"Lummy, Laura's crazy in the morning, you know what happened?
In the Townhouse's office, it was my father, the Count of Porta, who had spoken out to Luminox, who was doing the work of the territory assigned to him. Luminox looks up from the writing he was staring at, knocking down his neck and looking at his father.
"Isn't Laura crazy what started just now? And how many times have I told you not to lumi?"
"It's not that kind of 'weird'. Come on! Oh, my God, my face has been better than that since breakfast. Feels like a broken heart girl! Even though Laura is handled by an angel as bright as that sun. It wasn't like that at dinner yesterday! I wonder if you even had a bad dream."
"... don't you think you're heartbroken?
"I don't think there's a guy with a bad eye for waving Laura!
Middle-aged, very similar to Luminox, fluttered and rocked a beautifully groomed, short, golden curly hair, and, um, put his arms around him and lowered his back to the reception set across from Luminox's concierge instead of his own. Luminox, who is completely accustomed to his father's silly remarks, replies sloppily when he returns his gaze to writing again.
"Unfortunately, I had a slight fever this morning and I had breakfast in my room.... Speaking of which, you haven't seen Laura's face yet"
"Eh, it's nonsense to live without seeing that angel in the same house, Lumi!
"If your father will change this job, I'll go talk to him."
"........................... ok, good luck"
Rare, Luminox rounded his big eyes. The Earl of Porta is good for people, but he's not that good of an executive. He also helped to be a little lazy, always running the territory supported by competent housekeepers, butlers, clerks, etc., and tried to make people do their jobs as long as they could, except for the final settlement. That doesn't make me hate you, so I guess I was fortunate enough to have the ability to use people in the right place.
It is very unusual for such a father to attempt to take Luminox's work on his behalf. Luminox slowly rose out of the concierge, wondering how worried he was about his sister. If they tell me I'm in enough condition to be told that, I'll be worried about you as a brother. I may even think of my sister's change over my father, especially since I've spent so much time with my brothers and sisters over the past few years than with my parents.
I'll give it to my father.
"This is an estimate about repairing the bridge that needs to be fixed by winter. It's a little sweet, so I think we need to get the breakdown back out, so put an extra note with red ink in the suspicious spot."
"Yes."
"I also have a quote for the repair of the streets, please do that too"
"Yeah, it's not one!
Oh, shit! Luminox left the office as he heard his father scream on his back. Ask the samurai with the flowered vase, who passed through, where she is, and she says she is stuck in her room.
It is unusual or irrelevant that Aurora is stuck in the room, so Luminox thought nothing in particular, knocked on the door three times, opened the door without acknowledgment, and shouted.
"Wow, dark"
Thick curtains and bed lids remain closed. Even so, all the taps on the Demon Stone lamp have been turned off, and there's not enough light to do anything but sleep. If you patronized your gaze as to whether you were sleeping in the middle of the day like this, Aurora was staring at the ceiling with her knees on a bench illuminated by the light from the door that came in. The small table in front of the bench is decorated with the finest blue demonic stones, unraveling.
Luminox, who knows they were given to him on the night club day by Felix Ile-Les-Clavis, softly jumped a single eyebrow.
Luminox opened the curtains and turned as he made the missing noise between the indoor worn peppers. In the room, which is finally bright, I sit back on the couch opposite my sister. The soft shaded seating surface for the girl is as seemingly, fluffy and soft, a slightly unforgiving specification for a man to sit on.
Aurora glared and narrowed her eyes before glancing at her brother. She also glanced at the ceiling. I don't feel like untying the knee I hold. Luminox suppressed his temples and breathed, stood his feet together on the chair and stared at Aurora, but pretended not to notice it either.
"What's wrong, with the way mushrooms are going to grow. Have you decided to go to the Tower?
"... not yet, not yet, not yet."
Shake your head at the questioned word. It doesn't mean you're sentimental by deciding to enter the 'Tower'. Asked by her gaze, Aurora roared. Luminox is a grown man, turns to the listener and shuts up. But no matter how long I keep my mouth shut, my brother relentlessly gazes. Aurora began to talk conceptually, pompously, pompously.
"Of the Tower, what's the story? So fascinating, what is it? I can't answer right away. Since yesterday, I've been wondering why. Me..., Master Felix and I are losing touch."
"Yeah."
"But, look, I told you, your engagement to Master Felix, your charity,"
"You said it."
"Either way, one day, something to destroy, because I thought"
"... Hmm?
"I was talking about continuing this engagement for a year or two and avoiding a relationship. In fact, it seems to work, and Master Felix is relieving it, because, no, you know, it seems to me."
I must have joked and laughed because there seems to be a woman in distress. At that time, I really thought we should get along.
"So?"
To Luminox, Aurora was also annoyed.
"Even if I go into the Tower, I guess I can stay engaged. Master Felix is an honest man, and I think he'll say," Go ahead. "But while I'm in the Tower, I'm not Porta's daughter anymore, and if I need to socialize in the meantime, I'll have to go out with someone else, right? In five years, I'm sure you'll meet someone nice in the meantime. Then we'll have to break it down when we get into the Tower."
"Right."
"When I thought about it, I thought, no. Then the story of the" Tower "also appears to be halved in charm"
With an eyebrow-dropping, terribly pitiful face, Aurora raised her face. Ha, breathe deeply and vomit, untying the knee I was holding. I corrected my residence and fixed the hem I had given me.
"Perhaps I, Lord Felix, like, what?"
Aurora's room, where the natural light plunged in, became very quiet. Without realizing that she and her eye-catching brother had just noticed the maids, Aurora also hung herself on the elbow of a bench, pointing her lips. Her face looks a little bit above her age, but when she does, she becomes infantile and sees just a little below her real age. Her hair, which remained untied, hung flutteringly on her obstinate face.
"... but I'm mediocre, right?
"............... Shall I leave that to you"
"My face is normal, my body is normal, my head, normal. Well, is embroidery a bit good? Though I think so, that's all. Well, compared to Master Felix,"
She looks like a normal girl, but the contents are very unusual. That being said, Luminox tried so hard to kill his own words. Aurora spread her fingers and stared at her hands. It's a plump finger with embroidery. Not at all like a white, thin, luxurious finger, like the princess of the story.
"Master Felix is a beautiful face and body, he's smart, he can use witchcraft, he's amazing at swords, he's good at horseback riding, he's good at occupiers, he's serious, honest, honest, straight, he's the heir to the Marquis, he's a squad leader in the Kingsguard, he's a little hard to remember by His Royal Highness the King, but, oh, but lately, he's been pretty decent... Ugh, he's amazing in line again, I wonder if he's human"
"... yeah, it's a hell of a high spec when you line up, he"
My brothers and sisters can do it to me. In the light that plunged through the window, I stared at the dust and magic dancing. Blurry as a slide machine, a blue-purple shadow emerges.
From what I see, I don't know how clumsy he is. Standing in silence, he looks like someone with a jumping through beauty and unparalleled ability, with nothing in line.
"If you think you might like Master Felix, even though you probably know more about clumsiness and character than people do, is it okay with me to line up next to him? I thought about it. It's not Lord Loomis' word, but he wants people he likes to be tied to wonderful people. Because there will be plenty of girls who are more amazing than me. But as much as I think about it, I figured I should go into the Tower and, you know, stop getting engaged. I kind of thought about it."
Hmm, Aurora exhaled a thin, long breath and laughed bitterly. On a daily basis, Luminox narrowed his eyes to the badly chopped face of his sister, who never looked that way, such as smiling bitterly. Standing up from the couch and lowering his hips next to the bench, he slaps the head of a golden curly hair with a very similar hair texture.
"Brother..."
"That's what I call humility, not humility.... Hey, Laura. Is it ever warm for you to get lost in embroidery and something on the scale?
Fresh green forest-like eyes open round and wide, transferring the appearance of Luminox. He follows and spills a small laugh when he sees a less human self, called a 'fairy' or something like that, in his sister's eyes he looks like he would do it and spoil it.
"'Cause, you see, when I came with you, even though my father cried and hated me, he said it was my future dream to go into the temple and live with embroidery stabbed. And yet, I can't make an instant decision this time. What do you care so much about, ever?
Puffing, Luminox narrowed his eyes as he watched his sister's little mouth repeatedly open and close.
"Doesn't that mean I like it as much as embroidery?
"... you know what?"
"I think I should not let go of something I like tremendously and the hand of someone I like enough to worry about hanging on the balance, if it is where it reaches me. How many times before Laura meets a hobby that goes beyond embroidery? If you think so, you might never meet someone like that again, would you?
What, to my throat-soaking sister, Luminox, yes, folded up.
Older than Aurora, Luminox only for a few years, but not so rich in human experience, partly because of her weakness. However, I have a wider range of relationships than Aurora, a courtesan who has lived at home for a minute when I have lived outside my home as a student.
The edge of a person is difficult. Once you let go, you often never come back. Some edges just slip away after moving a little farther away, while others stay thin and long with people who have just spoken a little. Sometimes light fights become eternal insulation, and vice versa, arguments trigger intimacy.
An edge is something that if you're not willing to say one way or the other to tie it, you're very cantankerously cut off. Once a year, even on the edge of just sending a letter, if one of you stops doing that, it's over. It is never uncommon for a friend who was in the same room to return to the territory on the occasion of his marriage, not once, etc.
And connecting broken edges once again is something that requires out-of-the-box mental strength.
Therefore, Luminox thinks. I thought you were a difficult person. You shouldn't let go of the other person's hand. Whether we stick together or not, we have to keep the edges connected, even thin.
The love between his sister and youth should be less disabling. It's heterosexual, has a good identity, close to age, and character. We have no body to disagree with, we can respect each other, we stay together and we feel rested.... I wonder how much you can meet such a human being for the rest of your life. Wouldn't there be more people whose lives end without meeting one? I still don't know how hard this edge is for a young woman.
If it were, it would be the older man's job to push that back.
Luminox took his hands off his head and smiled what he called 'fairy-like'. I know that's Aurora's face when she says something a little mean, backwards on her bench, and her brother pushes her shoulder a lot like that.
Slip, snip.
"Hey, what's up, brother?"
"Well, listen."
The dumb offensive continued for a long time, and when Aurora stopped moving in his mind, his brother deepened his grin and cursed like this.
"Look, think about it and see. You're in the Tower, and in the third year or so, you might get a letter from him. He'll be twenty-four then, most likely." Where I got engaged to a warrant lady, I'm getting married next year, "or, oh," married, "might be an ex post report. I'm sure you'll hear the topic of newlyweds because he's like a disciple of His Royal Highness the King, who has jurisdiction over the 'Tower', saying how much the 'Tower' is disconnected from the public. Get engaged, get married, go out to a night club with a couple, and sooner or later a heir is born... someone like him would surely go up on everyone's topic every time. In that case, can you stand it? I wonder if I can really stay immersed in embroidery."