The third day of compulsory leave. I woke up early this morning naturally. I used the ingredients that Nica left behind to cook easily and have breakfast.
Then there was no nervousness at all, and I hooked out a bag of cheap cloth on my shoulder filled with only two lunch breads and a small amount of money for the ease of going for a walk because I was free.
The moment I left the house that way, I wrinkled between my brows.
An envelope is falling on the ground in front of the house.
No, it's falling, the expression may not be appropriate. An envelope of such high quality as to be too beautiful for a town where this civilian lives, stoned on top to avoid being flown by the wind, was clearly deliberately placed.
"Mi, suspicious to see…"
It's like I see an annotation that it's a trap.
I crouched first and observed without touching the envelope.
At least there is no family crest engraved on the surface of the house. The size of the envelope is to the extent that it contains postcards, and it is not particularly thick, so the paper is what I normally think is in it. You won't be able to plant anything so dangerous in this size envelope, and if it's a thin blade, you just need to be vigilant and open it.
If I say so, I'm afraid if the envelope condition is poisoned, but, well, if I don't touch the mucous membrane after I touch it, I'm not going to die.
I never held the envelope in my hand and tried to open it.
The contents were as expected and contained paper as the most standard application of the envelope. The paper has letters on it.
It will take more than half an hour to walk from here, only the address of a place I've never been before and the letter "I'll be waiting."
"What, a fulfillment letter?... You're not going, are you?
I replied pointlessly to the letter of fulfillment.
Who likes to go to a trap-round place? I'm not going unless there's absolutely no reason for me to have to go. I was wondering why I bothered to cut my own time and go to unpopular places that would be more disadvantageous than myself when I was watching bully calls unfold in comics and when the market decided that I could just put them on in a group of people without having to go or listen to what they had to say anyway.
I shoved the letter into my bag and started walking as originally planned.
The morning air feels cold and clear and comfortable.
... but is the letter from Elle after all? If I go, the person will wait for me… I won't. If you're willing to talk to me properly, I don't think you're going to do this in such a deep way. You usually come to see me.
But if Elle sent out a letter, Elle had the creepy impression that I was even going to make a choice not to go to this letter... why doesn't it make any sense? Was that my overbought?
My discomfort like that drove me to the corner of my head with the sound of a hoof I heard.
... horse or carriage, huh?
When I did my gaze in the direction I heard, the carriage, and what I was familiar with, did come running in this direction.
There's always Nica on board, because there's only two escorts or a little smaller for the royal family to ride, but it's a fancy carriage to watch.
... Why, yesterday today?
I leave after an unexpected step. A rapidly working sixth sense was sounding an alarm in my head sensing something vague that would happen after this.
Before I could catch up with my thoughts, I ran in the opposite direction of the carriage that was coming to me, probably to escape the fate I hated.
But of course, on the human foot, even though it was a carriage, it was no match for a horse. He was a fast runner in his previous life, but his opponent was too bad. They'll probably be chased after a few minutes.
Not so good, I had to turn my back on the carriage at once to get into a narrow alley that I hadn't been to much of.
Moment after moment, he grabbed my arm.
"Hey, why aren't you running? Lady Rose."
I open my eyes and slowly look back as I listen to my own heartbeat striking the early bell.
There one of Nica's escorts was grabbing his arm as he looked at me with cold eyes.
View the carriage. The door part of the carriage that is still moving at considerable speed is open.
... No way, jumped? But the door wasn't open until just now. I think the only time he was jumped was the moment I turned my heel back and missed my eyes and consciousness from the carriage. That should mean he jumped and grabbed my arm... but that move that grabbed my arm was too gentle.
If you have any physical abilities and extra time, you can grab a person's arm gently in almost zero time as soon as you jump off a speeding carriage.
"Whoa, whoa, it doesn't look like it. Such a frightened face. You're always more prestigious... is that my bias? Uh, well, you got away with it anyway. It's Oshigoto I won't miss either."
What's this guy talking about? Prejudice I am a dignified person...? That's because of Lady Rose, the perfect warrant lady I've been playing...? Or the main character in the game "Lady Rose of the Redemption"...?
"... today, you're rapping a lot, aren't you? I thought you were usually silent."
"Uh, well, I wanted to talk to you a little bit?
"I'll ask you straight in. You're Elle? Or,"
The words that were supposed to go on had to be swallowed up by the killing of the man in front of me.
A sharp and ferocious eye shoots through me, piercing me, and falls into the illusion of being attacked just by it.
"Hey, how do you know that name? Master Elle's presence is classified, and I can't believe I didn't... here I am. What to do. Shit, even though it's not my role to think. Jump with me. That salutation bastard. Bubba Bubba Bubba Bubba"
Although my legs trembled because I looked terribly scared and murderous, my last curse was like that of an elementary school student, so I didn't know how to react and respond.
The man, who was roaring like an animal, looked back and sighed.
"... Shit, time's up. Well, good, this story will be another time. Okay, don't tell anyone about El."
Seeing, Nica and the other escort, who got off the carriage parked at the end of the road to make sure the town people didn't bother them properly, were coming this way. He was supposed to be running away. I snorted at the man who told me to look at him and threaten me.
Nica, who came to this side in a hurry, gives in and looks at me in a caring manner. Dazzling silver hair, I laid my eyes down.
"I'm sorry, did I scare you? I thought I still had time for this, but apparently we're fighting for a moment."
A quick apology and a worrying look drained me of poison, and I felt sorry for running away.... Sorry, I had a bad feeling about it.
Apparently, there's a good reason I came here yesterday today. So Lady Nica isn't Elle?
But the man in the escort knows Elle and he's stopped talking, so it's reasonable to assume that his two husbands, Nica, are Elle...
But if Nica approaches, does she still have nothing to do with interrupting Elle's story? Or was it something that Elle himself shouldn't have asked about, like, solemnly cleansing me?
Oh, I don't know why! In the end there are both odds, and stop thinking!!
"... er, maybe you were talking about the original errand I heard you say yesterday?
"Right."
Then don't be so vigilant. Depends on the content.
I gently shift my gaze to one of the men on the escort earlier. The man returned to his usual clear appearance and stood silently behind Lady Nica. If that's the case, I've decided to ignore it and focus on Nica now.
I looked Nica in the eye to ask what the errand was about.... it's still too beautiful ice blue. I don't really want to see it forever.
Nica lays her eyes down for a moment and opens her mouth.
"Fee, I want you to meet Liliana."
I pounded and then turned my gaze away from its sincere eyes and thought.
... No, no, isn't it a little too direct for Nica to be El?
Well, Lili, when you meet me properly, Elle will be interesting, so I was expecting it to work like that, too, but would you do me a favor with a straight ball like this? How about a favor?
"That's, uh..."
"It's natural to be confused. But her life is at stake. Whether you say no or not, I won't force you..."
What is this guy doing here, suing his conscience?
If I didn't know Elle existed, I wouldn't suspect Nika, so even if I didn't know what was going on, it was for Lili! I think it might have been okay.
But wait a minute. It would be a lot strange.
"I think it's difficult for me and Liliana to meet."
"This is a better place to keep secrets."
"Liliana sandwiched her ears during her therapy."
"Perhaps it would be more dangerous for her now not to see you."
"It kind of makes sense... life and all that abruptly, why is Liliana..."
"She's just too... tied to the existence of you. So much so that my neck is squeezed."
"Uh, and that's not a very gentle expression... that much about the divestiture...?
"That too, but deeper before that. I guess you don't get it yourself. But I can see that."
I have no idea. Lili is tied to me...? I still know about the betrothal, but before that... and Nica...? Mostly me, Lili and I have a lot of conversation... It's not about Lili being a reincarnator and tied to me in the heroin frame... is it? 'Cause then it would be weird if Lili hadn't realized that my words and actions were strange at the moment of the divorce, and Nica seems to understand the story.
It's strange to assume that Lili wants to see me because she's Elle, so I don't think that's it. Lili's standing in the middle of the stage too much, and she doesn't seem very happy as far as I'm concerned. Maybe she's just as involved as I am.
"I remember Nica didn't like Liliana that much in the first place...?
Nica caged her mouth with a bitter expression when she said she had been poked in the pain.
"…. A little, I got emotional. She looks like me."
"Okay, let's go."
When I realized it, the words of acceptance came out with my mouth poked at me.
If this was fate on my hands as Nica or Elle or anyone else thought, if Lili really died as Nica said, I regret it and if it doesn't, I don't have a choice from the beginning. I just asked you what you wanted to hear because of the questions you're asking right now.
… is also an excuse, though true.
At the end of the day, I know what Nica loves more about me than about my past life. I know her better than I did about my childhood in this world, and I'm vulnerable to Nica like that... Huh...