The Escape of Layla

"Oh, did that happen... I wanted to see Leila's act."

When the date changed, as promised today, Mr. Leanhardt showed up on the balcony of the monastery. Always, after checking to see if there's anything strange, blossom into a story that has no other love for about half an hour.

Even tonight, I was just telling Mr. Leanhardt what happened during the day. Mr. Leanhardt always listens to me with a merciful look on his face.

"I can't show it to Mr. Leanhardt. Helena laughed at me too..."

"Grete is going to be happy. Speaking of which, I've been wanting to see Leila today..."

"Hehe, I want to see you soon, too. Of course, to Mr. Charlotte."

Mr Charlotte has been told about this disturbance by Mr Lienhardt. All of a sudden I missed my appearance, which would have caused me considerable concern. We must apologize properly when we meet again.

Two, when Mr. Leanhardt took my hand, he dropped his gaze in my hand with his eyes like he saw something painful. My hands are getting a little rough from cleaning and dishwashing these days. It's a different amount of work than when I was doing chores in the Fantasy King's Capital, so I can't help it.

"Sounds painful, should we cure it?

"No, if it was suddenly healing, you'd all wonder, and it wouldn't hurt much. Thank you for your concern."

Even if I say my hands are rough, my fingertips just give me a little bit, or I just say I feel dry. Mr. Helena's hand had finer scratches. I can't mourn this much.

"Well, I'll fix you up nicely in two days"

Mr. Leanhardt grinned softly as he tried to wrap my hand around it. The warmth of that hand makes my heart feel at ease.

"What does Leila want to do when she returns to the capital of Fantasy King?

"Right...... I would also like to go to the flower garden or shop, but first I would like to have a slow cup of tea with Mr. Leanhardt"

For the first time in a long time, I wanted a cup of tea that Mr. Leanhardt brewed for me. I've also tried the practice of brewing myself in a monastery, but it's still no match for that flavor. Although Helena was delighted with the tea I made.

"Sure, Leila needs a break first. I'll be ready."

That's what Mr. Leenhardt says, but he softly ears my hair in the wind. Really, the hand he touches me is always kind. I could always realise that he was turning his deep love to me.

I want to respond to that thought quickly, too. I looked up at him as he cheeked into Mr. Leanhardt's hand, which touched my ear. Mr. Leenhardt looking down at me with the silver Three Sundays Moon on his back, however created an atmosphere of magician, I fall in love with him unexpectedly.

"... when you look at me like that, don't want to keep taking me away"

Mr. Leanhardt's hand strokes my cheek. My heart was hitting the early bell, even as I loosened my cheeks to that comfort. Sweet, too sweet time. It's been three months since I met Mr. Leanhardt, but I haven't gotten used to this sweetness.

"I, too, can't wait to return to Mr. Leanhardt's mansion"

From either side as it was, we hugged each other. How can Mr. Leanhardt be so relieved of his scent and warmth? I want to do this forever. I was in love with Mr. Leanhardt so much that such a simple word came to mind.

A little cold night breeze deludes me so sweet that I'm likely to get drunk.

No, I can't. I'm really not going to want to leave with you any more. The thought was the same for Mr. Leanhardt, whose gaze became tangled weakened each other's arms.

"Shall I keep this for today? Leila's early tomorrow."

"... Yep. Thank you for staying with us late tonight."

Mr. Leenhardt smiled so gently as he stroked my hair somewhere unfortunately. I see the obvious loneliness seeping into that look, and the back of my chest tightens up all the time. About that time, I was kind of embarrassed to feel that my presence was what he wanted me to be.

Quickly, I want to reassure you of this gentle sorcerer.

Seeing the lonely look of a loved one is still something that doesn't hang up. I want him to laugh calmly at all times. If you were to say you needed me for that, I felt like I could do anything.

"Good night, Layla. Sweet dreams."

"Yeah, good night, Mr. Leanhardt"

As soon as Mr. Leanhardt spoke softly to my fingertips, he let go of his hand and activated the metastatic magic. In an instant, his appearance disappears from sight. Was it a remnant of metastatic magic, or a slight light of blue, gold, or silver that resembled the stone of the pendant? Its scenery against the backdrop of the floating night sky of the three moons is so beautiful that it burns in the eyes.

Gently grasp the fingertips Mr. Leanhardt has mouthed and follow the rest of his fever. I only took one deep breath to sink my uncut, and I went back inside the monastery.

The monastery at midnight is naturally quiet. For once, there was time for the lights to go out, but I was basically free inside the monastery. Enthusiastic nuns sometimes offer prayers in the chapel, and some stay up late on culinary purchasing duty the next day. If you think so, some nuns spent some leisurely time sipping tea or reading.

If we do our worship and our daily work properly, this isn't such a tough place. If it's a common sense range of behavior, nobody blames it.

They also seemed to think that my leaving the room in the middle of the night was part of that kind of free movement. Only once did Helena ask me what I was doing in the middle of the night, but I was deluded that I was looking at the starry sky because I couldn't say, "We're going to see the sorcerer we worship". Ms. Helena seemed convinced by that, "Don't fall asleep," she still put in words like advice to her sister.

When you get off the balcony, you leave for the main chapel where you perform your morning, noon and evening prayers. The colorful stained glass is clear in the moonlight and very beautiful. If you try to follow the colored shadows and jump to the center of the hall, you can look up at the great Lewayne family crest. I remember it in detail, just because I've had a hard time embroidering it. It still shouldn't seem like a sacred thing when I see it in the chapel like this.

It's strange, even though it's the family crest of Mr. Leanhardt's house we were holding each other earlier.

When we worship, the Lewaynes feel very far and sacred, but all the people of the actual capital of the illusion are just casual and warm people. I'm trying to finish my fifth night unfamiliar with such a different image of eating.

That's when, uh, I felt a footstep in the hallway by the hall, and I casually looked over at you.

This monastery is quite large among the kingdoms, so there are several chapels by purpose. What we use is basically this main chapel, but to the left and right of this chapel are two small rooms commonly known as the "Ice Chapel" and the "Flower Chapel". Now I heard footsteps in the ice chapel.

For the footsteps sounded by the soft leather shoes worn by the nuns, there was a slight discomfort with the sound, which made a slightly stiff impression. The monastery is open to the open at night, but it is rare for outsiders to visit it at midnight, unless it is a festival or a special period of religion. I had a strange feeling because Helena told me that most people were injured if they were to come. As Helena said, if you're an injured person, it's tough.

I'm sorry if it's just that the faithful are here to pray, but if the injured are here for help, we can't just overlook them like this. Going to see how it went lightly, I headed to the ice chapel.

Ride through the shadows tinted with stained glass and rely on the moonlight to reach the front of the ice chapel. From a slightly open gap in the metal door, I watched softly inside.

The Ice Chapel, as its name implies, was a shiny, one-of-a-kind chapel with floors, walls and ceilings as if they were made of ice. The bright white floor is like snow and reminds me of the clear air of winter. This room, somewhere fantastic, was my favorite. It is mostly used as a place for individuals and families to pray, for the size of less than half of the main chapel.

Such a midnight guest stood alone in a chapel that even felt icy cold. It is illuminated by the moonlight that plunges through a large window near the ceiling and looks up at the central Lewayne family crest.

But I took a breath when I saw the silver hair that was brilliant the moment the person moved slightly. Unexpectedly, try to put your back on the door and hide yourself from them.

"Huh..."

For a moment, it turned bright white in front of me. That's about the shock. I accidentally put my hand on my chest so as to manage to stifle a pulse that accelerated suddenly to its limit.

Why, Your Highness, here.

Blurring, he managed to grasp the situation while listening to the sounds of his heart echoing behind his ears. The day I left the promise in the write-down should be two days from now. It was an action I took to face sincerely, but my mind is not ready as if it were a sudden visit like this.

I can't believe you were here earlier than the day you promised, although it was dangerous for you to come. Besides, at midnight like this, the dates change.

Unexpectedly, I grabbed the pendant I had snuck in my clothes all the time. An unexpected situation, but I was fortunate to have worn a proper pendant, as Mr Lenhardt told me.

He's a busy lord, so maybe he only got time tonight. I had no choice but not to see him, who took me so far on purpose, than to see His Highness. Repeat several deep breaths to try to calm your upset mind.

But at that moment, the two tall figures appeared in sight and stuffed all at once. I almost raised my voice unintentionally, but I was stuffed and held my mouth in the hands of one of us who came, and that ends without fulfillment.

When they came to pack it, I finally figured it out by the moonlight, but apparently these two are His Highness's escort knights. The knights who put their swords to me before. Fear comes back then and I look up at them with frightening eyes.

"Excuse me, Miss Ashbury. Because I have trouble making noise.... If you didn't think I'd be in your room, you'd be here. Just fine. His Royal Highness Prince Wang is waiting for you in the chapel."

In a whispering voice, the young man of the knight told. Soon they even grasped the convent room. Even though I wondered if he was also a royal insider, I nodded and showed no noise.

Apparently, I was relieved that you weren't willing to capture me this time. No, maybe that's a quick decision too, but this time some rings tell Mr. Leanhardt where I am. Even if they take him away, Mr. Leanhardt will soon notice. I don't need to worry about anything like this during this.

As originally planned, I am only concerned that Mr. Lienhardt will not be around, but I have no choice at this time. At the same time as the knight's hand was released from his mouth, he took another deep breath to prepare his breath.

"... ok. I'm coming now."

Look up at the knight and answer that with the utmost fortitude. He then touched the cold metal door, which remained slightly open, and stepped into the ice chapel.

I'm wearing soft leather shoes, so my footsteps don't sound very good. His Royal Highness, however, seemed to notice by the signs, and slowly looked back at this one. At the same time a metal noise sounds as the door closes behind it.

His Highness carried the light of the moon on his back and smiled at the end of the line to show it. I couldn't see those pale eyes clearly with the backlight, but the intuition that my gaze fits makes my shoulders tremble frighteningly.

No, we have to be strong. I decided to face this one.

In response to His Highness's smile, I also smiled like a lady and slowly thanked her by picking the hem of her white monastic clothes. I squeeze my hand so hard I can delude my fingertips from trembling.

If I gently restored my lay gaze to His Highness, the two gazes met. Unexpectedly take a breath and decide to be ready.

This is the last task I should accomplish in this kingdom. With His Highness - no, with Lewis, we have to face it properly. Because if we don't do this, neither I nor he can move forward.