After a few days in this country, Master Linoa came to school with Elle.
I feel like I can tighten my chest to see why they look like those two. When I look at them, I turn around and I turn right.
"Ha..."
I came to the courtyard to escape when I saw the two of them earlier.
"Hmm? Who?
"Ah, Your Highness Eric"
It was His Highness Eric who was in the courtyard.
"Oh, Roselia."
"Uh, yeah. I'm sorry to interrupt.
I couldn't stand this awkward atmosphere and tried to leave this place.
"Oh, wait. I'm sorry.
"Huh?"
I can't help but hear back because I don't understand the words from His Highness Eric.
"Huh! That's why I'm saying it was bad.
"Ha, ha"
(What about the person who said the apology?)
"... and I'm really sorry for what I said when I was a child... and for what my friend did this time.
"... Your Highness... raise your head. Your Highness must not bow your head or anything so easily. Besides, I don't think you hurt me in your own words, and I don't think your Highness has anything to do with Alec or Elena, so I was wondering if I needed to apologize."
"... but"
I still said something. To His Highness Eric for doing so.
"If you want to apologize that much, I'll accept your apology. Are you sure about that?
He looked a little mean and told His Highness Eric that he turned his face red and turned that way.
(Oh, I'm in a bad mood?)
"... me and... friends, will you?
I asked His Highness Eric, who muttered in a small voice, back again without hearing me.
"Huh!! So why don't you and I... be friends!? I said.
"Heh? Are you a friend?
"Ah, ah. From now on, I want you to get along with me as a friend. Roselia, you don't come to me because you're close to your brother and you're a prince. Most of them come to try to get along because I'm the prince. Until now, that's good, if we can be friends... but this time, my brother scolded me to understand that I had to properly identify the guy beside me as a prince.
I think I remember Master Will scolding me and my face is blue.
(How angry did Master Will get? You can't imagine because you're always sweet.)
"If you... would you, please, be my friend?"
You look at me with your pleading eyes and you're confused.
(It's hard to say I don't like it...)
"I don't feel like asking you to be my friend... if it's okay with me."
I couldn't let His Highness Eric in too desperately, and I accepted.
(Well, you wouldn't need me if you could give me some light advice about our upcoming friendship and go in the right direction! If even your fiancée's “Ko" lettering comes out, talk to Master Will! Let's do that!)
What a bad idea. As for me, His Highness Eric blushed his cheeks to see if he was happy that I had accepted a friend. He groaned happily, "Friend or not," but decided to ignore it for now.