Less than 10 days after I made that decision.
I'm finally back at school.
It was made of hair that was cut and left in the mansion, so I think I was able to go to school without much change in appearance. Although my skin is slightly black.
I was ready, but my gaze hurts in the morning. Look at this one. There are different expressions of talking to hissos. Some people are simply surprised, intrigued faces, contemptuous eyes, worried faces......
It's just that most people don't come near me far-winded. I've never had much interaction with the school folks before, and even if I were the Duke's Lady, no one could easily speak up to me.
Still, after a while I settled in my classroom seat, a few female students, who were sending me a worrying gaze, spoke up modestly.
"Ah... Um, are you feeling okay now?
"... yes, totally already. I've had a lot of rest, so I need to work on it."
Sure, I thought you said your name was Carla. It would have taken a lot of courage for the common man's son to speak up... reminding me of the gentle people of downtown on my worried frown. I was happy and my smile spilled.
"Thank you for speaking up"
They hardened with a startled face, and after the stiffness was lifted, they made it easy to talk about the most recent classes that were not obvious, etc.
I'm more thankful for that concern than anything else because I was going to put up with the gaze and words flying out of the classroom window all by myself until class started.
Every time I take a break, there are more sights outside the window. And thanks to Carla and the others calling out to me in the morning, more and more arrowheads have spoken to me, little by little, noble and common people alike.
It was right after lunch break.
"Oh, I don't like it. As soon as the engagement was dissolved from His Royal Highness, I wonder if the aristocratic bully had been forgotten. I don't think it's possible to imitate him in a way that makes him feel good."
Here we are, Master Floriane.
He is the most adorable young lady in this school with a lot of surroundings. I always thought it was somewhat windy, but I thought it was aimed at the seat of the queen.
"Dear Floriane...... Long time no see. As I said, I do not believe it would be contrary to the noble bully to be polite to those who worry. Not to mention this is a school."
"Huh..."
My objection to the fact that it had been all through so far caught Mr. Floriane's eyebrows grossly.
"What, what!? Your Highness put me on my sleeve. What are you going to do?
"How dare you?"
Rin's voice sounded.
"Master Cristiane is a lady of the Duke's house. Even as a" nobleman "family that you love, you're better than you are. Why don't you tell me how you feel?
"Dear Gracelia............!
It was Gracelia of the Marquis of Huffsfleur, His Highness's new fiancé, who broke in.