Hated Young Lady Accepts Her Fate

Hearing the bell announcing the day, I look back on what I had just done.

Like Arthur told me, I'm not willing to get along with them. But that's too much of a problem to ignore Alex's call.

Well, whether you ignore it or head out to the salon, I don't think it'll end well.

But instead of ignoring it and searching around for a painless belly, I wonder if Alex's trend would help me get back.

Besides, I honestly wonder how close Alex and Esther are now.

Obviously, there's been an expansion that hasn't been in the loop before. Maybe the day of culpability will be sooner or later.

(With that said, I haven't asked when to ask...)

Should I grab a snack at the salon, or should I have lunch before heading there...... Oh, no more! Why do you have to worry about this!!

I'm already selling Alex a fight. Even if you do something somewhat impolite, it will be now.

In the meantime, you can head to the salon, have lunch in the dining room if no one else is around, and then ask again.

If you decide so, all you have to do is act. Speak from behind to Esther, who was about to take a seat.

"At lunch, Alex called me. I'll be there."

"Huh?... Oh yeah!

It was an abrupt invitation, but Esther grinned and nodded, not complaining in particular. Apparently, her mood continues.

I feel indescribably curious about the gaze of curiosity from my classmates who can be directed at me, but inside I feel otherwise… I also feel a sympathetic gaze, which calms me down a bit.

Though I was angry all morning, apparently not everyone was peddling rumors either.

Scott stood at the entrance to the classroom as he took Esther into the hallway.

"Oh, you..."

"That's - Scott! What's the matter with you?

Faster than I speak, Esther coming from behind speaks to him.

Boulder Esther, you seem to be getting along with Scott already......

"Oh, Esther!...... and Miss Wellbellsley. Good, don't let it get in the wrong way!

"Maybe you came to pick me up?

"Yeah, you're the same sophomore! It's my first day, and I thought maybe I should stay on the road or something."

Emoldauk School has about two classes a year. Each class is a good distance apart so that they can relax and concentrate on their studies in a large school.

I hear Scott picked us up in different classes.

"Yeah, that would help."

"Wow - thanks!! But is it okay that Scott doesn't eat lunch?

It was an offer I didn't even wish for, so I'll thank you for letting me ride.

But to Esther's question, I nod inside too. Me and Esther would be fine with a snack, but Scott is a never-grown boy. I don't think anything but a snack would fill his stomach.

"Oh, I'm fine! You said you could have lunch at the salon, because Mr. Leon forgave me!

Scott replies with a full grin to Esther, who looks worried.

I don't have to wonder if I want to show you that much. Well, if you look at the delightful smile you're going to make to Esther earlier, there's plenty of room to look into the inside.

"... it is. Then I'd like you to show me."

"Oh, follow me"

That's what I'm saying. Following Scott walking out, me and Esther follow him, too.

Go down to the ground floor and continue down the crossing, moving to the east wing. Walking down the hallway that leads straight to the courtyard, the hustle and bustle turn away and winds come in through the windows containing aromatic rose scents.

Until now, I am about to fall into the illusion of being disconnected from everyday life in an atmosphere that is gallant and unusual.

Anyway, it's a situation that Alex seems to like.

"This is our salon."

We arrived in a discourse room in such a deep place that the average student would never come first.

The door Scott laid his hands on was so subtly made that he wanted to say that it was not too decorative, and he insisted that this was a special place.

(This is the white rose salon, isn't it?)

I heard rumors. I also knew where it was. But I've never set foot before.

Before I looped, I just admired it and was in a hurry hoping that one day Axe would invite me... a dream place. But now it's a nightmarish place I don't want to go in anyway.

"None of the other members have come yet, but it means getting acquainted with the atmosphere!

Scott opens the door, unaware of me being immersed in blurriness and emotion.

I lost my word in front of the salon, which appeared flashing.

Behind the luxurious doors was an even more luxurious world.

The light plunges in from the large specially equipped windows all overflowing, offering a beautiful view of the courtyard on one side.

A sunroom is set in the middle of the garden, with white rose flowers blooming like surrounding it. Maybe that's where the White Rose Society comes from.

There is also a large inside the conversation room, and there seems to be a room next to it. The supplier has been in and out since the earlier date.

... but the thing that caught my eye the most was the shitty luxurious conditioning.

"As always, it feels amazing how yucky this place is."

"Haha, I'd love it if Esther liked it"

Ignore the conversation between the two like flowers flying around and look indoors.

(I wonder why this is in the student council talking room...)

It's all handled by a well-known craftsman, like I don't even know that much about furniture. Some of the craftsmen who can make them have died, and there are even delicacies that are becoming difficult to obtain.

I can't believe these things are being offered to the monologue room... what is the school side thinking?

A place disconnected from everyday life, a salon surrounded by roses, expensive and tasteful conditioning.

It's like Alex was molested for... yes, like my garden.

Think that far, shake your head. There's no way I can do that because I'm a student chairman.

Sit down next to the two of you who are still having fun talking.

My heart was much quieter when I prepared tea and included a sip of tea for the servings preparing for tea time at the end.

"So when is Master Alex or your brother here?

In my words, Scott, who was talking to Esther, looks back.

"Uh... maybe have a light lunch, after a while? That's about it for the rest of them."

That won't come for 20 minutes yet.

So I'm going to ask you something that bothered me. I have a slight... bad feeling.

"... is Master Alston around that much?

"No, Arthur is always absent after lunch tee time."

"... it was"

Yes, that's why they went to get the cookies, right?

... Yes, I did. I felt that way. But, yeah, not at all.

I don't know, I can put my strength in my hand holding the cup.

- Huh!! I'm gonna help you with something. Those glasses! It's not a round throw at me, damn it!!

Return to the saucer, suppressing the desire to slap the cup to power.

If you're upset about this, you can't beat those glasses for life. There's no such thing as this.

"Amelia, your face is kind of awesome - scary, huh? You look like a ghost. - Daijbu?

"Thanks to you, I feel like I've got an extra horrible face, so it's not okay."

"Uh, what do you mean?

"Will you not talk to me? That's what I mean."

"Yikes!!... I don't know about that."

Even though I'm frustrated by Esther's words, I go around imagining how I'm going to smash those glasses the next time I see her.

Scott interrupted my conversation with Esther, who can stand in the dark clouds, with a slightly troubled face.

"Yeah, well, did Miss Wellesley even run errands for Arthur?

"Yep. I was hoping to thank you because that person contacted me... I will try again in the day"

"Oh, I see.... Oh, yeah! Esther, can I ask you to come to the dining room for a moment?

"Huh? Yeah... okay?

To a sudden change of subject from Scott and use, Esther, who looked strange but honestly nodded, took one servant to the dining room.

Scott and I are left indoors with heavy air flowing.

She distracted herself and moved to the next room, and the rest of the service was also invisible at some point.

……

……

"... so what?"

But wait and live. Scott doesn't say anything about requirements inside, so he talks to me.

What did you get rid of her for, though Esther would be back as well as this.

"... hey, why are you being mean to Esther or something?

"Huh?"

"She just got here, and I don't know her right or left. Don't you think I want to be nicer to you?

Scott has said that, even though he's a little wary of this one. Hmm?

But I've heard Scott has a less aristocratic personality.

You don't change your attitude to any student without worrying about the title, or you don't care about nobility or civilians. You go to town often?

Well, when I saw Esther asking me to use her to the cafeteria earlier, I didn't think she was treating civilians after all.

"Oh well, Master McGregor is kind."

"Nothing, it's not like I'm nice. Because... normally, that's what you think, isn't it?

"Yeah. Well, maybe I'm not normal, then"

I wonder what normal is in the first place.

I'll laugh sarcastically at Scott's words and say so.

"Why are you saying that?! I was able to come to the salon this time because of Esther!!

Scott yells irritably and carelessly at me for not being willing to properly fit in with anything I say.

Apparently, Scott is one of those people being danced to by rumors.

"Lady Wellesley, be nice to Esther, too!

"Oh, is kindness what you are forced to do? Is that what you call tenderness?

I don't even know how Scott feels, but you can't push that on me.

"Nothing, it's not meant to be coercive or anything..."

"If you want to be nice to her, just do it. But that's for your convenience, and it's none of my business."

"But it's not a bad thing to be gentle, okay!

"Well... then be nice to me too and don't miss this one"

"... Huh?

"Hey, the desire to be nice isn't meant for anyone, is it?

Unless you serve God, you're unconsciously sorting out who you reach out to.

… isn't kindness the first time you have someone you can respect "

I want to be nice because I can respect them.

At that moment when I was now convicted, there was no one to turn kindness to me or anything else.

Only then can we respect the human being who drove us into ruin and so on. Even if it was prescribed by fate, regardless of her will.... and my nostalgia isn't that deep.

"Is that because Esther is a civilian, you're saying she can't respect...?

Scott grabs his fist and seems to be holding back his anger.

I see, I can't help but be perceived that way when I do say it this way.

But there's no way I can explain the loop to him so far, and there's no way you can believe me where I said it.

"... if you want to be nice to me, just be nice to me."

Without denial or affirmation, I try to end the story by saying so. It doesn't make that much difference anyway.

But Scott was not convinced by the word, waved his blanket and leaned down.

"... Esther said she wanted to get along with Miss Welbersley"

Scott says with his face facing down.

"Yeah, I know that."

"He wants to get along with civilians, nobles, whatever... I'm so impressed to hear that..."

I can hear you sniffing. Oh, I'm crying!?

What a delicate air you want to walk away from this place, but I feel like I've heard a word you won't listen to.

Calm down and talk to Scott slowly. Please don't bother me any more.

"Wait for me, Master McGregor. That statement… there's a problem."

"Huh? Why not! The kid who told me that was gone before... so..."

"Yeah, that won't be there, will it? If we, the aristocrats, had said it, we wouldn't have complained about it... even if we were imprisoned."

"Huh?... Ah!

You realize the seriousness of things in my words, Scott blues.

Oh, my head hurts. I guess we can say such a dangerous thing because we don't care about each other nobles or civilians...

That said, if Esther really said that, it wouldn't be unknown to the public. Scott talked before that.

Serve cold tea. Even though the tea party hasn't even started yet, anxiety is just to be solicited.