A month after Katrina and the others left this school.
Different things happened visibly, and I don't think I had time to think about it or be depressed.
Above all, announcing that I had officially made a covenant with the Spirit of Darkness, that I was in a state of magic depletion, made my surroundings noisy.
But the surrounding reaction is generally favorable.
However, it is also a great deal that His Highness, his parents and Master Theodore were rooting for me.
I myself actually stood on the table to solve the misunderstanding of the Spirit of Darkness and sought understanding.
As a result, the malicious rumors that were quickly spreading throughout the school were not heard.
On the contrary, my ever distant classmates apologize, and I feel that the approximate distance has been somewhat closer.
"It's like giving back the Colo and his palm."
Mr. Abbott and I sit down on the bench in the courtyard and take a breath of relief.
Then Mr. Abbott, sitting next to him, shrugged earlier, frowning over whether he remembered the female students who had finally greeted me in the dining room.
Until this time, they were people who, when they saw me, rumored to be hissocks.
"That's what it is."
"Oh, you don't really care"
"Yep."
The ability to read the situation is of paramount importance to the nobility.
To those who are worthy and powerful. That's a good thing, and you can never say it's a bad thing.
But if it's as obvious as this one, it just won't be trustworthy.
If it is true, never be enlightened about it, even if it was evil in your heart.
Even now it still looks favorable, but where is the real deal? I guess they're all hiding it.
It leaks a small sigh.
There's just one thing for sure.
"If I cared, I wouldn't be doing noble children."
Mr. Abbott turned a blind eye to my light narrative.
I laugh out loud to erupt right after that.
"Yeah, you're right. Definitely.
Mr. Marcel has a nice face. "
I don't know.
"Yep. I don't know if it feels like a blowout."
I blew it off.
That may indeed be the case.
There is something deep down in my mind until now that I've been wondering if it might be difficult, though I wanted to separate myself from them somewhere.
Aren't they and I the same after all?
Will it follow the same future again as before? Now I thought I was afraid of it.
And His Royal Highness will understand it, and you will hate it.
I even felt that way.
And so is your Highness's fiancée.
Is it really okay for someone like me who made a mistake to stand next to His Highness, and even the only magic I could be proud of? That's what I was thinking.
For a long time, magic has been an absolute thing in me, because that is why I was chosen as my fiancée and everything I could stand next to His Highness.
But His Royal Highness told me to stay with me now.
I think that gave me a lot of power.
"That's good to hear."
Seeing my expression, Mr. Abbott lowers his eyebrows and turns a gentle grin on me. I can see that she thinks her words were sincerely good.
Someone you can talk to for real. I can now feel very much how irreplaceable and important that is to me.
"It's also a big thing that Mr. Abbott was there for me. I've never known Abbott to have so much fun in school."
"Mr. Marcel."
Pocan for a moment, Mr. Abbott, staring at me as if, gradually loosening his mouth and hiding his slightly reddish cheeks, squeaks softly and bosomly.
"If they say that already, I can light it up."
"So I'm looking forward to going to the bookstore and cafe I promised you today"
That's right.
I'm supposed to go to the bookstore I promised Mr. Abbott before today.
And my classmate taught me that I'm going to a cafe that's popular with girls now.
"I've never been with a friend before..."
Mr. Abbott nods at my words with his gaze removed as he lowered his brow and lit up.
I also find it very cute that Mr. Abbott is so shy.
At that time.
"Uh, Mr. Rachel, are you going to the cafe?
I hear a bright voice from overhead that surprises me, and Mr. Abbott and I look at each other's faces unexpectedly.
Who's there?
It was like a voice I'd ever heard.
Looking back slowly, there stood Anna laughing with Nico.
"Hello," said Anna, cheerfully turning to us with a smile on that adorable face.
And I said, "I'm sorry I took the liberty of listening to you. If I want to speak to you, I can hear you," he says with his hands in front of his face with regret.
"No, not at all... Never mind. I'm sorry I didn't notice.
Oh, her name is Anna Carroll. Er... "
"I'm Anna Carroll. Class 2-B next door."
"Natalia Abbott."
Mr. Abbott is baffled and returns his greetings as if he were baffled by Anna's atmosphere with a smiling smile on his face.
Anna, by the way, looks at me and Mr. Abbott alternately, not at all concerned.
"Can I come with you on that outing"
He told us that by leaning his neck with a cute cotton.