The Escape of Layla

"... Charlotte guy... you did it"

It wasn't until evening that Mr. Leenhardt woke up asleep lying down in my bed. Until then, I am. Mr. Charlotte was worried about how strong his witchcraft was on Mr. Leanhardt, but I'm glad he woke up safely.

"I was wondering what I would do if I didn't wake up like this."

"... if you can keep sleeping beside Leila, that's more of a promise."

Mr. Leenhardt's blindfolded eyes weighed heavily today, even though he usually flushed out these words. A gaze like that should certainly belong to my favorite Mr. Leanhardt, but I can't breathe anywhere. If that gaze is directed at me, all I have to do is take it, but I'm sure he's looking at that princess over me. I couldn't even give it to you. I was stuck breathing.

"Hehe, I can't believe you said that to Mr. Leenhardt..."

No, the truth is, I can't be jealous of the princess.

When, I wonder, was I so obsessed with Mr. Leanhardt? I feel sorry to be so jealous of you, the princess, who is already from the past.

"... I, too, would like to stay asleep beside Mr. Leenhardt forever"

"I'd like to dream about that... but I still can't because I miss seeing Layla with a laughing face"

Mr. Leanhardt's hand is stretched out to my cheek. It was warm, big hands. It is unusual for Mr. Lenhardt to behave like this, usually just because he doesn't touch me without darkness. Though I've been watching all the rare Leanhardts this morning.

The purple blue eyes, they did reflect me. All the feverish eyes and the black child under his left eye are lovely. And yet, I can't believe it might be a princess like me he's looking at.

"... Mr. Leenhardt, do you like my laughed face?

"Yeah, I like it. I like whatever Leila looks like, but I guess the best part is smiling."

"Hehe, it lights up"

"I like the light on your face."

"You're good at dictating,"

"I need to say it before I can say I like it"

"Have you ever regretted it in the past?

The conversation that kept me going broke. Mr. Leenhardt had a self-derisive grin that did not suit his normal serene condition when he slightly diverted his gaze from me.

"Yeah...... that's already"

I wonder if that's for the princess, too.

I have no right to blame myself for all the doubts I've been raising and for not being able to ask one thing about the truth. I just don't want to break this cozy relationship and I keep escaping the truth that I have to face one day.

"... to me, I don't think I can imitate"

When can I say "like" to people when I can finally talk about my favorite foods and flowers these days? The truth is, I'm so fond of Mr. Leanhardt and Mr. Charlotte.

"Leila is shy."

"Oh, that's not true!

"It's lit. Leila's cute, too."

"Ugh...... Mr. Leenhardt!

"What's going on? Leila."

I end up unable to say anything to Mr. Lenhardt, who slowly strokes my cheek with a sweet grin. Instead, I lay my own hands on the back of Mr. Leanhardt's hand stroking my cheek. To its warmth, I gently meditate my eyes and get drunk.

It was not until I thought I had come to this illusory capital of kings that I learned the warmth of man's hand.

In the Duke's house, I could always only feel it over my silk gloves.

Mr. Leanhardt's hands are warm and big, just a little bit on them, and most importantly, he's kind and likes them. I don't know how good it would be if I could take this hand all the time.

As I meditated on my eyes for a while and concentrated on their warmth, inadvertently, something warm and soft touched my hand overlying Mr. Leanhardt's back of his hand. If you look away in surprise, there is Mr. Leanhardt's face nearby.

"Mr. Leenhardt!?

"... this is within greeting range, right?

"Well, that's true..."

Was that feeling that touched the back of your hand Mr. Leanhardt's lips? I used to be made Your Highness over gloves at a ball or something, but it doesn't make any sense like such a liturgical thing. Once again, I could see my face getting hot all at once. I'm sure he'll look so red he's dumb.

"This is embarrassing when the distance is so close"

"I'd rather put up with this..."

But next to Mr. Leenhardt, who chuckles swallowingly, I was desperate to calm my heartbeat if Charlotte saw me. Always, always, I just get confused.

At this rate, one day my heart is going to die of surprise!

Though I am reassured by the way Mr. Lenhardt is slowly regaining his usual smile, I also find him somewhere hateful because he has too much room. I don't feel like I'm swinging at him more and more times every day.

"What's going on, Leila? Do you want me to do it again?

"Oh, that's up to once a day!

"Wow, I didn't think you'd get permission. Let's do it every day from now on."

No. Whatever I say now, Mr. Leanhardt will direct me to be good. I have a desire to fight it somehow, but it also makes me feel less satisfied when I look at Mr. Leanhardt, who then looks at me as merciful.

Now, okay. Keep it up.

I care about you, Princess, but you don't need to rush. I managed to calm my heart down because it wasn't even due.

Even at this moment, I had no reason to know that a dark plot was unfolding around me in the kingdom of Altair.