The Escape of Layla

"Um... let me just talk to Rose one last time"

"You like it too."

I leave His Highness and kneel again beside Rose. Rose was shaking pathetically. No, I know I'm not the one to pity. They are deceiving the royal family and putting the Duke's house in danger. I know it's the right thing to do to treat you harshly, but I really didn't feel like hunting down the weak Rose any more because of my sweetness as a human being.

That proud Rose is doing this. I can also say that this situation is already a kind of punishment.

Besides, I just want to believe that Rose could only think shallow, and that the roots are good kids. If they say it's sweetness as a sister, it's not until then.

"Rose... I wonder if you were listening to me now. I can feed you some more decent food from today. Be careful, be careful."

"Sister... me, me..."

I smile as gently as I can at Rose, who stares at me with a glaring eye.

"It's okay... I'll figure it out"

"Sister, I, I really, really want to say..."

"What could it be?

At that moment, inadvertently Rose whispered with a voice that drew toward her and mocked her as she grabbed the dress on my chest.

"- It was on my instructions to ram the horse that day, sister."

That was such a clear voice that I didn't think it belonged to Rose, who was trembling earlier. The understanding doesn't follow Rose's words, and it solidifies as it is.

That day, that day? What are you talking about?

Unexpectedly, he stares at Rose so that he is taken aback. But when I looked at the naughty, shiny, empty eyes, I could see the blood pulling away.

... Are you referring to the day I was kicked by a horse and injured in the forehead? That's a royal white horse, but how could Rose...

"... hehe, I wanted to see that face. Even your sister, who is a good person, will be surprised that way."

I didn't know. I can't believe Rose hated me that much.

I can't believe they hated me as much as they wanted to kill me.

"How...?

I wanted you to tell me that I was asked by the princess of the king, or that someone threatened me. I don't want to believe Rose tried to kill me.

"If your sister gets hurt, I thought your engagement would be blank."

No way, with that?

For a moment, my head turns bright white. That was too short-circuited and simple a motive.

Did I get into such an accident just to fulfill my desire to hurt me but no, to stand next to His Highness?

... Oh, you look like an idiot. So what was the bloody seeping effort that has been repeated since childhood?

What was that morning when you were asked to be the perfect courtesan from the moment you woke up? What's the day when I'm caged in until I can give you the perfect answer to the reluctantly tough tutors? What was that evening when I repeated my dance lessons until I broke my sturdy shoe heel and saw red meat on my heels? What night couldn't you let me sleep until I had a proper understanding of the contents, pushed by advanced specialties that were not appropriate for my age?

Rose was sweet to her mother when she woke up, she was free to do whatever she wanted during the day, she had a small tea party with her mother at dusk, and she sat between her father and mother at night to read the magazine. You had everything I wanted.

To the truth, which is so stupid, there were no tears. Instead, my hands are shaking in small pieces. I couldn't regret how easily my shallow sister smashed me into such a desperate pile of endeavors than the fact that I was now pursued by His Highness's fiancée.

I stare at Rose's empty eyes in front of me. I'm sure this kid doesn't understand. I can't believe how much sacrifice was being made to my efforts to attribute it to blisters because of my deeds.

If it's true, I want to slap him on the cheek. In fact, where I moved it to execution, there is no one here to stop it.

Does that make my chest feel any better? Will Rose finally be satisfied if she sees me like that?

... I regret it, really, I can't help but regret it.

I made sure I could hold my own hand and managed to contain the tremor.

But if I get emotional here, my upbringing as the Duke's Lady that I've been piling up will surely be in vain in the real sense. Even the pride of the only shard left on me that escapes disappears as much as the foam.

If this happens, it's already mean. Only in front of Rose, let him behave as the perfect warrant, even if he dies. It was a determination, not as a sister, but as one person denigrated by Rose.

In an instant, I thought about what I deserved as a Duke's Lady. Still so angry that your intestines boil back, put your hands on both shoulders of Rose. Her shoulders were chilled out, slightly exposed from a crude piece.

"Heh heh, the boulder sister is furious with this too -"

- Rose, you can never tell His Highness about this.

"Huh?"

Contrary to me, who told him in a whisper, Rose stared at me with a decent eye.

Your Highness is showing me obsession. I don't think you care about me again, but still, as far as your highness's attitude up to now is concerned, if you find out that accident between your highness and my engagement back on blank was caused by Rose, Rose won't just be done. Even the deal you held on to me might go away and kill Rose on the spot.

In that case, there will be no means to save the Duke's house in crisis. If Rose was alive, at least she was the Crown Princess on the paperwork alone, I would have stomped that the Duke's house would not have been destroyed, at least during your father's time. So at all costs, Rose must be kept alive.

Besides, this matter should have been rounded up as an accident where the royal family took responsibility and dismissed the job, and the royal family paid for my treatment. It's not pitiful to think of you, but if you don't say something extra, there won't be a re-investigation.

"Look, it's just me and Rose's secret."

"... how..."

Second, Rose stares at me with a sharp eye. I accidentally took a breath in front of Rose's fierce emotions I saw for the first time.

"... how can your sister forgive you so easily... eh. Don't you regret it!? I'm sorry, let me cry that I hate you!

I could barely grasp the rose that jumped at me, and I was shoved down to the floor. Rose's empty eyes, looking up, were stained with hatred so strong that she was frightened for a moment that she could never imagine, such as her earlier weak appearance.

"... I regret it, really. As much as I don't want to think of you as my sister."

Only for a moment, he shoots through Rose with a strong gaze to stare at. That look on my face was unexpected, or slightly Rose shook her shoulder frightened.

"But I don't hate you.... Wonder, I've been happy since I ran away. Much, much more than when I was at the Duke's house."

I can't forgive you for Rose at the bottom of my heart. But for one thing, I'm sure Rose has something to thank for.

Because Rose caused that accident, and I was able to visit my beloved.

... Mr. Leanhardt, I knew I was happy because I could see you.

Though the words could not be spoken, I naturally loosened my cheeks when I thought of Mr. Leanhardt. Rose looks down at me with such eyes that she can't even believe me.

"Oh Layla!!

His Royal Highness rushed over, trying to poke Rose away from me. His Highness woke up my upper body and held me, staring at Rose.

"Eh... Rose, Leila would be my real sister. Why hate so much...?

"Oh, I hate you, such a woman.... I don't want to think of you as my sister!

"Cheng Cheng, do you want to be killed so much..."

Seeing His Highness reach for the sword almost impulsively, I accidentally stopped it by clamping it against His Highness's arms.

"Ew, Lewis!

You returned to me in my voice, His Highness's pale eyes staring at me.

"Kill Rose here and I won't get it for the rest of my life."

"... Leila's surprised, too."

"Heh heh, I've been wearing cats. If you don't like it, please let me out of here."

"No, I'm not gonna let any Leila get away with this."

Absolutely, His Highness cannot be the only one to know the truth about that accident. Even if I can't, I have to get off topic.

His Highness's pale eyes and my eyes just bumped into each other when they didn't give way to each other.

An unprecedented two disturbing weeks begin. With such a hunch, I walked out so that His Highness would draw my arm.