"Right."
Saying so briefly and smiling, Master Elle slipped away from his eyes as he looked at each other.
"Dear El, thank you"
"... No, I'm sorry, you're making me preach.
Sieg often tells me that it's not funny how hard it is to preach, how tough it is, how old the tone sounds and how great it looks... "
I stuck with him like that and he blew it out and laughed.
Sure, you might be right.
Hide your face with both hands and manage to stop laughing.
"I'm sorry, Master Sieg, would you say that?
"Ah, oh.... And then you do. You say you don't have enough ways to tell them, or you don't have enough key words?
I've been aware of it lately, so I'm trying to fix it, but this is hard.
"Hehe, then you're familiar with me.
I didn't think the day would come for me to tell you this. "
"Me too. I didn't think I could have a normal conversation with you in the first place."
"Oh, why not? We were fiancées."
Though I seemed hated, the word swallowed up somehow, yet Lady Elle turned off her laughter.
For a long time, we have been very close in position.
Whatever the contents are.
I have no idea, but this topic may have been unpleasant.
I thought I'd done it, but it's the rest of the festival.
Master Elle managed to raise the amethyst, who was briefly exhaling and laying low.
"It's a matter of broken engagement, but Sieg says he should apologize to you.
I know I hurt you deeply. You've caused me a lot of trouble.
That's why I think you should hate me.
I can't apologize to you. Shouldn't be allowed. "
So, I'm sorry.
and apologized.
Hmm? In the end, he apologized for some reason, said he was sorry because he couldn't apologize.
You can't apologize for a moment, and I almost had a Gestalt collapse, but I managed to rotate my head to understand the words.
Though I don't seem to understand the meaning of what Master Elle is saying.
I wonder what the hell you're talking about hating, not hating, hurting, forgiving, not forgiving.
In the first place, I don't even think I'm being honest.
Released from that role, there's life now, and I appreciate it, hate it? In the first place, I didn't like or dislike you, and I'm not obsessed with that seat.
Forgive? What.
"Um, uh, Master Elle? It makes sense what you're talking about."
Or maybe Elle doesn't think I liked Elle or wanted to be her fiancée.
Is that it? Maybe there's some mistake?
I don't remember ever having such a bare gesture or attitude.
"I know, you don't have to understand because I don't have the courtesy to go out with you."
No, you know, I really don't know what that means.
"Hate me. I know it would be annoying for me to come so close, but this is what I did. There was no other way. I have no place, no wealth, no desire.
But I want to do as much as I can to the people as I can to become lord. "
Dear El, please wait.
I really, really don't know what that means.
I'm not sure what you're talking about.
And then I said, "Well, I really don't know..." And I kept trying to, and Elle said, "For some reason, look away, please, don't tell me."
No, please, let me tell you something.
I can't help but feel that the conversation is disturbing.
Lord Elle is apparently a little different from His Highness Ellein, whom I knew, as I thought.
Maybe he was also playing the prince he was asked to do as I did?
No, no, and I don't know why.
I gave my thanks back to him flashly leaving with the same perfect thank-you as usual for always being sorry for taking care of me, excuse me.
Claude took me out of the mansion. I didn't even drop him off, but this time I want you to forgive me.
I began thinking about Ellein Waldorf von Natfir and a man named Ellein Hardist in my life.
It seems I had no idea what a human being named Ellein should have been around for a long time.
A few days later, I would jump to Lichten, who had not returned to Isolte in a long time, saying that I had been waiting.