Ruvillia wiped her eyes with the sleeves of her clothes, she took a deep breath. However, the line of sight does not deviate from the night sky.

"It may have been bad luck to know this feeling before you married a nobleman. But personally, I'm really glad to know."

Reurus has no answer to Ruville's monologue. I thought it would be polite at least to listen to him silently.

"When the journey is over, I will return to the second daughter of the House of Värg... and I will finally be able to“ go back "."

That's it, and finally Ruvillia looks down and sees Reurus.

Reurus tried not to see anything shining around his eyes.

"When I return home, I will serve as a human of the Vicomte. Now that your body has healed, you can perform your duties. This trip will solve all the" problems ”... thanks to Reurus."

Perhaps at the end of this journey, Ruvillia will be married to some house as the second daughter of the Viscount of Velg. Natalia also said that the younger sisters could not go to their daughters-in-law because Ruvillia had not been able to do so.

It must be a political wedding for the Viscount of Velg.

Ruvillia has embraced her future - and yet the confession came out because she didn't want to leave it untouched.

Even if Reurus accepted the confession, Ruvillia realized that it would never come true. I knew from a young age that my position would not be tolerated.

As a person living in a territorial tax, as a human being of the Viscount Velg, he has a duty to do his utmost for the development of his territory and his home.

Reurus can understand the position and mood of Ruvillia to some extent. But I can't reach out. I can't bear it.

"The journey isn't over yet... there's only one day left"

I don't think there's anything here. Even so, the only thing I could do was be careful not to lose consciousness.

"If anything happens, Reurus will protect you, right?

"Oh, I'll protect you until the end of the journey."

And I could only send Ruvillia home as a nobleman so that she could return to her nobility.

"Fufu... that's reassuring. Let's go back to the carriage."

That's how we begin to return to the path Ruvillia came to. Reurus followed Ruvillia slightly behind him.

Unlike the way, Ruvillia's steps are slow. The legs that were bouncing like dancing were now turning into steps to make sure.

However, even if you walk slowly, the distance to the "station" does not change. Walking more than twice as long as walking is the same.

Ruvillia stopped by surprise just moments before the Station.

"Forget what I just said. Because I wanted to tell you, it's like a child's self."

Ruvillia says without looking back.

"But... I'm sorry. After all, can I just say one thing?

"... ahh"

All Ruvillia can do is spin words, and all Reurus can do is listen to them.

"I may be able to marry somewhere and forget about it someday... but I think I can nurture love“ as a nobleman ”with my husband..."

Ruvillia turned her gaze to the night sky like that in the meadow.

"I'm sure I'll never forget this love. It didn't come true, but it was my first love. I can't forget... so can I just have that feeling?

…………

In response to the query, Reus could not nod or return the word. Ruvillia waited for a few seconds for Reurus to respond, but eventually murmured.

"Ahahah... that's weird."

Looking up at the night sky, looking at the full moon.

"--The moon is cloudy"

The murmur, wet with tears, did not have a word that could be returned by Reurus.

The next day, Reurus and the others were able to reach Laval on schedule.

The time when the earth starts dyeing red as the sun sets. Reurus stopped at the east gate of the fortress city of Laval just as he did when he left, and said goodbye.

"Reurus, Collard, Eliza, Sarah, Meer, Neddy... thank you so much."

"I'm glad you made it."

Reurus answers Ruvillia with his head down and a word of gratitude, as usual.

Both Reurus and Ruville were shouting at each other as if nothing had happened last night.

"Regarding the rewards for this request, I think we will communicate through the messenger again....."

"I'm throwing a bang at you around here. And then... I wonder if Mr. Collard can do something about it."

"Lord, is it so fun to hurt my stomach? Hmm?"

There is a little interaction between the words of gratitude and the fact that the request has been fulfilled. As the sun goes down, I can't help it because I can't get into Laval, but I'm going to talk about it in an administrative way.

In the future, exchanges between the abandoned city of Laval and the fortified city of Accra, Natalia and the Viscount of Velg will dominate. Messengers and Collard connect them.

Whether or not you will have the opportunity to meet Ruvillia directly.

"Well then....."

Ruvillia knew that, too, and the expression that should have restored calm had collapsed slightly. Anemone looked at Ruvillia a little worried, but she smiled before anyone but Reurus noticed.

"Thank you so much. - Goodbye."

"Ah... how are you?"

The word Ruvillia chose was not a wish for reunion. That's why Reurus answers with a smile.

So Luviria took Anemone and vanished into the gates of Laval. Did you see something? Collard also turned to Laval, but walked away from him so he wouldn't catch up soon.

Reus waited until Ruvillia and the others were completely invisible and shook his head once and turned his gaze towards the abandoned city of Laval.

"Saada... we're going home, too"

"Hmm... I see."

I've been away from Laval Waste for over two months. Not only Reurus, but Eliza and the others' expressions have turned bright.

"Ah... what should I do..."

Then, unexpectedly, Meer raised her voice. It was a realuse that looked at something in that voice, but I noticed what Meer was looking at and then I broke my face without thinking.

"Mr. Collard... I thought you kept your horse connected."

Perhaps because it is difficult to carry the carriage, did you leave it there? During the journey, Meer's skills have improved, so it's possible to go to the abandoned city of Laval.

"Collard will come out later, won't he? Then I'll keep it until then! These kids are part of the journey, so I made them a big meal tonight!

"... Mr. Umami"

As Sarah and Neddy stroked her torso, the horse was left alone.

Reus, who had heard such an exchange, turned his gaze to Laval's castle gate only once, but immediately turned his gaze back.

"Okay... then let's have a banquet at my place tonight!

Walk towards the abandoned city of Laval with a bright voice.

Reurus never looked back.