"Dear Victor Lake, are you done?
If you'll excuse me, I'll take you to the Hardist residence. "
It knocks like I predicted the end of the story.
I would have looked inside from outside the door. I heard a vance.
"Miss Altostella, may I open the door?
"Yeah, go ahead."
"Dear Victor Lake, Miss Altostella, I beg your pardon."
"Vance, I appreciate the sentiment, but I'll be right back to the king's capital because the pick-up will already be here.
You should go back to your old vance. "
"As you say."
There is a vance that leans on its knees and drips its head at the end of a half-opened door without making a sound.
Stop, the face of Vance, who stood up with his face up to His Majesty's words, looked kind of tired.
That would be tired and natural if the king suddenly came to visit us here.
I've done something pathetic to him.
… yet they seem to know each other very well, and are somewhat intimate. What contact is there between Vance and His Majesty, the cook of the first place?
I'm also surprised that Vance, who doesn't even have much attitude in the Duke's mansion (no, in our case, mostly), is thankful, but stranger than that.
It's as if you're used to it.
I looked back at His Majesty and laughed nicely when I realized what the hell the relationship was.
"I told you, didn't I? He and I are related, that's a long way off."
I don't know if it was on His Majesty's line or on that smile, but to delude you. Really? and see the vance.
He turned an indescribable, bittersweet look on his face.
... What the hell does that mean?
I don't know if it's affirmative or negative.
"Well, Miss Altostella, give my regards to our stupid brother.
No need to drop me off. I'm sorry to hear that all of a sudden, but I'll see you in Wang Du.
... I hope so. "
Yes, I couldn't say.
Because I had no idea what to answer.
His Majesty closed the door without waiting for my reply either.
The next time I see His Majesty in the King's Capital, will he be His Majesty today?
... There is no way. It must be Victor Lake, who was loved by an excellent, serene, gentle and unpleasant people.
Can I remain normal in front of His Majesty Victory Lake, I do not know, but I am only certain that I must be?
More than that, it was about Elle that was in my head more than Victor Lake's shock.
According to His Majesty's story, he was once again trying to choose a path to sacrifice on his own without telling me anything.
It's been over a decade now, and that's how you've plotted behind it to get me involved and help and protect it, and you should have figured out that it wouldn't do him any good in the end.
That may indeed have prevented the country from being disrupted, and it may have discouraged the futile strife.
Maybe he had no choice but to do so. Maybe I just had to.
But wouldn't it have been something different if you had told me?
I wonder if there was any other way for Master Filmeria to be cornered that far.
How could I, the party, have lived without knowing it?
I'm sure his life has changed because of me.
I never cared about the existence of someone who was protecting me without knowing, so much so that I avoided it because I thought they hated me.
How many times have I ever conveyed a word of gratitude to Master Elle back then, even though I never made the conversation decent?
I didn't do anything to want to know or know about him.
Would something have changed if I had walked over?
I hear Master Elle said he wasn't going to tell you for the rest of his life, but now that I know about it, what am I supposed to do?
Why are you trying to do that again?
For what?
All that is in me now is vanity, self-loathing, and anger.