The Escape of Layla

It was still Monica who showed up at the end of the slowly opened door. He's got a silver tray in one hand, so I guess he's here to clean up his tea set. Monica was headed straight to the table.

"Monica."

Calling softly, Monica turns this way with a small smile. But you were surprised by Mr. Leanhardt next to me, who dropped the tray on the floor. I can't help it. Reflecting that he wasn't caring enough, he rushes over to her.

"Sorry, you surprised me"

Bend gently to lift Monica's hand up. Monica was trying to compare me to Mr. Leanhardt and was looking for an explanation.

"Monica, I'll introduce you. This is my... lover's sorcerer. Metastatic magic, you came to see me.... you may not believe it."

Mages are generally nothing but legendary beings. The obvious upset spreads on Monica's expression. It wasn't a glance to deny me, it was a bare gesture that I hadn't exhausted the existence of a magician.

I was me, and although I had been there myself, I was perplexed to describe Mr. Lenhardt as my "lover". I couldn't find anything more worthy of my relationship with Mr. Leanhardt than I put off the proposal. Though I didn't make sure with my lover clearly in words, I couldn't possibly pass on that subtle relationship to a third party. Externally, I think I'd better explain it to my lover.

"Nice to meet you, Leila's little friend. I'm Lenhardt Lewayne."

Mr. Leanhardt magically took out a circle of anemone flowers all the time as he gave in gently to gaze at Monica. Monica's hazel eyes open wide.

"Hehe, are you surprised? I can't help it."

Mr. Leanhardt handed Monica the anemone flower and smiled to reassure her. I can see Monica's cheeks staining slightly red. The reaction was also scattered. It was just the way I came through, and I knew exactly how it felt. Fewer girls would not blush when a flower was offered to such a beautiful person.

"Mr. Leanhardt, this is my maid Monica, who has been escorting me for the past two weeks. She was the one who snuck me through the pendant that Mr. Leenhardt had confiscated."

"I can't thank you enough for that. So small, you're a fine actor in this escape play."

Mr. Leanhardt deepened his grin toward Monica.

"Thank you, for helping Leila"

Mr. Leenhardt thanked him with a very gentle voice. I know it's nothing to him, but Monica turned pathetically bright red, and I laughed inadvertently at that smiling look.

I never thought I'd have a peaceful time under these circumstances. It's been too long since I've spent without fear and I'm still unfamiliar with feeling at peace. In the capital of the illusion king, I had these days as every day.

After a glimpse of laughter, I stared into Monica's hazel eyes again. I need to reveal my plans for the future to a little friend who supported me.

"Monica, listen carefully. … I would like to ask Mr. Leenhardt to help me and I will now go to a Luwayne monastery"

If you tell Monica to put your hand on her little shoulder and tell her to say it, the look on Monica's face that was blushing brings a serious flavor.

What will happen to Monica after I enter the monastery? She seemed like she couldn't get out of this building either, but would she ever suspect that she let me go? I really care.

"... Monica, are you okay? I'm afraid I'll leave you here to punish Your Highness."

It's unacceptable to take a royal maid out on her own, except if her life is in danger. Even though I was guilty, I wanted to make sure Monica was safe.

But Monica took my hand when she grinned and began to sneer her palms with her fingers. I'm sure he was writing me letters, but I couldn't get used to the tickling sensation and finally read them after having them written several times.

"Monica, it's just a mess."

"... Promise?

Monica snorted, restarting her finger movements.

"Monica Mother Denkauba"

Nanny, she seemed perplexed for a while to recall the meaning, but Monica wrote up such a line of words. This is a surprising fact.

"... did Monica's mother serve as Her Royal Highness's nanny? So Monica has a brother or sister close to his age."

Sure, Your Highness's nanny should have died years ago. I have heard stories of gentlemen who had no face-to-face knowledge, but who supported the young lord.

"I had a sister, but I did."

Monica didn't change one expression and wrote that down pale. I've heard bad things.

"... Was that right, that was a lame question"

Monica hangs and shakes her head to the side. He kept snooping at my palm.

"Mother Denka Yakuza Monica, nice to meet you"

Monica looked up at this one as she peered at my expression. I guess I was anxious to know if it was passed on. I recall the words written with my fingers and check with Monica.

"Monica's mother asked Her Royal Highness about Monica, didn't she? to treat Monica with care."

Monica nodded and showed again and again whether she was happy with what she had conveyed. Habitual redhead shakes. Was Monica's mother a beautiful redhead like her, too?

"Denka, Leila, I messed with you, but Denka, I messed with you."

"... right, because Your Highness has never broken a promise. I know that very well, too."

As a fiancé, he never broke a promise. When I met him once a month, I never lagged behind my promised time. I asked you to meet the deadline for this deal. The very means of incarceration is unjust, but there is certainly honesty in keeping promises, and I wonder if that imbalance is a testament to my thoughts, just a little, chest ache.

I rush away the slightest sentiment that has sprung on my chest and the guilt as if it were a symbol of the sweetness of my heart. Anyway, Your Highness is the one who keeps his word. The discipline should undoubtedly be called His Highness's strength, and I still haven't forgotten it.

"So Monica, let's go, Leila."

Monica was staring at me with a serious look. She's right, I'm sure Her Highness won't break her promise to the nanny, Monica's mother. At least, I'm not supposed to imitate Monica punishing her without any evidence that she let me go. Even now that he had abused me, only that slight trust remained.

"Monica, do you want to be here?

"Monica, I love you here."

You wrote some words and got confused, Monica was putting her hands on her mouth and thinking about it. Somehow the meaning was conveyed, so I gently stroke Monica's redhead.

"I passed it on. Monica's friend, you're here. Are you all servants?

Monica nodded many times and squeezed my hand. That adorable grin soothes my heart. I miss you, but it looks like Monica and I are saying goodbye here.

"If that's the case, I'm just a little relieved"

At the same time as I tell you that, I softly hug Monica's little body as it is.

"... thanks to your presence, I have been able to stay unbroken for the past two weeks. I can't thank Monica enough."

How healing Monica's presence was. If Monica hadn't been here, I might have given up everything at some point in time.

As I kept hugging Monica with that gratitude, eventually Monica turned her hand around my back too. It was an inexorable trick to begin with, but gradually its power becomes stronger.

Eventually, when Monica let go of her body from me, she took my right hand and began to look at my palms with her fingers. I wonder if you're writing letters with your fingers again, paying attention to each and every move of it.

"Please."

Really, Monica is a smart kid. I don't think I could write the letters until a while ago. I nodded heavily, weeping unexpectedly at her growth.

"Thank you, Monica. Monica, too, don't try too hard. Now that you can almost write the letters, you should be able to use them as soon as you learn how to spell the words."

Monica hung up somewhere happy and nodded at me again. I'm glad it worked for her, though I wasn't taught for a long time. If you can read and write, you will have wider options for the future.

"Well, was Leila teaching this kid letters?"

"Yes, teaching is very awkward..."

When he was bad, Mr. Leenhardt felt like praising him for letting go, smiling and deluding him as much as possible as nothing. But Monica shook her head to the side and took my hand, drawing letters at her fingertips.

"Layla, I'm just having fun."

Monica's words were honestly delightful. This was the first time I had ever taught a person anything, but it's more than anything I'd be happy to do this. I caress Monica's redhead accidentally and laugh at Hazel's eyes.

"Thank you. When Monica told me that, I felt confident."

Having said that, I untie the half-upped hair Monica tied up for me in the morning and grab the coloured ribbon. Poor substitute with fine lace at the edge of a glossy, coloured fabric.

"... I'm sorry I used it, but could you please accept this to my oblivion"

As I put the ribbon over Monica's palm, she gave me a brighter look and nodded. It may be a little flashy for her to wear during her maid's business, so it's not practical, but when it comes to connecting me to Monica, it was this.

Monica hugged me again as she grabbed the ribbon looking important. Just one more time to respond to that, I hug Monica too.

"How are you, Monica"

With that word as a signal, we left. I think maybe I'll never touch this warmth again, and I can't wipe away the loneliness. But you won't reveal this night when you seem to be crying here. Smiling to delude the cleavage of goodbye, I rose to the occasion.

"... it's time to come, Mr. Leanhardt. It's safer to reach the monastery before nightfall."

If you even stand up with that said, Mr. Leanhardt will gently pull you closer by turning his hand to my waist.

"Leila wants to go to your sister, doesn't she?

"Yeah, can you please? She must be in a dungeon."

"... because it's not what Leila wants. I'm the one who said I'd do anything."

Keep saying, "Ready?," he looks up at Mr. Leenhardt, staring at me, nodding and showing only once.

"Yes, thank you"

"He's holding his hand."

"Yes, Mr. Leanhardt's hand. I won't let you go."

"As always, Leila says something cute."

At the end of the day, I looked over this room where I spent two weeks. My blood shed when I called for Mr. Leanhardt has already been cleaned up by Mr. Leanhardt's magic, so at first glance it's a room without any strangeness.

You will never come back here again. Speaking of good memories, at best it's about that calm time I taught Monica the letters, and all the obstruction and pain comes back when Her Highness strangles me. Minus the presence of the adorable Monica, it's a room I don't really want to recall if I can.

The writing I left for His Highness was illuminated by the light of the moon. It's in the middle of the table, so you won't miss it.

I wonder if His Highness will come to the monastery.

If I can, I want to untie this mistake. Regardless of the past two weeks, I'm inherently a calm and deposited lord, so I'm sure we can understand each other if we put our emotions into words and discuss them. At least that's what I believe.

Finally, again, I smile at Monica staring at this one and wave small. Monica also gave me another adorable grin and waved back at me.

"Goodbye, Monica"

In response to my words, Monica asked me to thank her politely. I feel the warmth as if you're dropping me off as if "you're not coming". And at the same time I saw Monica like that, I was swallowed up by Mr. Leanhardt's metastatic magic.