The Escape of Layla

"Far back in the day, the kingdom of Altair was created by Lewayne, a clan with the strange power of magic. They saved people from demons that spread to the world and developed their country on vast lands loved by God '.

Follow with blurred eyes the text describing the history of this kingdom depicted in a gaga style. I'm trying to distract you, but my eyes really slip.

'The Le Wayne clan was loved by the people and created a time of peace, but when the feud was over, the power of the clan eventually became repelled as dangerous. And finally, the people revolutionized the powerful nobles, leaving only one princess behind to destroy the Royal House of Le Wayne.'

Scroll through the pages of books of good quality. Even if my eyes slipped, the contents were in my head enough that I could already scratch them, so I had no problem.

"The remaining princesses, along with the surviving escort knights, have begun to avenge the revolutionary people. It was the beginning of a long decade of war. '

Kacha, and a teacup is placed on the table in front of me. I'm sure Jessica distracted me and brewed me some tea. Oh, this scent is a variety that can be made in the western part of the kingdom.

'And finally, the revolutionary army surrendered. In those days, he reconciled the son of the chief nobleman of the Revolutionary Army, who had reigned as the prince of the kingdom of Altair, with his son-in-law, born between the princess and the escort knight. "

Almost like a hostage, I laugh. It's so easy because you don't have to fix your expression anymore.

"The tender princess has allowed her son, born between her son and her prince, to return to the kingdom. His son is the ancestor of the present Royal House of Altair. The princesses and escort knights then created a capital in the kingdom that was invisible to those who could not use magic, and it became known as the capital of the Fantasy King '.

Fantasy King's Capital. It was a very sacred place for people living in this country, though I know there can't be such a thing.

"The people of the kingdom have repented of their sins, sanctified the Lewayne clan, and created churches and monasteries throughout the kingdom with the desire to pray for their peace. And that is the beginning of Leweyne, which is passed down to the kingdom. '

"... the monastery,"

I whispered sighingly in a whisper that Jessica wouldn't understand. The priest said that the children of Lewayne still lived somewhere in this kingdom, but I was not really a devout believer nor did I believe much. The descendants of Lewayne are considered to be the supreme identity above the royal family, but I've never seen them in the first place, so I guess they're just doing so formally. It was almost a legend.

I can't believe I'm interested in monasteries like that. I laughed at the sarcastic patrol. I prefer Jessica's brewed tea to hide it.

That's how I blurred and remembered the ridiculous farce that went on shortly after I woke up.

"Sister!! You're awake......! Rose was really worried about Rose."

The day after I woke up, Rose, dressed in a rosy dress, visited my room with Her Royal Highness Prince Wang somehow. The maids, starting with Jessica, were more bewildered by the visit without any prior mention. I didn't even have time to fix my master's schedule. Some of the maids were welcoming Rose's sudden visit with obvious frustration. Some rookies were still unfamiliar, but all the maids with me seemed sympathetic to me.

"... I'm sorry, Rose. I'm fine, you don't have to cry."

Why am I apologizing? Why do I care about Rose? The inside was boiling back in impatient frustration with no place to do it, but I can't get out of behaving like a "deserving duke's warrant" that I've really stuck with over the years.

The first Rose I've seen in two years - physically, it's like the one I saw yesterday - was just a beauty that shined with my internal eyes. Becoming the fiancée of His Royal Highness Prince Wang may have been even more polished by the beauty.

Long hair stretched up to the same platinum waist as her mother, known as the Hua of the social world. Hair tips are always loosely curled without having to set and look great in any color hair decoration. Eyes of the same colour as the clear blue sky were bordered by long platinum eyelashes, and always moist eyes reflected beautifully both the light of the sun and the light of the chandelier. No amount of luxury accessories rival a scratchless white magnetic skin. Will your father give up his limbs?

It draws the blood of a beautiful couple of beautiful men, a famous father and mother, so I don't think I'm a scrupulous man either, but rather a fairly neat face, but I was no match for this sister in the end. Born inheriting only the good parts of your father and mother, Rose is now a beautiful girl of the world, known even as Altair's treasure.

From the people's point of view, it would also be more celebratory to have an ordained lady as if she had been blessed by a god of beauty, like Rose, to be the Crown Princess. Yes, I told myself. I managed to get some peace in front of Rose, but Rose's words smashed everything.

"That's right... if I keep crying, I'll hinder my belly child too..."

With her eyes moistened with tears, Rose flatly said so. I was a sister with a part of me that couldn't read the air better than the ex or wasn't caring enough about their mood, but I don't have any words to give this back to the boulder. How can you not even know one of the words you shouldn't say when you just say one age is below.

Even His Royal Highness Prince Wang, who had been piercing his silence since entering the room, thought this was a bad idea, opening his mouth to embarrass the crying Rose.

"Rose...... I shouldn't be saying that in front of Leila right now"

Comfortable, clear, slightly lower voice.I feel a little grown up again over the course of 2 years and even more attractive. I can't see His Highness' face properly, I just had to figure out what His Highness looks like right now because of the way his voice looks.

"If I did, I would...!

Rose looked up as if she'd just noticed, and she looked up into my arms as if she'd begged for forgiveness. Moist eyes may stir up my craving for asylum, but now my desire to protect her doesn't even dust. It was the royal family that pushed the marriage forward, so I couldn't help but be angry even though I knew Rose wasn't bad.

"Sister...... please forgive me. I didn't mean to... I believed your sister would wake up."

The thing I'm not sure if it's an act or if I'm serious about it is Rose's brilliance. It may be a personality suitable for a royal family with various thoughts swirling.

"It's okay, Rose..."

I was going to turn my best grin to Rose. But as soon as I did, I burst into tears in Rose's beautiful eyes.

"Again, you resent me... sister"

"... Huh?

"Usually, something that makes me laugh more. Besides, my eyes are getting angry. Naturally, my sister hated me and took it for granted..."

That's what I say. I blurt out Rose crying out front. I kind of feel like I'm a worse type than before.

Rose has always been. Cry immediately. There are childish parts that cry and try to solve. But beauty should also be called righteousness, and no one is to blame Rose for shaking her shoulders and crying, and it is always the other who is to be made the wicked. I've been unreasonable many times, too. But I am my sister, so I swallowed up remorse and stood still.

I couldn't laugh as usual because I slept for 2 years until yesterday. I was gonna make the best of my facial expressions not work and laugh, but I don't have the muscle to be told that by Rose. Your eyes aren't laughing. 'Cause you won't have a choice. Did you really think that I would be happy?

"Congratulations, you won't say a word of... For the daughter of a nobleman, there is nothing happier than to have a son who has drawn royal blood."

I felt like I had been declared "I'm happier than your sister" in the dark, and I finally couldn't say anything. On the contrary, I even feel nauseated by Rose's words and actions that trample and vandalize my mind without even thinking about people's feelings. I didn't want to waste the soup I spent an hour struggling with. Bite your lips and stand still.

If you think about it, my life is just a matter of patience. Still, it would have been fun if His Highness had been next door.

Tears seeped through me carefully, and I was about to cry out to me. I want to avoid the scandal that the daughter of the original Duke of Ashbury family will all sisters cry in front of His Royal Highness Prince Wang.

"Rose, Leila just woke up yesterday. What? Of course you don't laugh well."

His Highness puts his hand on Rose's shoulder and tells her to say it. The proximity of that distance was even more painful as it seemed to show intimacy.

Don't worry about me anymore. I want you to leave soon.

I grip my trembling fingers tightly and turn a distorted grin at Rose as I nauseate.

"Eh... oh, well, Rose... No... His Royal Highness the King of the Future..."

With my head gently bowed on the bed, I continued to endure regret and frustration. You made me feel better about what I looked like, Rose finally took her hand off my arm, but the verbal attack would not stop.

"If I were your sister... you wouldn't have to be so sarcastic. Hey, Your Highness?

"... let's go now, Rose. If I stay too long... I'll be in your way."

"Well, glad. I can't believe you showed me around...... I am happy to be Your Grace's bride."

I just kept on enduring, listening to the farce that could be played over my head. Really, I'm going to throw up now.

"... Layla, I'll be back. I hope it gets better soon."

No, don't come again.

In my heart, that's what I shouted even though I knew it wouldn't arrive.

After the two of them left, I ended up returning all the nutrition I struggled to get.

The worst farce went beyond that, and my mother, who came to see how things were going, said, "I know how Layla feels, but it's not good to hit Rose," and so on, and my father said, "Rose was crying. It's my weight body, take care of it," he chased me, "and I fell ill enough to not see my parents or Rose for about three days. I wanted to die like this, but I couldn't even make such a weak noise in front of Jessica and the others who nursed me so hard that I ended up starting rehab.

I can't eat a lot of it. For me, my body managed to recover by the time I was able to walk around, thanks to a dish that was conceived so that I could efficiently nourish and rehab carried out to an inexorable extent under the supervision of the doctor. Nevertheless, I haven't been firm enough to get out in public, so I've been reading gaga like this and killing my time.

I put the book down and gently touched my forehead. I can't see it hiding in my forehead, but my forehead has a linear scar that I sewed when the horse kicked me. Besides, after two years of undernourishment, a month after I woke up, the moon still doesn't come. For an unmarried aristocratic warrant lady, these were deadly.

Of course, there will be a large number of aristocratic sons who aspire to the status of the righteous Duke of Ashbury family, close to the royal family. Beyond Rose's dowry to the royal family, the Duke's heir has only two choices: whether I welcome my son-in-law or adopt a son from a division, so if you marry me, you're likely to get the title of Duke of Ashbury. From the noble son in the last seat, the more hands out of his throat he would want a position.

In fact, they have a lot of kids who offer to be my fiancée. Strangely enough, some of them seem to offer from the Marquis or the like-minded Duke, but I guess the intrusion is just a deliberate offer aimed at Ashbury's title.

The only thing I could do to the Duke's house was to welcome my son-in-law in, but I really didn't feel like it. Besides, if we stay in aristocratic society, we have to see Rose and His Highness even if we don't like it. As it is, the body will one day die, even if it is alive.

So, it was the monastery I laid eyes on.

Le Wayne monasteries are famous for "not refusing to come". Vicious criminals, for example, are the exception, but otherwise they accept it regardless of their identity. In fact, as many times as a few generations ago the princess became a nun. In addition, because of the special position of penance for the Leweyne clan and prayer for their peace, those who enter the monastery of their own free will are made up of the decision that no one can be taken out of the monastery until they leave, if they so desire. When the princess became a nun a few generations ago, the royal family seemed desperate to take her out of the monastery, but before the strict decision, she was no match for the royal power.

That was a dreamy rule for me right now. You live in a Leweyne monastery, carefully praying with the other nuns, putting out your charity, making your favorite embroidered accessories and selling them in a bazaar. Of course there won't be any difference in a qualitative life, but you should be able to breathe a lot easier than staying at the Duke's house like this.

The nearest monastery is at the foot of a small high hill on the south side of the Wang capital. It was a pretty fine building and a beautiful monastery enough to be a tourist attraction. In fact, I have also visited with His Highness, so I know the path to the monastery well.

I thought that far, and, uh, got a self-derisive grin somewhere.

I unexpectedly remember another memory with His Highness, and I don't like it. Though I know it's not a good idea to be unfinished forever.

Drinking up Jessica's brewed tea, I was alone in my determination.

Let's leave the Duke's house. Enter the monastery and live a life of prayer. Let us pray for the peace of the Le Wayne clan and of this kingdom, thanking God that his life was saved.

I'm a little sorry to say goodbye to Jessica and the others who served me well, but I can't help it. They would join Rose's entourage. There's nothing to worry about their future.

Then a week later, recovering enough to walk around the mansion, I managed to make time alone by saying I wanted to walk in the garden alone.

The clouds are somewhat suspicious, but this is such an opportunity. I don't see it coming. My mother is calling me to a tea party today, so my eyes on surveillance are just loose, and I would never get one person to do anything about it if I were normal.

For this day I hid little bags and the minimum required luggage in the hedge of your garden day by day. Inside the leather travel bag were just lace-knitted kernels and embroidery needles, embroidery threads, and then a few of my favorite magpies and novels.

Bringing in jewels may be good for the monastery, but I find it tempting to bring up the Duke's property for selfish behavior. My belongings were bought with taxes that the residents worked so hard to pay for, so I can't be free not to do my duty as a duke's warrant.

That's why I reserved it only to needles and embroidery needles that might be used in the monastery, and to gaga and stories that might be read and heard by children. This is just about as good as it gets because we're going to abandon the world.

"... Goodbye, Father, Mother, Rose"

I looked back at the vast mansion only once and walked out of the yard weaving a fine embroidered robe on the hem.

Though his health has recovered considerably, his weight is still far from standard and he doesn't necessarily run. I was holding my hand and breathing on the walls of a shop that smelled like baked bread as I let my breath out in the bustling city of a large crowd of civilians.

Think about it, this was the first time I'd ever been out there alone. I've chosen as plain clothes as possible, but I can't seem to hide the goodness of quality, which takes away the gaze of those who go on the road. It would be hard if the Duke's people found me before I reached the monastery. I'm sure you'll never have a chance again.

"Ma'am, are you okay...? You look a lot pale."

A little fat, kind looking lady talks to me. Civilians out of their outfits, but they can't know much about their identity.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry."

"... lady, you must be the daughter of a noble house, right? You better get back home 'cause I'm not gonna say anything wrong."

"Chi, no. Excuse me, I'm in a hurry."

I'm still somewhat breathless, but I'm no match for being pursued any further. I flogged my fleshy body and even proceeded to a district with a monastery.

When I finally saw the small high hill beside the monastery, it began to rain flashing. I thought the clouds were suspicious, but they still came down. Light rain leads all the way across the halls of a city with fewer people at once and into some dim alley. On the map you're tapping into your brain, this route should be closest. I even keep walking down the alley, wearing the hood of my jacket back deep.

The rain is getting stronger and stronger. From what I noticed, the rain was dripping from the flax colored hair knitted into three braids. I can see him rapidly deprived of his temperature and his body stopped moving.

Not good. You can't fall here.

The monastery was calculated to arrive in less than 10 minutes, but I finally got there. No one is around happy or unhappy, so no one rushes up to me.

If I had fallen in here like this, I'm sure this body that hasn't recovered would not last that long. That's not bad, though, my body is shivering desperately to get a fever.

Oh, how miserable. Until two years ago, I was supposed to live happily ever after as the future king princess.

The further intensifying rain sounds were as if they were on my life lights out. If heaven says he wants to do so, you can do as you please. I don't have much faith. I'm sure it's not heaven I go. But still, it should be better than this world.

"I really didn't want to tell you that it's better to die..."

Pompous and one squeaks in a voice that's about to disappear. I can't wait to miss two years ago when I thought I enjoyed being alive.

"Then I hope you don't say it. I don't want you to throw up such a weak tone even when you're hit by rain."

A black leather shoe from a man appears in my sight. I squeezed my strength and looked up, and there was a young man smiling with a neat grin. The black coat, which is all the way around the thighs, has a shine and I can tell it's pretty good quality.

Above all, it caught my eye, in glossy hair close to pitch black, with purple blue eyes as if I had taken a photograph of the evening. Many people look gorgeous in nobility, and I have met people with hair and eyes of various colors before, but I have never seen such colors before. Above all, I found myself behaving like a young man and doing a little trick. Which is very unusual. I'm sure he's the son of some nobleman.

"... Do I look noble even when I look like this"

He said he was a stranger, but I asked with a sarcastic grin. Then the young man kneels on the ground without even hating his clothes getting wet and gently offers his hand before me.

"That's already more noble and beautiful than any other soul.... It's too cold here. Come here."

What a strange young man to be a soul. If you look close like this, you look horribly neat, so maybe you're not a person.

"Hehe, I wonder if you're a reaper. I'll be happy to follow you...... Because hell, how much better would it be than this world...?

I lay my hand gently over the black glove hand I was offered in front of me. At the same time, my vision shakes. Perhaps my body was the limit already. I closed my eyes quietly with no resistance as I felt the increasing intensity rain noise somewhere far away.

Warm. Fluffy, very good feeling.

In a blurry consciousness, I thought that.

It smells so good. Is this scent a flower?

The consciousness gradually becomes clearer, thinking it's like heaven. Nature and I opened my heavy eyelids.

"Wake up?

That's a very comforting voice to hear. Turning slowly beyond his gaze, there was a figure of a young man he met in that rain. Now take off your coat and look like a ruffled shirt. The slightly visible clavicle is oddly colorful and wakes up and gets strangely twisted away quickly.

"Um... me..."

When I tried to wake up my body, the youth helped me quickly. They say I'm on a fluffy, well-scented white bed. For a moment, I thought I'd been brought back to the Duke's house, but apparently not.

"I've been asleep all day. It's a luxurious body. It's not something you can't do very well."

The voice of a very calm young man was very reassuring to hear. The young man gazed gently and carelessly at me with a neat face, staring at me. The black child in the left eye area is also colorful and kind of cute. Yeah, but I think it's rude of you to be cute to a man who would probably be older.

"You helped me, didn't you? Um... thank you"

"There's nothing like this."

You should have named him, but if they found out he was the daughter of the Duke of Ashbury family, they might bring him back. From what I have seen, I deduce that the interior is not extended to the Duke's house but is full of quality conditioning, and that it would be a noble mansion of considerable standing. Most likely, since I was a former Crown Princess candidate, my face is likely broken, so maybe this young man already realizes who I am.

"Um... excuse me, is this...?

When I asked him if he was naughty, the young man answered with a grin.

"This is the king's capital, Lewayne. … a city you call the capital of the Fantasy King."

"Fantasy... Wang Du...?

I can't swallow the situation. In front of me, the young man smiles again, only ringing his finger once.

In the next moment, a bouquet of white lilies was held in the hands of the youth.

"I'm Lenhardt Lewayne, the magician. Miss Leila, I've been looking for you."

The young man named Leanhardt gently makes me hold the bouquet of white lilies he had in his hand. Before the question as to why you knew my name, I had lost words to the far too fantastic sight that had taken place in front of me.

But I'm going to be so shocked that I'm going to faint at what Mr. Leanhardt has said.

"Miss Layla, please, could you be my bride?"

Master Leanhardt smiled so neatly that he seemed to sigh, that's what he said and held my hand.

This is the capital of the Fantasy King, a city that has been around for a long time. I'm apparently being proposed to a magician who thought I was just a legend.