"Huh, I wish!!
I woke up with Lichten yelling.
It was the following evening that we arrived in Isolte.
Torneo never opened his mouth once in the meantime.
It was snowing differently than it was going, so maybe because of it he didn't hear my voice or that of Torneo.
I left my coat, and wrapped my blanket around my body, which was piled on stalls and carriages, wrapped around a jacket of seemingly good quality put on by Master Elle.
Torneo was still wearing thin clothes called just a jacket, but is it okay?
And Elle gave me her jacket.
Though I...
I wonder how long the silent time lasted without a break, I would have liked to have slept at some point.
What I saw when I woke up was the face of Lichten, who caught his eye in anger.
How long has it been since I've heard such an emotional voice of my lovely brother, who even began to speak respectfully to his family...
Maybe since Flora and the others visited two years ago?
Finally, it is the first time that fools and Liechtenstein have told me.
"Where have you been?!?
A rough tone was a gentle hand down from the carriage, and I quickly blanketed at Tracy.
Pull me into the mansion as if I were to pull wrapped around.
On the way, Lichten tried many times to hold me, who had made my legs let me, but it somehow refused.
"Liechten...... I'm home"
"Welcome back...... not!
I'll try to smile at him somehow by telling him that while he's wrapped around a blanket, but Lichten won't let me flush.
I'm not sure I can deceive Lichten at all, but I wasn't even willing to tell him the upside of things honestly.
I don't want to involve my brother in this trouble, which has nothing to do with Liechten.
Tracy is fast approaching me where I'm figuring out what to do.
"Boy, would you like to give the lady some time to bathe first?
And time to rest your tired lady on a long journey.
You can preach afterwards. "
Turning somewhere to accuse Lichten, she understands exactly what a female heart is.
Whether she noticed my gaze or not, Tracy snorted.
Lichten frowned further over his eyes as he caught them, and then, he acknowledged.
Though it never feels pleasant.
"Yeah, boy, that's the gentleman in front of you."
"......... So, sister, take the night off.
Let's talk tomorrow, not tomorrow, slowly. "
Lichten looked disgusted when she forgot to fix Tracy's words.
He must have been obstructed by his servants the past two days.
I didn't mean to tell you, but I got worried......
What a miracle that Lichten hasn't left this mansion for two days.
"Thank you, Liechten"
"Worried, I did"
"I'll be fine."
"... because I don't trust your sister's words and smile"
Lichten slightly diverts his gaze from me.
I hear the angry eyes are headed towards the fire.
"... good night, Liechten"
"Good night..."
Returning bitterly to the dark blue of Lichten, which was gradually turning into a resentful, obstinate colour, I was taken out into the hallway by Tracy.
No matter how much you move your gaze from earlier, Torneo is nowhere to be seen.
"Hih!
She screamed when I handed Tracy my skinned gloves when she was stripped of her blanket and stall and blanket and Elle's jacket in the bathroom.
Really, what were you doing, why the itinerary shrunk by a day, why are you wearing a gentlemen's jacket, where did the coat go?
Tracy's words, which had been bumped until then, were well received by me, but there was no way this scream could have flowed.
Tracy shuddered smugly as she turned around and dropped her gloves on the floor.
"What's going on?
Tracy grabs my shoulder in a hurry approaching her with a bloody face.
"Ma'am! Are you hurt, or are you hurt!
"... Injury...?
Frowning as he pulls his half to the rest of the sword screen.
You felt divergent in my reaction, Tracy lost her expression and squealed pompously.
"... then this blood, what the hell..."
The lightly stretched skin gloves that fell on the floor are brown, hard to tell, but I do see the red and black liquid creeping up after.
And it was already dry.
Uh-huh.
It kind of doesn't seem like this warm air is real.
Easy meal done at the usual, loose atmosphere mansion.
Thanks to Marie for taking care of Vance and all around herself for preparing a warm meal right away, even though it was sudden.
When Marie and Vance are together, it gets busy.
Even though that buzz couldn't wait to distract me from a lot of things that were comfortable and convenient.
My room is quiet after changing from the noisy dining room.
I'm amazed at myself for the first time in a long time that I feel cold feeling alone.
Too much to think about.
I don't know what to think about.
There's too much I don't know, and until now, I've been too stupid to know.
Is it really over? And how many times the hell would it be to ask yourself that?
Are you done with Master Filmeria and Master Elle?
Why did Elle say that?
I don't see stacked answers when questions and anxieties come up one after the other.
When this happens, I'm glad I slept in the carriage, from the bottom of my heart.
Apparently, I'm not going to sleep when I calm down around like this.
Very unless I'm terribly tired and my consciousness sinks like mud.
The bedside lights rocked loosely.
I notice that the usual landscape visible from the bed is dispersed and heterogeneous.
I was about to scream, but I managed to swallow it because I realized who it was.
Make sure to stick to the wall. For a man, the skinny body stretches.
There's too much habitual hair on the top of it to twirl, and that's covering two-thirds of the face and hiding it.
I'm used to seeing it, but it wasn't always the same.
It wraps around clothes that are likely to be disputed by black darkness rather than by a generated shirt.
"Good evening, Torneo"
…………
"I can't believe I'm showing up in Lady's bedroom on a night like this. There's so much against manners."
Torneo didn't say anything.
I don't even know where his eyes are looking hidden in his forehead.
It was an impossible situation.
It's an impossible situation, but why, I wasn't afraid. Though it doesn't work.
Is it because he is a servant of our mansion who is in good hands with swallowing?