The Escape of Layla

"Ouch."

I stabbed the embroidery needle at my fingertips. Because I was surprised by the sound of the clock bell announcing midnight. Wipe your fingertips with the appropriate white cloth that was on the table as you hurried your fingertips away from the work.

At midnight, about two weeks after I went to Wang Capital, I was silently typing into embroidery.

I've been passionate about it for a long time. I have a habit of losing track of time when I start embroidering, but this is the first time I've immersed myself until the date changes.

Usually, Mr. Leenhardt comes to peek into my room worried that the lights are on too late, but tonight seems to be the wedding celebration of a friend of the sorcery division, and Mr. Leenhardt is not home yet. I was told that I wouldn't have to wait because it would be late, but I wanted to say if I could say "Welcome home" and it was time for this when I started embroidering. Maybe Mr. Leanhardt is already back while I concentrate on embroidery and resting in his room.

Now that I know about Lewayne's curse, the weight of the word that your friend is getting married was immeasurable. Finally, your friend will be freed from hundreds of years of loneliness. Come on. You must celebrate grandly. That's not enough in one day.

Standing up and stretching lightly, my shoulders and back hurt a little because I've been sitting around. Besides, my throat was terribly dry.

Looking down at the embroidery pieces that I had just made from a little further away, I was able to grasp the whole picture. I loosen my cheeks wondering if I could get into five fingers among my embroidery pieces.

All these days, I have been producing gifts for Mr Lenhardt and Mr Charlotte. Of course, the yarn used is purple blue yarn bought in Wangdu during this time. I also make embroidered accessories for Mr. Charlotte to serve in his shop in between, but the main character for the past two weeks or so has been a giver.

I'm thinking of giving Mr. Charlotte a little decorative cloth with an embroidered purple sunflower on a lace-knitted coaster, and Mr. Leanhardt an embroidered Lewayne family crest, but this was quite the crook. I didn't bother with the design this time, but the purple sunflower and Lewayne family crest are quite complex and take quite a while to embroider. For that matter, I'm proud to say that it's looking pretty good.

I'd be glad if you were happy.

I wonder if they're both finished in one breath. I wanted to give it to you both on the same day, so they're both almost 90% complete. I've stabbed you in the fingertips, so I'm going to interrupt you already tonight, but maybe it'll be done by tomorrow.

I look forward to completing it myself. I guess that just seems like a polite, hard work. I headed to the kitchen to moisten my thirst, feeling comfortably tired.

Draw cold water into glass glasses in the kitchen and drink all at once. Not a complimented way to drink as a duke's warrant, but it was just right to moisten your thirst.

Maybe we should brew some hot milk and calm down in the living room before we go to bed.

That's what I thought, and when I put a container with warm milk and a bottle of honey on top of the tray, then a teacup and a spoon, I headed to the living room with great care not to zero.

In the dim living room, there are no figures. I thought Mr. Leanhardt might not have left yet, but I saw the Sorcery Division jacket left on the couch and found out that Mr. Leanhardt had returned home. I guess I was tired. I usually seem to have forgotten my coat to take to your room.

When I put the tray on the table, I walked over to the couch and took Mr. Leanhardt's coat. When I saw this coat embroidered in blue fabric with gold thread, I was starting to feel safe one day. I gently stroke the smooth dough and loosen one's cheek.

The distance between me and Mr. Lienhardt was even closer since I went out to the king's capital in Altair, the kingdom. To be clear, it's as close to a relationship as it is to a lover. In fact, maybe I can say that just because we don't represent a relationship in words, the distance and intimacy of our hearts is that between lovers. As usual, I am embarrassed to be touched by Mr. Leanhardt, and although I am at my best because I can hug him all the time once a week, I was wrapped up in unprecedented happiness.

I'd like to respond quickly to Mr. Leenhardt's feelings for giving me this happiness, but I don't know how to cut it out of me. If they were to propose now, as they did when they met, I'd be happy to accept them.

But I didn't even hate this sweet, somewhere frivolous relationship right now. There is no need to rush. At least if my body goes back a little bit, I'm sure I'll cut it out of me. Although your mother said you can't think of a proposal from a woman in an aristocratic society, it wouldn't really matter if you rared next to someone you love from the heart, such as gender. I was so attracted to Mr. Leanhardt that I didn't seem to care about such trivialities.

You should hang this coat somewhere so it won't wrinkle. It's kind of a strange story to take to my room, and I'm sorry to ask you even to Mr. Lenhardt's room, which would already be closed. I wish there was somewhere I could hang in the living room.

The moment I looked around thinking that, I felt something slip off my jacket. When I panicked and hugged my coat because I didn't think it was a good idea, it was after something fell to the floor, making a dry noise. I can see the blood pulling a little bit. What if it's broken?

Once I put my coat on the couch, I panicked and bent to the floor. Apparently what fell on the floor was a rusty golden rocket. The lid seems to have opened on the fallen clap, and I rush to pick it up.

It was almost by chance that I saw the contents. The rocket connected to the gold chain seems to be quite old, with a small figure painting embedded inside.

It was a picture of a woman with silver hair. It has faded slightly but I have no trouble capturing the characteristics. The woman in the painting wore a dress that was supposedly popular in the kingdom for a hundred years, no, more than that. Living in this day and age, I can tell from me that the dress is a luxurious, elaborate, first-class piece. Above all, a shining tiara over the woman's head showed that she was royal or equivalent.

This tiara looked familiar. Indeed, it is a tiara worn by the princess of the kingdom Altair. I can't believe the achievements of Princess Wang's education can be demonstrated even here.

I mean, I guess this woman is an Altair princess who existed hundreds of years ago. I don't even know the name, but both silver hair and pale eyes well represent the hallmark of the Altair royal family.

But above all, it was the woman's face that distracted me.

The princess in the painting looked just like me, whatever the difference between silver hair and pale eyes. That would be two melons if I had dyed my silver hair and magically turned it into pale eyes.

But I wonder why Mr. Leanhardt has an old princess figure painting.

I find it somewhat uncomfortable, even though I wonder if you preferred the princess who is handed Rin. Mr. Lienhardt is not the kind of person to judge people by their appearance, nor is he in a position to worship the princess of Altair, the kingdom, in the first place.

I guess that means that Mr. Leanhardt has some thoughts about this woman and still carries the figure picture with him. Mr. Leanhardt is descended from the Lewayne clan, who lives hundreds of years, so it's no wonder that this princess interacted when she was alive, but was she such a close interlocutor that she cherished figure painting for so long?

Pfft, one day Mr. Charlotte's words come back, along with a bad feeling.

- Strangely enough, we in the Lewayne clan will know only at first sight when we meet the Destiny Man.

The hand holding the rocket trembles. I could see the rising mood here, all at once, chilling in pain. My shoulders were shaking naturally at a bad hunch that all of them did not leave the realm of speculation but were too much of a match.

Wasn't Mr. Leenhardt's "Destiny Man" whom I fall in love with actually this Rin princess, not me or anything else?

It is conceivable that we will not be tied under any circumstances, and that Mr Leanhardt's time has remained stopped and he is still alive. Above all, mercy for this princess for me seemed not to support that presumption. Wasn't Mr. Charlotte just some misunderstanding that led him to assume that I was Mr. Leanhardt's "destiny man"?

I wonder if Mr. Leanhardt is looking at me as a princess.

My heart is pulsing like it hurts. I took many deep breaths trying to calm my mood. Once you start thinking in the wrong direction, it's my bad habit not to stop.

I can't help thinking about it, it's all, it's not just a guess.

Yes, I told myself, and when I gently closed the rocket, I immediately stuck it in my jacket pocket. I can't stop having unpleasant palpitations. When I drank the cold milk without adding honey, I rushed into my room feeling restless and into bed.