Hated Young Lady Accepts Her Fate

"So, I'm going to get a satisfactory explanation of what you're going to say."

For Alex, Will asks roughly about his nose as well.

Now, don't say that. Will has been excited since he came into this salon, and maybe he can't help but notice the anomaly because he was confused all over the conversation.

Because we were in a position to blame for accepting her very normally.

(Plus, it's a good trend. Do more)

When we met in the infirmary in the first place, he was for a long time bound by titles and power relations. He's supposed to be someone on my side, the idea that nobility and civilians are incompatible.

Now that his sanity is back like that, I guess he finally realizes the discomfort of having civilians in this salon.

its anomaly, its unnatural. If Will sticks it in there like this, the tea party story could stand and disappear. Whatever you say, he's royal.

"Don't rush that. I'm here for tea."

But Alex doesn't show any particular concern for Will's skeptical gaze either, and at some point gives instructions to the servant who held back behind him to set the table. The same arrogant and spare attitude doesn't seem to change, even before the prince.

When I got to the table, which was ready in no time, I lifted the cup and put on my mouth. He stares at his successful throat buddha without a trace. If I were you back in the day, I might even have fallen in love with you that way.

"Well, why are the civilians here..."

Alex opens his mouth with a loosely contained statement about whether he was finally willing to talk about it after drinking tea. Keep your gaze pointed at Will and carve only the corner of your mouth into the shape of a laugh.

'Cause it seemed funny.'

"... what?

Will solidifies with a frowning and flashing look in a voice response that he said was extremely natural.

Well, Will's confusion would be the most. If anyone answers such a joke, they won't know the truth and they'll be like him, and in the worst case, they'll get mad. But as far as Alex is concerned, the answer is from the bottom of my heart... he's the man who says so.

In a quiet room, the sound of placing the cup sounds.

"What? That's what you told me."

"... you keep your mouth shut, Alex. I'm sorry, but let me explain something to you. Dear William."

In Alex's response, he follows up with his brother in his face.

I didn't have much good feelings for my brother these days either, but I feel a little sympathetic watching him like this. Maybe he's having a hard time.

"Ah, oh. Nice to meet you, Alexander. It's too hard for me to understand."

Apparently, Will took Alex's statement as some sort of metaphor. I want to tell you that he's not a metaphor or anything, he's saying it sounds really interesting.

"First, you know she says Esther Monroe is an integration student from the civilian population, right?

"Yeah, because the rumors were flying around in the middle. Besides, I've asked Alwyn for more information, so I understand."

"Master Boulder William, right? So she still doesn't know the right or left of this school"

"How does that lead to being here? No outsiders would be allowed in or out of this salon. Besides, I can't believe it's civilians... it's important if we find out about this."

Alex snorts at Will's words, which he utters like angry.

"I don't mind. It's forbidden. What was said by my ancestors on their own. It's not a matter of school rules or rules, so it's not binding."

Well, it certainly wouldn't say anything about such a ban anywhere. Implicit understanding rather than rules. Close to traditions and customs and all that stuff you said.

(I mean, it's a moral issue, right? Well, there's no way Alex has something higher than morality.)

And traditions and customs are things that go obsolete or change with the times. I understand that, and I know I have no choice. But...... only this time, I wanted it to be properly protected.

"Alexander...... Do you despise the traditions of student councils that have been handed down from generation to generation?"

"There is also good and bad in tradition. Only in this case, it means this tradition was out of the way."

"What do you mean..."

That attitude, which even Will's words deny outright, is just what I said Alex.

"Alex, I told you to keep your mouth shut. When you go in, it's bound to be tough."

"I'm sorry about that. Well, I don't mind if you keep talking about me."

Alex laughed a little and shrugged his shoulder at his brother's blame, taking the cup in his hand and deciding the bystander with an elegant trick.

Will looks at it with a tough face and turns his gaze to his brother.

"What do you mean, Wellbellsley?"

"It's not the civilians who are here, it's the civilians who say they are here, Master William. She..."

The explanation my brother gave there was generally the same "name" Arthur used to say.

For her not to be in trouble in this school, and not to lose her place because of the civilians, it is also an opportunity for our nobles to understand the civilians. How well my mouth turns.

With that being said, I think the main character of the story… Foundation, the cause of this disturbance is somewhat quiet. It's unusual for her to be as existential as she usually gets annoyed.

(In front of a royal human being on a boulder, I wonder if he's defending his position)

I was worried about Esther, and I turned my gaze towards you and I hardened.

Turn around.

My big eyes.

I was staring at this one.

"Huh!!

Moments, swallow your breath.

Your expression shreds off like a doll, for eyes that don't make you feel angry. For a moment, I didn't know who that was.

The eyes that are supposed to be looking at this one are out of focus and blurry somewhere. It's like you're looking at something else.

"E...... ste......?

A voice as small as a mosquito sounds, zero through my mouth.

Such a small sound, like I'm sure it hasn't reached anyone.

Sweat seeps into the palm of his shingle and grip. In a noiseless space, tinnitus trees spirits in my head.

My breath is painful, my body can't move.

Somehow, I couldn't move like a frog stared at me by a snake.

Why would she look at me like that? Those inorganic eyes make me feel very bad.

... Yes, I've seen this look before. Watching? Were you watching? Were they watching? How... uncomfortable?

It's going to remind me. No, I understand. No, it's very unpleasant. Yes, I don't like it.

If they kept staring at me like this, no doubt...... But I want to get out of my sight, but I can't get out of my sight from Esther so I can get sucked in.

Oh...... I don't like it. No, hurry up... the thought comes as a blur.

If it stays like this, then again... because, finally... it's all for nothing... I don't like it.

I don't like it... I don't like it... I don't like it, I don't like it, I don't like it.

"Right. That's why she's here."

"Yeah, she's a civilian. But people can't choose to be born"

To Will and his brother's voice, consciousness awakens much more.

What the hell am I doing right now...

Shake your head gently and switch your thoughts.

Apparently, their voices were so nervous that they didn't even get in their ears.

Open the fist that was gripping me all the time. Tightly on the palm of my hand, there are traces of my nails.

"Right, my horizons seemed narrow... I'm sorry, Esther."

While I was sinking into the ocean of thought, apparently Will got rounded up by his brother. Stop where you are about to accidentally pound your tongue.

Well, whatever power or status you have, you're a middle class student. From his brother's point of view, his tenderness would have been easier than twisting the baby's hand.

"No! I'm not really sure I'd say that, and I don't care, so it's okay."

I'd like to think it was force majeure that shook Vikri and her body to Esther's voice, which I heard from next door.

Stealing a glimpse of her didn't make any difference to her anymore. It's like she was a daydream earlier, and I think about it that way.

"But no matter how many reasons, isn't she the only one who gets dissatisfaction from everyone with special treatment?

"Indeed, there are few people in this school who are jealous of her. I don't understand my privileged position and try to take it away from something I don't have... sadly."

I understand what you're saying to me, brother.

"Right, brother. But I don't even know how they feel. Wouldn't it be funny if someone inferior to himself were treated more favourably than himself... is it true again?

Tickle and prick, pretend you don't notice the thorns of the word. But I will not forget to speak out for my brother's opinion.

"Amelia. People's strengths and weaknesses are not born."

"No, I was born superior and inferior... brother"

I think you say things you tend to dream about while you're my brother.

It's a big difference between being born a civilian and being born a nobleman. Even my brother would understand that well enough.

(Oh yeah......)

My brother, because he understands, may be unacceptable. No, you don't want to accept it.

I wish I could accept and obey destiny like I do. He's scratching... for something, though I don't know.

"Amelia and Leon don't care if they're close or not."

Mr. Alex turns his gaze to my voice, who squealed with a blurry view of the sibling fight.

"That's not a good friend, I guess"

"Ahhh... I knew you were?

Now I drop my shoulder just a little bit to Alex, who says so without interest.

I wish we could get along. 'Cause in a way we can say so much about each other...

"Uh-huh? They say they're close enough to fight, and I don't know if I'm close enough!

Esther's bright voice, which echoes as if to speak for my heart, lightens the heavier heart.

I don't even look timid by Mr. Alex's cold words, Esther, who can grin and give his opinion. You're an amazing kid, I think again when I see how it goes.

Even though she's a civilian child, she doesn't feel hesitant or afraid of us at all. Amelia said she can't do that, but I'm so happy with it... and I think I love her like that.

A strong heart that does not despise itself because it is a civilian, an attitude of equality towards everyone. And that attitude, which is always bright and positive, is the type that I've never been around before. I first met her and experienced the world say it would change color.

"But brothers and sisters. Yeah, but you think differently."

Prince Will, who came out of the conversation between the two, says emotionally.

"Reaching out to all or choosing the one who reaches out... it's a difficult problem"

Apparently, he cares about the conversation between the two earlier.

With that said, he is a prince. I'm sure we'll have to choose a lot of those options ahead of us. That makes me feel a little sad.

"If I were you, I'd be with Mr. Leon. If I could help, we'd all like to help"

Mr. Alex laughed loosely as he drank tea at my pompous words. I just raised the corner of my mouth, the one that smiles but doesn't look like a smile......

"It's just arrogance to reach out to all and only to those who are enemies of your glasses"

"Ugh... that sounds tough"

"So what would Alexander do?

Prince Will turned an interesting face to Mr. Alex's response. In response to him like that, Mr. Alex takes a seat with a childlike smile on his face before setting up a prank.

"Right... I would"

Tips, tricks, and footsteps, Mr. Alex stands next to Prince Will. As he bent down with his graceful trick, he pulled his righteous face over Prince Will's beautiful face and groaned somewhat blushly.

I couldn't hear what Prince Will whispered in his ear.

But the moment he was whispered, Prince Will opened his eyes wide and looked back at Mr. Alex with a stuttering face, so I guess he said it again for good anyway. Sometimes he says something terrible.

"Sure, that wouldn't be arrogant..."

When I turned my face to surprise at the words I heard on the pretend, I wondered when I had finished talking to Mr. Leon, and Amelia was staring at Mr. Alex.

"Amelia, do you know what Mr. Alex said?

"Yeah. Helping isn't everything, not just some of it. There is only one other answer…"

But that is, above all, a more brutal option than anyone else.

The words looked so sad with a scratchy voice, pounding and whining... is it my fault that I felt it was a voice that was going to cry now?