My heart squealed as I caught a sign that Maximilian had returned. Allie, forgetting to manage her sweat-soaked self, darted out into the hallway and trotted off in the direction of his room.
Allie, I'm home. I'm sorry it took so long.
Maximilian's face, which came around the corner with the spirits (legends) in tow, crumbled in blatant joy at the sight of Ally.
I'm still in mass romance novel mode, but I didn't see any shadow of fascination when I stared at it. He didn't look too bad. Tears spilled from Ally's eyes, even though there was probably not even 5% of the time she could cry.
Huh? Eh, dodo, what's the matter!
Frantic and flustered, Maximilian instantly returned to his true form. It was so thick that the temperature of the place went up about two degrees.
I think I lack normal judgment when I think, "This is the way to go.
The grandmothers must have sensed this to some extent, because they gave a thumbs up and disappeared in a huff. But I'm sure he's got an ear for it somewhere.
'Oh, I'd never have done anything like that, would I? I kept up an all-out lukewarm conversation with Saint Mia, and I only responded innocently and gave her an outward expression. What's slowed me down is any way to get more regular doctors on board as soon as possible, or how to deal with what's supposed to happen if I lose my saintly status...
It's a great way to make sure that you'll be able to get the most out of it.
I had been blinded by the fact that I had seen so much of the dark figure, but Maximilian was Maximilian. This was the person Allie had vowed to be with the last nine times in her life. Even though it was a political engagement.
The past and the present are jumbled together and all sorts of emotions come up.
No, no, no, no. Of course, I was jealous, but I just genuinely wanted to see your face....
The memories of Maximilian that I had stored in a drawer in the back of my mind that I didn't want to remember anymore came out and swirled around in my brain. More than regret, more than loneliness, more than fear, nostalgia weighed heavily on my chest.
Allie's mind drifted to the fact that Maximilian, a sprout, was a person whose life had been manipulated in a way that had nothing to do with her responsibility. I've finally come to terms with it, he thought.
"I think I'm blessed. I thought, "I'm so happy. So....
From there, I couldn't put it into words anymore. Maximilian's stout hand tottled up and slowly stroked Allie's head. It was awkward and very funny.
I was 9 and 7 when I got engaged, so I didn't have any romantic feelings or anything like that. The adults taught me that I had to connect with them outside of those feelings. In short, it's like a business partner.
In spite of all this, I lived as a fiancé for 10 years and probably liked him properly. If they had made an effort to put words to each other, the Prince and the Duchess would have had feelings for each other.
Maximilian became a hegemon as a result of his unconscious efforts to change his life. I am in love with the effort. It seemed foolish to think that muscle alone couldn't solve everything. In fact, Maximilian makes me think that maybe he could really do something about it.
I don't want to regret that I didn't make enough effort, so I'll do my best....
It was toothless to not be able to explain it well. In fact, Maximilian seemed at a loss for judgment on how to respond.
Maximilian's palm moves to Allie's back. Reluctantly, I was pulled in, choking on the feeling of so much pressure on my muscles and the stench of sweat. But it's very reassuring. No, I'm the one who smells sweaty, so I feel very sorry for that.
The tears and snot flowed at a self-inflicted rate, and Maximilian's broad, large breasts became wet.
The person who was just beautiful and unreliable had become incredibly dependable. His muscles are too muscular, and here's the track record of his 10 years of hard work.
I cried so much that some kind of crazy brain substance came out, and Maximilian now looks like the most handsome man in the world. No, it's actually cool.
There are three things in life: genetics from our parents, God's whimsical gifts, and our own efforts.
A few more tears and I'll say it properly, Allie vowed in her heart.
Even if I can't tell you the truth yet, I can tell you that I like you. I'm sure Maximilian will give you a great smile," Allie said, crying as hard as she could in a voice that could be described as strange.