The Escape of Layla

Having lunch prepared by Mr. Charlotte at the back of the store and serving as Mr. Grete's playmate, a familiar figure peeked into his face.

"Leanhardt, you're welcome!

It was Mr. Grete who noticed as soon as possible, and if we followed her gaze, there was Mr. Leanhardt wrapped around the Magic Division's coat. I get up from my chair and thank you lightly.

"Grete, Leila, you were having your sister play"

"Really! Leila, hey, you know..."

Mr. Leenhardt watched with a gentle grin as he spoke happily about what he had played today. Maybe Mr. Leanhardt likes kids, too.

"Well, good for you, Grete"

"Yeah! It was fun! Stay close!

"I'm sorry, but your brother's here to invite your sister Leila to see you."

"… Me, is it?

I stare at Mr. Leanhardt with slight surprise. When he smiled, he nodded and turned to me.

"After today's work, I wonder if Leila would go somewhere."

That's a pleasant invitation. But you can't even leave Mr. Grete alone.

"Layla, don't worry about Grete. Please go. My brother is desperate."

"Charlotte"

"Hehe, what, is that a fact?

Mr. Charlotte winks lightly at me when he hugs Mr. Grete.

"I don't have many customers today, and I don't have a problem with that. Have fun."

"... Then let me sweeten your words"

When I quickly put the trinkets together in my small bag, I took the hat I had hung and turned to Mr. Charlotte and Mr. Grete.

"Good day, then. Mr. Charlotte, Mr. Grete."

"Yeah, there you go. Brother, do your best!

Mr. Leanhardt offered me his hand, as if to even pretend that he could not hear Mr. Charlotte. Even one such casual trick is really graceful, and I accidentally fall in love with it.

"So shall we go? Leila."

"Yes, thank you"

Walking 20 minutes opposite the direction of the mansion from the store.

There was a sprawling flower garden in front of me. The blue sky with no clouds and the sea of colorful flowers are as beautiful as a single painting.

"You can go inside. Come, Leila."

As Mr. Leanhardt stepped inside the flower garden, he nodded his blue coat and offered his hand to his feet. I try to take that hand and get a little worried.

"... Won't you step on the flowers"

"Oh, the flowers here are strong, so I'm fine. It's magically blooming."

"Magic… so it makes sense that flowers of different seasons are also blooming"

I don't know the details because I just looked at it, but there are really many different types of flowers such as tulips, peony, anemones, sunflowers, roses, etc. Is it Tsubaki that blooms in distant trees?

"Leila is kind to you. If you really care, you can do this."

Mr. Leenhardt once came out of the flower garden, he said, "Excuse me for a moment," and held me up. It's so easy to hug, I didn't know what was going on.

"Oh, you know, Mr. Leanhardt"

"This way, I'm the only one guilty of stepping on flowers."

Mr. Leanhardt smiled all the time as he held me sideways. It's kind of close and my cheeks get hot.

"It's okay. Because you can walk."

"Leila doesn't like this state?

"Yes, not that I don't like it..."

"Well, here's what I'd like to do. Can I keep this up?

"... Yes"

Mr. Leanhardt walked out into the flower garden as he was. Slowly, at a rate that bites every step of the way.

My heart is pounding and I can't help it. I can't believe I'm being held by a magician who ever thought I was legendary in a painted landscape. My chest grows louder than any magpie. I've never felt this way before.

"... can Mr. Leenhardt come here often?

Even if we spend a month together, there are many things we don't know about Mr. Leanhardt.

I wonder if that's why I want to know.

"Yeah, well, I used to come here a lot, but I haven't been on my feet much lately. Everyone in this city sees this view so much that they're tired of it."

"I envy you...... I can't believe there's such a beautiful place in the city"

The castle and the ball were certainly gorgeous and beautiful, but they are no match for this flower garden. I feel like I've been in a hurry for a long time with these natural scenery. I was in no position to go see it freely of my own free will, so I admired it extra for that matter.

"This neighborhood is probably the prettiest. Flowers are sparse, why don't you sit on the lawn?

Mr. Leanhardt seems to have found the part where the lawn is visible to me. You must have cared for me.

"Yes, thank you"

Mr. Leanhardt gently brought me down on the lawn as if dealing with broken goods. Fluffy and very comfortable. This was the first time I had ever been born to sit on the lawn. Even at an early age, when I tried to sit on the lawn in the Duke's garden, my mother scolded me terribly.

"Hehe, it's fun. The lawn is warm and fluffy and very nice"

Mr. Leanhardt also looked at me and gave me a gentle grin as he lowered his back right next to me. That look again, sloppy. The back of my chest hurts.

"Leila seems to enjoy everything, so I feel happy to be here watching."

I know you're going to say something that's nothing, but it's a pretty daunting expression. Unexpectedly blushing my cheeks, I loved the flowers of the Yaesuki Anemone that were blooming beside me.

"I just don't know things too well...... I really realized how narrow my world was when I came here."

Rose took His Royal Highness's fiancée's seat, and when I found out she had His Highness's son in her belly, it was something I really wanted to die for, but now wonder and that despair are fading too. I'm glad I didn't abandon myself then. I had no intention of choosing to die myself, but I would not have seen such a wonderful view if I had kept myself in a breathless aristocratic society as a pawn in the Duke's house. I'm really happy right now.

"That's not true. Leila knows everything."

"It's a big deal, Mr. Leanhardt. All I know is the knowledge I get from books...... I knew nothing about the color of the sky, the warmth of the lawn."

Two, I notice a large circle of white lilies blooming beside Mr. Leanhardt. I gently climbed out and looked up at Mr. Leanhardt.

"Mr. Leanhardt, the white lilies are blooming. You like it, don't you?

The early proposal to wake up was also a bouquet of white lilies, as were the motifs finely crafted into the mansion's condiments. I'm sure Mr. Leanhardt likes white lilies, he assumed on his own.

"Not that I..."

Rarely does Mr. Leanhardt cloud his words. My chest ached in a lonely atmosphere that was inadvertently created. Have you asked me what I shouldn't ask?

"... does Leila like white lilies?

It has taken the form of questions being returned with questions, but I quickly take up the grin. I'd rather answer the question here than the place get awkward.

"Right...... like, falls into the category of. Best of all, it's an anemone flower."

Touch the purple anemone flower of Yaesuki that was beside you again. I've always liked that look, small and adorable and gorgeous for it. Conversely, I don't like glossy flowers because I see them like roses. Maybe it's because it reminds me of Rose.

"Well, Leila likes anemones."

Somewhere delightfully, Mr. Leanhardt recites. I kind of felt a strange itch in the back of my chest when I said I just taught her my flower preferences.

"This place is really great. Because there are all kinds of flowers in bloom, and they can be made into embroidered motifs. Oh, I wish you had a paper and a pen..."

Next time I'll put a set of parchment paper and a feather pen in this little bag. There may be opportunities to write something and not just pictures.

"Don't you like picking it and going home?

"That's not true. I don't like to hurt you without darkness, but I wish it had a purpose. But at this temperature, it will surely shrivel before returning to your mansion..."

"If that's the case, you don't have to feel comfortable. I'll do my magic to keep the flowers from shriveling."

I take Mr. Leannhardt seriously. This man is kind to me everywhere. Being alert is going to lean on me endlessly, and I get scared of myself from time to time.

"Are you sure?

"Yeah, you can pick as many as you want"

It was another fact that I feel spoiled but at the same time my chest leaps. This is the only flower of its kind. They all seem interesting to motif, and they get lost.

"Thank you, Mr. Leanhardt"

In thanking her with a full smile, Mr. Leenhardt still looked at me with a gentle, carefree grin. I feel so deeply in love with that eye that my heart fills with something warm.

At the same time, it was also true that there was heat on the cheeks. When I turned to the flower garden to hide the cheeks that would have been stained red, I began to look for flowers that would be motifs from the sea of flowers.