"Ah, um... I'm a little confused, would you mind waiting for a reply...? Then, please let me down."
Disturbed by Emilio's sudden confession, Miriam leans down with both hands, holding her face still stained with bright red.
"Oh, I don't mind answering anytime. I'm sorry for suddenly. But in the future, I'm going to let you know how I feel."
Emilio smiled nicely and fell on Miriam's forehead.
Pyah!
When Miriam's shy voice sounded strange, Emilio sat Miriam next to him with a smile.
"Well, let's forget about tea for a while. Would you like Amarette?
"Ha, yes..."
Miriam is confused and doesn't understand the taste of her favorite amaretto when she stares at her eyes with even more sweetness than before.
(Well, Emilio is acting strange... I can't talk to oniisama... I'm in Emilio's lap... oh, why are you doing this!? My face is hot. What should we do...)
The carriage on the way home was not facing each other as usual, but was sitting next to me and holding my hand. Sometimes he glances at Emilio with a melting smile and a sweet look.
By the time he arrived at the Caparoni Mansion, Miriam had risen to the point where his memories had become appalling.
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"Uhhhh! What the hell did I do!
Emilio, who returned to the castle, was in agony in the office. Over time, he remembers his runaway during the day and scratches his head and chest.
"What's the point? 'I'm going to let you know how I feel from now on'! You're an idiot!
While saying that, I remember Miriam who was on the couch with me today.
Smiles when facing each other in a carriage, breathtaking side faces with the beauty of the lake shore, adorability like a small animal chewing up his favorite amarette, wet eyes staring at me when I put wind-disturbed hair on my ears, softness and fragility when I put it on my lap!
"... what a shameful figure you were."
(Oh, I didn't know you'd like it so much sometime... I should have only felt familiar because I had common problems at first)
"Ah! Yet, it is! Oh, my God! Put it on your lap and hug it!
Dosadosa!
Turning to the door in a hurry to the sound of dropping a lot of documents, Emilio stood staring at the proximity of beauty with a facial expression like a demon.
"… but………………?
Yeah?
If I don't hear you well, I get caught in the neck.
"Who, who, what?
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Leo."
When Leonardo took his hand off Emilio, he picked up the dropped documents and began arranging them on Emilio's desk.
"If I hadn't heard you wrong, I'd have said, 'Put me on my lap and hugged me.'"
"Really?
"You sent the climbing Millie aboard the carriage today. As usual."
"... uhh, mmm"
"I mean, is that what you meant when you put my sweet angel Millie on your knees and hugged her?
……
Emilio couldn't answer anything and was distracted.
"I was somewhat sympathetic to you because my everyday appeals didn't pay off at all, and I told Millie, 'Emilio needs to breathe. Oniisama, please, if I can help you," she asked me, "I've been waiting for a ride in the carriage."
(Please, Miss Miriam is so cute...)
Emilio imagines Miriam asking for something.
He leaned his head and looked up at me and said, "Please. Emilio."
(Hmm, not bad. Rather, please)
"Hey, you just imagined something."
A best friend with blue lines on his beautiful face sends a more ruthless gaze.
"If you can afford to think evil, you won't need to breathe. I have plenty of work to do if I have time. His Highness the First Prince of Emilio?
A thin lip curves and a tower of documents rises on the desk.
"I'll ask the council to give you your papers. What, you're going straight to Tachidao, so there's no problem, right? Don't worry, if Millie climbs the castle again, my brother (...) will send me (...)! Your Majesty's curtain is entirely empty! Absolutely nothing like this!
After a while, Leonardo's anger did not subside, and Emilio was buried in more than twice her usual paperwork.
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Sitting by an open window to let the wind through, Alessia looked at the garden at night.
Reminds me of that man's words at first sight.
"You in the Marquis always seem to suffer somewhere."
And it feels soft and still hot when it touches your lips.
(I can't believe it! What a terrible thing to do... say what I understand...)
But there's no time not to think about it every day. Until now, I have desperately disciplined myself so as not to be ashamed of myself as a Marquis lady.
Even though you're clear, you're more attractive to emotional people!
(Sometimes I wish I could be more emotional. But sometimes that's not true when I was born a nobleman. And yet, that man...)
I think about that man all the time when I realize it.
The man with silver hair stretched to his shoulders and golden eyes.
Why do you care so much about that tough, self-centered, unsure, dangerous man?
Alessia sighed at the countless stars that sparkled in the night sky.