The Escape of Layla

"... only once did I point out to Lydia that Leila's education was not too rigorous. But Lydia wasn't convinced. Perhaps Leila didn't have the ear to hear that she could be a more perfect warrant."

I can't believe your father told your mother that he cared about me. I didn't know. I couldn't possibly have known.

"I didn't say anything more either. I just thought if Lydia wanted to do that, she could do that. Besides, educating is not a bad thing in itself. Even if it's a little harsh, if Lydia's desired education makes Leila a useful courtesan for the Duke's family, that's fine."

"... how much your father loves your mother."

I don't even know one of your father's and mother's taming stories, but I don't like watching a father like this, but I can tell. Your father has a deep love for your mother.

"Right. With Lydia, I don't need anything. That's how I got married."

Your father gently touched the little portrait and began to talk about it in the old days, pounding.

"... Lydia and I are romantic marriages. It would be a rare story in an aristocratic society. She is from the Count's family, so she was unquestionably blamed at the time for marrying the Duke of Ashbury. It was all rumours without roots or leaves, but Lydia got pretty heartbroken and stuck."

Um, a mother who's always been resolute?

Not very much, but I couldn't imagine. I know there's a weak spot for everyone, but I've never thought about how my mother would block it.

"That's why I thought that at dawn, when Lydia had been married to the Duke's house, she had to respect her. I've decided not to pinch my mouth on what she does, unless it's something like that. I wanted her to regain the confidence she had when we met."

Sure, I've never seen a scene where your father blames your mother for what she did. Your father was so tolerant of his mother that he could not believe that he had said a word to his education of me.

"Raising Leila up to be a fine lady seemed like Lydia's most important grief. That's all Lydia expected from Leila. I knew the harshness of my education to Leila, but I thought if Lydia would restore my confidence, that would be fine."

"... that my presence was not a priority for you over your mother."

"In short, you are. I love Lydia more than you or Rose. Of course, it doesn't mean you guys don't have any feelings, but when Lydia's out there, Lydia's the priority."

Your father looked up at me and told me pale.

"... I wanted to be Lydia's good husband. For that matter, I can't deny the verse that I thought I didn't have to be a good father to you."

To be clear, rejection means giving up. Eighteen years I wanted to be loved seemed terribly funny, and it kind of makes me laugh.

Even though it's not always good for your mother to swallow everything she says. When you're about to go the wrong way, isn't it love in the world to gently offer your hand next door to guide you in the right direction?

But I'm sure you understood that fully because it's about your father, and you still respected your mother's will. After finding out that as a parent to me and Rose I might be going in the wrong direction, I chose to follow the same path as my mother. As long as what your mother did was not to the detriment of the Duke's family, that would be fine.

I guess that's an indisputable form of love for your mother, and I'm not willing to deny it. Given the character of her mother, who thinks she's all right, I didn't feel compelled for her father to come to that idea either.

"... were you adoring Rose as a result of tailoring her to your mother too?

"That's right. Like I said, there's no difference between the affection I have for you and Rose."

The affection itself seemed terribly rare, but I'm sure there's no lie. So it was all up to your mother?

I can't believe the identity of 18 years of obsession was such a shame. The emptiness I've held since childhood seems ridiculous enough.

I'm sure your father would be happy to have a mother, even if the Duke's house were to be crushed. I don't know what your mother would think, but if you had a devoted father, I'm sure you wouldn't be heartbroken.

Really, all the men in this kingdom, including your father, are too extreme to like from time to time. Unexpectedly, I got a small sigh of relief.

"Well put, it's a long way to go, but when it comes to dependency, it's dependency...... I wonder if that's the blood..."

When your father gave the words a much ridiculous grin, he carefully stood where the portrait was based and opened his mouth.

"Looks like Lucas Lewayne, the royal ancestor, was on the big road. Do you inherit that temperament, surely there are many people in houses close to royalty and royalty who depend on their physical constitution. So will His Majesty the King. Even the owner of the Duke Ames family is.... From what I've heard, His Royal Highness Prince Wang doesn't seem to leak into that example."

Is this also some kind of blood curse? Such an imagination swells beyond knowing the existence of magic. Wouldn't it be miraculous to have developed so far in a country where all human beings in dependent constitutions rule? Unexpectedly, I thought about such irony.

"I guess what you guys did wrong is also because we raised them the wrong way in the end...... No, if it hadn't been for that accident, you might have served as Princess Wang nicely."

There is nothing more deeply pricked in my heart than the phrase "raised in the wrong way" from my real parents. It was heavier and sharper than any punishment, leaving me with indelible wounds.

But I have to take this. They said the words and did what they deserved. For the first time since I took this pain, I guess I can say I could face your father.

"... by now, I think it was a distortion that would be apparent somewhere. Because I'm a narrow-minded person, far from being 'perfect'. I'm so sorry that Rose and I are both unfaithful daughters."

"That's a masochistic thing to say."

"No, I'm just taking it as a fact. It would be a lie if I told you that I had no regrets, and my chest still hurts..."

I'll gently put my hand on my chest so I can read the words. It does still hurt now. But wonder and I felt much lighter than before I entered your father's study.

"... Still, I feel like I'm just a little cleared up. Finally, we can end our obsession with the Duke's house."

Staring into your father's flax eyes, I smiled and showed him.

"... the truth is, I've always wanted to be loved by your father and mother."

If I honestly revealed my emotions at the end of the day, your father turned away from me to lay down his gaze lightly.

"... sorry for being such a parent"

It was a gentle rejection. Even with the least amount of emotion, it's equal to being declared that you don't love me.

Even as I embraced that, I still felt sad for myself. Because no matter how many people I meet in the future and find out about love, the only people who give me love as a parent are my father and mother.

For the rest of my life, I don't get the love of my parents. Once that was confirmed, my heart was strangely more at ease than when I was lonely, but seeking love. There is no longer a reason to see the Duke's house.

"Hehe... even if I wasn't loved, I liked your father and your mother."

"Right.... I wish I didn't like it."

"If you really don't like it, you're going to be angry when your mother hears about it."

What would your mother do if she found out about this case? "As the Duke's Lady, I serve Your Highness in good faith," it seems to come to my attention as your mother. In a way, only your mother might have been someone who tried to be noble everywhere, even by pushing her emotions to death. I gently meditated my eyes and took a breath.

"... what is your mother doing now?

"I'm searching for you dead and crazy. Believe me, you're coming home and I don't seem to doubt it."

"... your mother will never forgive me"

"I guess so."

It was a very clear word, but I felt refreshed to reject it. For your mother, I guess I'm an incredibly unfaithful daughter. But even for me, your mother was an incredibly cold person as a mother.

I don't have enough fever to resent not being loved, but it's hard to snort honestly when people ask me if I can still affirm everything about my mother. This ditch, which I've been able to do for 18 years, probably won't be filled anymore. It was visible from what we discussed that it was a parallel line.

If you resent me, you can resent me. Even though all the culprits were Rose, I wasn't always right either. If your mother can keep the balance of mind by cursing me, I will accept the role of ungrateful daughter even after she disappears from the Duke's house.

I was sarcastic, but I feel strange. In the end, for the last 18 years, I guess I've only been the "perfect maid of honor" for my mother. Going forward, the role just changes a little bit. Although the tragedy has a stage to it, we felt it would suit us.

"... so, where have you been?

Even if he doesn't love you, he cares about where his daughter was. I smiled and told him honestly.

"It's the capital of the Fantasy King, Father."

"The capital of the king of illusions?

Your father's eyes stare at me with surprise. Your father couldn't have believed in the existence of Migawa. On the contrary, if anyone who knows the religion of this country, which worships the Leweyne clan, it is an expression that cannot be regarded as having been summoned to God.

"But from now on, we're going into a Leweyne monastery. I have something to do there."

Smiling as briskly as possible, your father took a small sigh and loosened his cheeks. A grin that can be taken chilly at any rate, but your father has a rich expression sometime today.

"... you look a lot happier than when you were at the Duke's house"

"Yeah. Go ahead, don't worry about me"

I'm sure you won't be able to afford to think about me or anything, being chased by a response about Rose. Your father will do his best to support your mother, too.

When I corrected my posture again in front of your father, I slowly thanked him for not picking the dress. Even in 18 years of my life, I was thrilled to get into five fingers. Finally, it was nice to show your father what a lady looked like.

"Then father, be in a good mood. I pray you will live happily ever after with your mother in a distant illusion."

A few seconds of silence flows between them. That's the last time, it's goodbye.

"It's a brilliant thank you.... Soon, you were so big."

That mixed voice of sorrow was probably my first and last word as a father. I feel a little sorry that I couldn't get a glimpse of that look because I kept thanking you. But for those of us with a thin connection that doesn't seem like a parent or a child, it could be the end point of a good fit.

Eventually he raised his face and after glancing at your father's face, it was now time to return his heel. If you jump into the ocean of books, your father's signs quickly turn away.

Goodbye, Father, Mother.

I bid you both farewell in my heart. That's it, I'm really done. I can't say enough that I don't feel guilty or sentimental, but now I'm glad I chose this path. As a result, I was able to know how Rose and your father felt.

I put my hand on the study door and stepped out into a limp hallway full of moonlight. Wait ahead, my sweetheart smiles at me with her purple blue eyes.

"You look refreshed."

"Yeah, I feel a lot lighter"

Let's go build up my love for this guy on the part where I got rid of my obsession. With such determination engraved in his heart, he took Mr. Leanhardt's hand and loosened his cheek.