As he had said, Aerenfleet had not stayed in the castle for a day. Speaking laughingly that's been the case for a long time, Rebecca still ties her red copper hair up beautifully today.
Since that day when we first met, Rebecca has spent most of her time holding back on Aria's side. I lean my neck against the attitude of an escort.
"Mr. Rebecca, is your job okay?
"Because I've worked without a break before. I've taken a long vacation to fulfill my position as the fiancée of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
"Aren't you bored to stay in the castle all the time for the holidays because of it?
"I'm happy to talk to Aria, and I'm going to miss the opportunity to go out."
They laugh at me with a dust and dye my cheeks without being able to say anything.
"Lady Aerenfleet is terrible at leaving her fiancée alone like this. It's been five days since Sieg told me to vacate the castle... and it's true that my family is restless."
Sigh softly and hold back the three books in your arms. Unlike when I was in my own country, there is no such thing as tutoring. If you want to know about this country, you have to learn for yourself.
"Master Aria is keen to study."
The five books in Rebecca's arms were also chosen by Aria from the library. Rebecca is holding it lightly.
"It's fun to be able to learn something new. Besides, knowledge becomes a weapon."
"That's brave."
I don't have anything else with me.
"I think your cuteness will be a weapon enough."
Again blushing feathers, Aria fans her flattened face with her right hand in an attempt to cool her hot cheeks. Rebecca somehow took the book, which was about to slip off.
"Excuse me!"
"I'll hold. Are you sure you want to go to your room?
"Thank you"
I need you to keep your pace, and you and I will walk slowly down the hall.
"Mr. Rebecca is a little different from the rest of us in this country."
"Really?
"You mean it's elegant at some point... Oh, you use respectful language beautifully. I'm sure."
What surprised me when I came to this country was its shattered language. Many people try to use respectful language rather than against Aria, but most speak in shattered tones, regardless of rank. Talk to Siegfried and the Emperor, whose servants are royalty, without a word of reverence.
"For those who do not have the opportunity to interact with those outside the country have no use for learning respectful language. Castle servants, for example, are good examples."
"The mission that came to my country..."
"I should have been trained a year ago. Little by little, I'm also investing in foreign policy. From now on, I may have to speak respectfully to the Aeren Fleet guy."
"Mr. Rebecca is very close to Mr. Aerenfleet."
"Well, we've been dating a long time,"
Rebecca laughs beautifully. After staring at the side of it, Aria slipped away gently. The air between them doesn't even feel the sweetness or dust. I'm sure what's there is friendship, not love. There may be some reason why they suddenly entered into an engagement. I suspect that the answer is hidden from Rebecca's sticking out on Aria.
While holding eight books, Rebecca cleverly opens the door.
"Is it good here?
"Yes, thank you."
All the books placed on the desk were chosen from the library by Aria herself. I am told that reading in a dusty room is bad for my health and that if I want to read something, I will carry it to my room. I think Siegfried is a little overprotective. Still trying to treat Aria like a little kid or something.
"... I'm not that soft."
Picking up a puffy, dropped grunt, Rebecca laughs. It's a refreshing, confident, loving grin.
"Siegfried seems to care a lot about you."
"You can be very clear about treating children."
The door to the room was knocked at the same time as Puppy turned away. When he replies with a fluke, Siegfried shows his face through the open door.
"Oh, Dear Sieg!
"Aria, what's wrong? You look so cute."
A hurried body is lifted gently. Siegfried narrowed his eyes when he saw a dark blue ribbon swinging in the back of his head.
"Ribbon, you're using it. Did you like it?
"Yeah. Very much."
'Cause this is the first gift Siegfried ever gave me. There's no reason I don't like it.
"Those in the way will be dispersed early, won't they?... Dear Aria, take this."
Just before leaving the room, Rebecca hooks a thin string around Aria's neck. At the end of the string was connected the whistle Lars gave me when it was.
"Please don't let your skin go"
whispered in his ear, staring into clear blue eyes. Rebecca left one pale grin and just left the room. Alia, left behind, looks up at that face held in Siegfried's arms. Siegfried, who I haven't seen in four days, was laughing with his eyebrows lowered just a little, as usual.
"What were you doing with Rebecca?
"Give me the book."
"Book?"
"I brought it from the library. I need to know..."
"What do you want to know?
Asked, he shook his head small. Maybe that doesn't make sense to ask Siegfried. Because he's not going to tell Aria the answer.
"Aria?"
I think Siegfried's eyes are very pretty. Gold with no interaction. Such a beautiful eye color, I've never seen it before.
"Master Sieg's eyes are the most beautiful. Much prettier gold than the moon on the mountain"
"... you think so?
"Don't you think?
"I don't really like these eyes."
"Why?"
Even though I knew there was no answer, I accidentally asked the question. Siegfried laughs like trouble and drops a small kiss on Aria's nose tip.
"Aria's eyes are prettier than mine. I was good over here."
Siegfried lays her eyes down, so her eyelashes shadow off and her golden eyes worry. The golden eyes, which usually shine beautifully, sometimes snap a little like this. I want to ask you what the hell makes you so sad, but I'm sure you're not allowed to step in that far yet.
"You're leaving each other alone."
So I nodded with the same face that I found out today and turned away without asking anything. I just keep sending the problem forward, not even knowing if that's right.
Back then, the werewolves all had silver hair and golden eyes like Siegfried, he said. Doesn't that mean Siegfried inherits his nature as a species more intensely than his brother, who has hair in shades close to black and red brown eyes?
Maybe there are more supporters of Siegfried than Aerenfreet, the Crown Prince. Some may not feel comfortable with the spark. Bad imagination spreads all over my head because I don't know where the problem they have is fundamentally.
"What's going on?
Siegfried laughs when he looks at Aria clinging to its chest. He lowered his eyebrows like trouble, narrowing his tender gold eyes and laughing.