The Escape of Layla

Your sister disappeared.

Just hold the boring miga and the embroidered needle.

I, Rose Ashbury, was born as the second daughter of the prestigious Duke of Altair, Kingdom. Everyone praised her mother for her conceded platinum hair and her empty eyes, and I knew from the moment I was a special person in my heart. It's something I thought was really good as a child, not being born into a plain figure like my sister with flax hair and eyes.

Yet only your sister gets noticed when it comes to trouble. I guess I can be treated a little more politely just because I'm supposed to be cute just breathing.

Although my father and mother felt good because they treated my sister so harshly that I felt that my cuteness was justified, as I grew older, I found that harshness was proportionate to the magnitude of my expectations. As the future king princess, it is also an expression of her love to do everything she can so that her sister has no shame in the social world.

Of course, it doesn't mean I was being scorned. Instead, I think I grew up in such deep love that I was about to drown. Your father and mother know exactly how special I am.

But that also gave me a pretty strict education at first. To me, born beautiful and noble, I thought such an authentic effort was unnecessary, but at that time I had no choice but to work hard as I was told.

But for me to hate standing still at my desk in the first place, the time I had to face my tutor one-on-one was only painful. Whenever I made a mistake with the problem, I was also angry with the tutor herself, who looked down, "It's okay, I'll explain it to you again if you don't know".

Why should I be ridiculed by scholars like the Viscount or the Baron at best, the righteous Duke's Lady? It's something I learned to humiliate like that, staring up into his eyes over the gently smiling tutor's glasses.

One day, when such a day ensued, disgusted by the thickness of the books prepared to deepen upbringing, I managed to put my head to work wondering if I could escape this occasion. I hate studying, but I like to think about things that seem interesting.

- That's right. Why don't you cry a little and get this busty tutor in trouble?

If I cry, the servants panic no matter how trivial. I'm sure this tutor is no exception.

It's a sight to see what kind of face you see me in. I try to moisturize my eyes just a little quickly in front of the tutor who is going to try to push the impossible, laughing in my heart. The tutor stared at me like a little. It feels a little good.

"Lady...?

The tutor youth, who looked badly panicked, had bent on putting the book down and gazing at me. When I saw the eyes behind my glasses narrowed worryingly, I felt like the depths of my heart had somehow broken me, but the tears that poured out once were hard to stop.

"... Lady Rose, if you don't understand, I'll explain it to you again..."

Please, don't cry. I guess that's what this tutor wanted to say. However, the appearance of an unexpected person prevented the continuation of the word.

"... ma'am?

The first thing I noticed was a tutor. Mother doesn't usually come to see me study. I wonder what you intend to do only today.

The tutor was ruining his usual intelligent atmosphere with a rush in his worrying expression. It feels good.

This became an interesting development. I smile in my heart and look up at my mother with a glass of eyes in tears.

"Oh Mother..."

I can't tell you anything by surprise. I see it in your mother's dress. Usually when I do this, my mother scolds me for not being able to do it, but she didn't even seem willing to scold me if I was in front of her crying.

"What's wrong, Rose..."

The mother, who only knows how to deal with her listening sister, seemed vulnerable to tears. Every time I shed a grain of tears, my mother got so upset that she couldn't think from her usual perseverance.

"My teacher is mean... because I can't study..."

It wouldn't be a total lie. It's synonymous with being mean to me because all those words look down on me.

Mother truly took my word for it and stared at the tutor with a sharp eye. Mother, known as Hua of the social world, is also beautiful to be angry with.

"Ma'am, I was just trying to explain to Miss Rose again what I don't know..."

Unexpectedly I opened my mouth so as to block the words of the tutor who began to elucidate with a trembling voice.

"Anyway, I can't be as good as your sister!

I cried in tears as I grabbed your mother's dress. Mother looks down at me with a faint look.

No, I was really upset, too. I wonder what I just said. This isn't like your sister being bullied compared to your sister.

No, no, no. I never envy your sister. I can't believe you're not just a little studious. I'm more blessed with appearance than such a plain sister, and I should be much happier.

"... pathetically, Rose"

Mother still looks like she's going to cry, and she gently strokes my hair. It also seemed offensive to stimulate a sense of inferiority that I didn't even realize myself.

"... it's okay, Rose just does what Rose can"

Your mother's fingertips gently stroke my cheeks. I felt an undisputed love for that merciful manoeuvre. Yes, I am loved. I was born as happy as possible, the princess of the Duke's house. I don't need to feel inferior.

"... Really? Mother."

Sink a sense of inferiority into the depths of your mind, trying to get a clear outline, so that you can't see. I am, you just have to do what I want and live happily ever after. I received that right from God, because I am special.

"Yeah, it's true."

I lean softly against my tender, smiling mother as she strokes my head. I was, indeed, surrounded by warm happiness.

Then the education given to me was sweetened as soon as possible. It's quite funny that things carry just the way you want them to, just a little crying. My tears, apparently, can be quite a weapon.

Such imitation, that plain sister wouldn't be able to do it. I've never seen your sister cry, but I'm sure there must just be a gloomy atmosphere.

My sister lived every day with studies and lessons, as always, even though I said that I had easily gained a way to live the way I wanted. Seeing your sister head to her desk without morning or night makes me wonder what makes her happy and alive. Because you have a plain appearance, I wonder if you're forcing me to make up for it with a seeping blood effort. I felt an indescribable sense of sufficiency when I thought so.

But at the same time, I was certain that something tingly hurt deep in my chest. I was thinly aware that the identity was probably an inferiority to my sister, who sank deep into her heart at an early age, but my pride did not allow it to be admitted.

As if to mock my grid like that, your sister faintly imposes a difficult task. Whether you are asked a difficult question that is not appropriate for your approximate age, take a lesson in too fine a manners to polish your nerves, or keep dancing until you bleed out of your heels, your sister won't complain one thing. On the contrary, it returns an irresistible smile if it meets your eyes.

Honestly, my sister who behaves so perfectly disgusted me. There was also a neglected aspect of that good man that did not collapse for a moment.

Since when did such negative emotions become directed at your sister in a natural way?

With tears I was good at, I started playing with troubling my sister. If you unilaterally trouble your sister and I cry, your father or mother, who is tough on your sister, will always have my shoulders. I'm sure you have the feeling that you don't want to give the impression that I'm being bullied by your sister in the social world, but at times like this, a young person's position is convenient.

All that hard work and upbringing your sister has so desperately piled up is no match for my tears. That made me very satisfied. The people around them acknowledge that hard work is no match for the talent they were born with. I feel good and I can't help it.

The play was thoughtfully enjoyable and had become a habit if I realized it. From that point on, I think I said that I was getting more and more alienated from your sister. Even my sister, who thought she was perfect, didn't like me, because she felt humane and didn't feel strange and bad.

If I went out into the social world, it would have been me more visible to men than to your sister. Again, the way I was born is much more valuable here than your sister's efforts.

Besides, the reaction of the men who quickly become obsessed with me is interesting if you put in a few kind words. I didn't know if I had a male fiancé to tell me, so sometimes the ladies told me something I didn't like, but if I wept, the men would always have my shoulders.

Sometimes your father asked me if it was time to decide on my fiancée, but I caught him off the hook. I still want to play. I'm sorry to be tied to one man and restricted in his actions. Fortunately, I am the object of the men's attention, and I would be able to marry anytime I wanted to.

From then on, there were also many things that were quite remarkable as unmarried children, things that could never be said to your father or mother. But if you enjoy the day, that's fine. It's not on me like I'm worried about tomorrow, and I need to take advantage of this look that God blessed me more than that.

In those delightful days I met a man of destiny.

It was one prom night. My eyes were nailed by a slender, tall, beautiful silver-haired young man.

Is that His Royal Highness the King?

Previously, when I came to greet my sister's engagement, I remember that she still deserved to be a boy and did have a beautiful face, but she was too cute to be seen as very heterosexual. After that, I didn't even care about His Royal Highness Prince Wang because he wasn't interested in his sister's fiancée, but he had grown into such an attractive young man at some point.

... such a beautiful prince, your sister doesn't have the body. I deserve it much better.

Quickly, hit His Highness with commonly used means, and I will seek to be alone somehow. I guess I haven't even kissed one of my sisters with my wife anyway. It would have been one of these if we had been alone. Because no man has ever resisted my charm.

But His Highness also thought he would like me at first glance, but things didn't carry so well. His Royal Highness was kind to me, but he began to ask for my escort from a friend of mine. The man's face wasn't too bad either, but his aim now was His Highness, so he pulled back in a hurry.

Occasionally, men with fiancées react like this. I wish from this boring man and others who are frightened of being whispered rumors with me, so in that case I just pull my hand, but I couldn't give up all this time.

Such a beautiful man, there's no one else.

Most importantly, it's also funny that the man you fell in love with at first sight is your sister's fiancée. If I could take His Royal Highness away from your sister, I'm sure this inferiority, which has been smoking deep in my chest for years, would also disappear clean and refreshing. Besides, I wanted to see what your sister, the perfect lady, would look like if she took my fiancée from me.

I don't hear stories of His Highness falling in love with your sister, and I don't see how your sister is falling in love with His Highness. This is going to be a pretty good chance for me.

But His Royal Highness at heart seems to be a cautious man as far as he can see earlier. You wouldn't try to take my hand if you didn't have much to do.

"Lady Leila, Lady Rose, you have arrived"

It was a carriage home from the ball, and I stuck with the mansion as I worked out the blur. In the opposite seat, your sister is sitting in a beautiful position even though no one is watching, and that makes me kind of angry extra. I wonder if my sister, who is always a good girl, can't breathe.

You realize I'm staring, or your sister who was about to come down sends a grin and a smile. You're supposed to be bad at me, but I also hate the fact that you never try to push me away. It seems popular amongst the ladies to be like a goddess full of charity, but I think they will have a sarcastic boring day.

If I got out of the carriage, a hairy horse, carefully cared for by the Duke's family, was waving his tail. He is stroking the horse's neck with all due respect.

That's right, this might be a good idea.

In fact, your sister is interrupting my love affair with His Highness, and it's quite ironic.

"What's going on? Rose."

Looking back at me not trying to get into the mansion, my sister cares about this one with a beautiful voice like the sound of a bell. The appearance of my sister with the moon on her back was so mysterious and tasteful that she was supposed to look plain but could see why she was called a goddess, and that was extra regret that I decided to carry out the plan.

"Nothing, sister."

"Really? If we don't get back soon, your father and mother will be worried. Let's go."

"Yes, sister"

Listening to the sound of a horse's hoof moving away, he stares at his sister's back, who starts walking again, with a small grin. This is going to be interesting for the first time in a long time.

In conclusion, the plan went well.

From the man I was playing with, I got the horse stimulant and entrusted it to one of my servants who was obsessed with me. I just whispered in my ear, "Surprise the goddess". In fact, the servant seemed to have enough power to pass it on, and he did it really well.

Yes, don't overdo it.

On the morning of one of your sister's early summer days out with His Highness, it was executed. My sister doesn't get to go out on her own, so I haven't had a chance before, but when I eared to Her Highness, "Your sister seems to want to go to the botanical garden," she finally felt like inviting her sister to go out. Your Highness, too, would have had to ask me out if I had told you, your sister's sister.

That day, my sister, who made a rare eulogy, seemed to have some fun. I was convinced that my sister thought I was happy to go to the Botanical Gardens because she liked flowers, although she should not have any particular idea about Her Highness. It seemed a little pathetic considering the unfortunate accident that would be happening, but about the flowers, I wish I could show you my sympathy.

His Royal Highness, who had come to pick me up at the right time, was somewhere unfathomable, and it was more obvious than to see the fire that he was unhappy with his engagement to a plain sister. Beautiful face in the corner ruined.

But it's okay. I will free you from your sister.

The servant seemed to have put an excitant on the royal horse, and the runaway white horse turned brilliantly to his sister. For a moment, I was in a hurry because His Highness showed a bare gesture to shelter my sister, but in time, my horse's hoof swings down at my sister.

At that moment splashed red, I felt distracted for a moment.

Your sister fell on the spot as it was. Apparently he injured his forehead, and as he sees it, even his face, which was just white, goes blue. There's no such thing as medical knowledge. Even when I saw it, it was such a rapid change as to scare me.

Oh, wait. I don't want to go this far.

I was only hoping that my sister would get hurt, hurt to such an extent that I couldn't get out of public, and that my engagement would be dissolved. I don't think I want to take my life.

"... sister?

Distracted by the servants who rushed, I called my sister's name pompous. My sister, who is embraced by her disturbed Highness, is neat and doesn't answer the call.

"Leila, Leila!!

Seeing His Highness screaming as far as his power was concerned as his voice was about to wither away, he realized, well, I was wrong.

Your Royal Highness is sure to favor your sister. Maybe your sister, too, is attracted to Her Royal Highness, so she was making a eulogy today.

- Maybe I'm the one who needs to be kicked by a horse.

It's too late to regret it now.

For the first time at this time, I realized that I had done something irrevocable.