The Escape of Layla

Back at the mansion, Mr. Leanhardt and I sat across the table. The room is full of the smell of tea Mr. Leanhardt has brewed for me, and I am still frightened that I should normally be happier than this. Mr. Leanhardt even bothered to prepare sugar in his tea, and now I'm very unwilling to drink it.

"I'm sorry about Haino. But he's a friend of mine... and he's a little presumptuous."

"I don't mind. Why don't you tell me more about Princess Amelia than that?"

I thought I had put it in some thorny way while I was at it, but now this was the best I could do. Seeing Mr. Leanhardt laugh lonely on the other side of the table, I squeeze my aligned hands on my lap.

"Leila... do you know about Lewayne's curse?

"... Yes, I've taught Mr. Charlotte before. I'm sorry that you kept quiet about what you know."

I can't look Mr. Leanhardt straight in the eye. Trying to lean down gently, I endured this unspeakable anxiety.

"... well, no, that's okay. I should have told you sooner. It's just that it's so much fun to have a peaceful time with Leila..."

Mr. Leenhardt smiled somewhere mocking when he accidentally spoke. It was a slightly burning grin in my eyes just to see all the tender expressions all the time.

"... Heino said Princess Amelia is the third princess of Altair, the kingdom that existed about two hundred years ago.... I guess it's easy to understand when it comes to the princess who entered a Leweyne monastery"

"... I didn't know your name, but I've heard of the princess who entered the monastery"

Mr. Leanhardt took the old rocket of the example out of his jacket pocket and opened it and then handed it to me. There's still that little portrait in there, and the princess, who looks a lot like me in the painting, is smiling.

"This is Princess Amelia.... Mine, I was a lover. It's been a very short time."

lover. I can see that the words, deep and painfully, determine my heart. I just get a bad feeling. Isn't it synonymous that the Lewayne clan gets a lover, finding a "destined man"?

"I also promised to marry you. But Amelia is the third princess of the kingdom Altair. You can't marry me, a direct descendant of Lewayne's, by and large. That's why we decided to meet up in a Leweyne monastery. Now I think it's pretty close to running off."

Will there be more difficult stories than being told about a lover in front of someone you like? I shake my hand shaking all the time. Still, I'm the one who said I wanted to hear it, so I need to get it right to the end.

"But in the end, we didn't get along"

Only for a moment, any light disappears from Mr. Leanhardt's eyes. It's supposed to be my favorite Mr. Leanhardt's eye, but I shook up unexpectedly.

"Amelia was... killed in a convent."

"Killed...?

"Yes, I feared the blood of the royal family would spread without darkness, in the hands of the king."

Mr. Leanhardt laughed somewhere mocking again, but his eyes showed too much profound loneliness. I guess that's all that was important about Princess Amelia. It's about him lovingly, my lover. That should have put so much love into drowning already.

That doesn't make me envious. I'm jealous and jealous, and I'm going to be full of ugly emotions.

"... so this is how Mr. Leahardt, who was not bound to Princess Amelia, the 'Destiny Man', is still alive today,"

Isn't this going to break Mr. Leanhardt's curse forever? In me, I still taste bitter emotions close to despair that I can't save him.

"That's not the right thing to do, and now I'm still living like this because I certainly wasn't tied to Amelia... but I should say that my 'Destiny Man' is Amelia and Leila"

"... what do you mean?

If it's a bad consolation, I don't want to hear it. Because of that strong feeling, I stare slightly at Mr. Leanhardt.

"Even if the 'Destiny Man' of the LeWayne clan is brought to life in this world, we don't necessarily find him while the 'Destiny Man' ends his life. Besides, not many people lose their lives without being bound like Amelia."

Mr. Leanhardt's purple blue eyes and eyes fit perfectly. Until some point earlier the stigma had disappeared, returning to the beautiful eyes that cut out the darkness.

"So... 'Destiny Man' is reborn again and again. One day, I'll be married to the Lewayne clan."

"Reborn...?

"Yes... if I've said this so far, Leila may already have noticed..."

I look ahead to the word, and my heart bounces.

Stop, I don't want to hear beyond that.

I'm afraid this love of happiness is going to end, I'm afraid.

"- You are Amelia's rebirth. Amelia and I have the same soul"

Even though it was at a calm pace, it was somehow deeper and sharper than when I was told to break my engagement, a word that would take my mind.

Secondly, I remember when I first met Mr. Leanhardt.

- Do I look noble even when I look like this?

- It's already more noble and beautiful than any other soul.

At that time, I was thinking about what a strange thing to say about souls, maybe reapers, and swallowing things, but yes, that's what happened in the end.

There's no way my soul isn't beautiful for Mr. Leanhardt. The same thing as Princess Amelia's soul that I never loved.

"Heh, heh..."

I thought you were happy.

Mr. Leenhardt thought he loved me as "Leila" with no title or anything.

Large tears streaming down my cheeks. Yet I couldn't stop laughing at my mouth.

"You were... all the kindness, the love, everything... because I am the rebirth of Princess Amelia..."

"Eh, Layla! That's not true, it could have been a bad word, but..."

"- What's the difference? I... am just a part of the repetition of the soul of your 'Destiny Man'. If I die, can we just wait for the next one? Isn't there nowhere for Mr. Leanhardt, such as why I have to be me!

Unexpectedly, I get up from my chair and my voice is roughed up like I'm going to strangle Mr. Leanhardt. Mr. Leanhardt's purple blue eyes were open, with colors floating close to despair.

"Leila, that's different, no..."

"So what gave you the white lily that time you proposed to me? I'm sure it's because Princess Amelia liked white lilies, right? Doesn't the number of tea sugars you prepared for me for the first time, and the fact that you looked at me with your eyes that you missed so badly when you served apple pie, all, remind me of Princess Amelia? In the end, that would be more than anything else that Mr. Leanhardt sees me only as Princess Amelia's rebirth."

"Layla!

Mr. Leanhardt gets up from his chair and grabs my shoulder crying out. It was a more violent trick than usual, but for that matter, his desperation was seeping out. But seeing Mr. Leanhardt like that overflows the word from next to next.

"You also cared so much about me when I fell... in the end, if my body, which is Princess Amelia's soul stuff, breaks, it's just because you have to wait for the next one again"

"I'm not kidding... you don't believe me that much, Leila. That all the time I spent with you was a lie, that it was all just a look at your soul and the action I took... you seriously think?

Mr. Leanhardt's fingers hurt like they were going to eat into his shoulder. I learn to instinctively fear being held back by such a strong force. This is the first time I've ever felt scared of Mr. Leanhardt.

Eventually, Mr. Leenhardt looked down at me with his blindfolded eyes as he grinned at himself somewhere. My shoulders jump unexpectedly.

"Well, I wonder if I put up too much with it on my back... I should have told you in action that I loved you more."

Suddenly I wondered if Mr. Lienhardt's hand had accompanied my jaw, and he turned straight up and was blocked in the mouth with a kiss. For the first time in my life, I feel heat on my cheeks even under these circumstances, but at the same time I pass on tears.

The mouthpiece I admired so much about Mr. Leanhardt was not that I wanted to welcome him in this way. To block my deepening mouth, I am forced to leave Mr. Leanhardt and let go of my body to thrust him away.

"Huh..."

I can't stop crying. My vision gets messed up. If you noticed, I was running out of front of Mr. Leanhardt.

Open the door of your mansion and keep running selflessly without even checking if the door is closed. I could see the tears flowing sideways. I couldn't breathe well because I was crying, but running made me unnecessarily breathless, but that didn't even matter.

The outside world was dyed in the sunset at some point, and I could see the people of the city on my way home looking back at me running through it.

I don't even know where I'm running to. I just wanted to go somewhere without people's eyes anyway. It was painful to keep running at all costs, but I couldn't stop and I kept running.

Running long enough, I walked through a small woodlike place, and I went into the ground. There is a mixture of the taste of blood in the exhalation. I accidentally held my chest down and coughed heavily. My legs aren't going to move anymore.

I'm a big idiot.

Holding hands on the ground, choosing dirt. I had a slight feeling that my nails would peel off, but the pain running at my fingertips made my consciousness clear. Seeing how the red mixes in the dirt carefully, I begin to regain some calm.

... I wonder what I was going to do by telling Mr. Leanhardt that it was so bad.

I was reminded of Mr. Leanhardt's sad eyes close to despair, which made me cry even more zero.

I know. Even if I were only a part of Princess Amelia's soul repetition for him, I would still love him so much that I couldn't give up.

It was just sad. That his kindness, which fascinated me, meant that love, warmth, might not really be directed at me. That's what I couldn't help but regret, and I envy Princess Amelia, and that's how I hit Mr. Leanhardt with the black emotions I recruited.

If you still love him so much that you can't leave Mr. Leanhardt after finding out that Mr. Leanhardt may just be looking at the soul of Princess Amelia, not me, you shouldn't have said it. Words so terrible. Cruel words, like denying all the love he gave me.

I just selfishly hurt Mr. Leanhardt.

When I thought of it, the tears filled me with large grains again. Tears disappear into the bloody soil.

"Eh... sorry"

With a trembling voice, I shrugged alone.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Leanhardt..."

Raise your voice, I cried. The sky I looked up to is dyeing blue, and that really reminds me of Mr. Leanhardt's eyes, so I get extra tears.

"Sorry, don't..."

Is love such a painful thing?

For the first time this day I learned something called the bitterness of love.