The Escape of Layla

Warm sunshine plunges in through the large windows. On a bed placed by the window, I was blurring up at the clouds flowing through the window. The blue in the sky, it's so beautiful.

It's early, and it's been about two weeks since I got out of the monastery. There was also a considerable reduction in pain. The wound is also magically blocked, so there is nothing abnormal on the surface anymore, but there was a lot of bleeding for several minutes, so it depends on how rested you are.

Mr. Leenhardt said the side wounds seemed pretty deep, but the chest wounds weren't as serious as they looked. I was wondering because I didn't see how His Highness was doing, but I was convinced when I saw the pendant I was lowering from my neck that day.

It had a big scratch on the ring I put through the leather string. He probably took the blade tip of the knife. He seemed to take quite a shock because he seemed so hurt that it wasn't strange to crack.

I was still protected by Mr. Leanhardt. I thought of that as I grabbed the hurt ring.

Failure to protect me made his expression slightly lighter when I told Mr. Lenhardt about this ring, who looked depressed somewhere. "You weren't in vain," Mr. Leanhardt stroked his wounded ring and told me that he would repair it afterwards.

I look up at the sky spreading out the window again with my hands on my wounded chest. The sky today had a color that reminded me of Rose's eyes, even though I didn't like it.

Rocking the sleeves of a relaxed piece and gently aligning the delicate embroidered shoulder straps in front, I squeeze a glimpse of the official gazette.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Princess passed away". I didn't say shock when I saw that headline. It's supposed to be something I was prepared for, but I still can't hide the confusion when I can poke at reality. One day, as His Royal Highness said, postpartum fatigue was publicly poor, which meant death for both mother and child.

I can only believe these superficial stories anymore. Because there's no way to make sure Rose is really dead or actually still alive in the dungeon. It might be as easy for you to find out as it is if you ask Mr. Leanhardt, but you better avoid me engaging with them, having set Rose and the Duke apart. I should take this reality as it is.

Mr. Haino seemed to occasionally go down to the king's capital of Altair, the kingdom, to examine the rumors surrounding me. Apparently, my death was also an already well-known fact among the people of the city, and it was the cause of death that had not been revealed, but my story of being a nun so that I could be chased the seat of Prince Wang's fiancée, and losing my life, spread with my footprints as a tragedy. Few people should grieve for my death in the kingdom, but my chest hurts so bad to think of Monica and Jessica's heart, who served me for years.

They have some sympathetic voice in the House of the Duke of Ashbury who lost me and Rose. Though that would also be within the present. With Rose and my death monopolizing topics all over the kingdom, if the disposition of the Duke of Ashbury's house became public, people would appear to wonder if there might be anything. Perhaps the disposition of the House of the Duke of Ashbury takes the form of a reservation until most of it cools down.

Concon, and a regular knocking sound sounded, and I immediately said, "Go ahead," and it was Mr. Leenhardt who emerged from the end of the door. Whether he was going to show his face to the Sorcery Division or wrapped in a blue coat, he was creating an atmosphere that looked like a division leader.

"Morning, Leila"

"Good morning, Mr. Leanhardt"

Mr. Leanhardt has been beside me for the past two weeks as long as time permits. As far as the first three days, there was always Mr. Leanhardt by my side while I was awake.

Two weeks have passed and I think my complexion has mostly improved thanks to the nutritious meal that Mr. Charlotte prepared for me. Seeing that, Mr. Leanhardt was also somewhat relieved that he was reluctant to go out when he had business.

"... Also, were you reading that?

Mr. Leenhardt sees the news of Rose's death in my hand and darkens his expression. He was trying to lighten my feelings by telling me over and over again, "It's not Leila's fault," he said.

Neither am I going to assume Rose's death is my fault. I just let go of the means to save her life, because I'm sure Rose is guilty of doing what she does to get executed.

"I'm sorry...... you can't be unreconciled"

I smiled vaguely as I turned the paper upside down. I just swore I didn't want Mr. Leanhardt to have a dark look on his face, but that doesn't make it possible either for my heart not to recover. I need to get better early.

"Don't worry, I have no regrets.... Is Mr. Leanhardt going out now?

Mr. Leenhardt laughed a little troubled if he changed the subject and smiled as brightly as possible. I guess it's been conveyed that you care about me. Emotions are troublesome because you can't hide them with words.

"Right. I'll be back after lunch.... Gabriella said she wanted to see Leila, is it okay if I bring her in?

"Mr. Gabriella? I'm so glad about that. I'd love to see you, too."

Mr. Gabriella and I have not met since the day I disappeared from the capital of the Fantasy King. In time, it's only about a month, but I feel like I haven't seen her in about six months because I've had too much of an intense month.

"Leila, you'd better be laughing like that. Should we all have tea in the garden if we seem to be feeling better? I'll talk to Charlotte."

"Well! Sounds like fun. Thank you, Mr. Leanhardt."

When I returned to the capital of the illusion, I had tea with Mr. Leanhardt before I went to sleep or a little while, but half of it was like my nursing, not the atmosphere of a tea party. The weather is nice today, and we'll all feel good when we get together in the garden.

Mr. Leanhardt smiled all the time, wondering if he looked at me with a merciful look. I feel my heart warm when they see that look I like.

It's okay, if I stay here, I'll be right forward.

I have a dear Mr. Leenhardt, and I have dear friends, Charlotte and Gabriella. I'm not alone anymore.

It was about a week after I returned to Mr. Leanhardt's mansion that I recovered enough to walk around alone thanks to Mr. Leanhardt's magic and Mr. Charlotte's medicine, and I was walking lightly in the mansion with Mr. Leanhardt. Mr. Leenhardt escorted me all day long, for me, who could hardly sleep at night.

I felt reassured once again that inside the mansion lit by orange lighting, you had returned feeling how a symbol of warmth and happiness. I like this mansion as gentle as it is stained with the scent of tea.

"I'm thinking about changing the furniture."

Mr. Leanhardt revealed that to me as he touched the antique cabinet.

"Leila's going to be living in this mansion, too, and I want to suit your taste."

Mr. Leanhardt smiled softly and looked down at me. I also gently loosen my cheeks, staring into the gentle purple blue eyes again.

"I'm not particularly committed, so please don't worry. Besides, I really like the flavor of this mansion condiment, which is not new."

I really liked the slightly deeper shades and the slight fading of the hardware because I felt familiar with this gentle mansion. But Mr. Leanhardt wandered his gaze like he was just a little troubled and groaned pompously.

"... but it's got white lilies in it. Because of me, it won't be a good memory for Leila."

Does that look somewhere bitter remind me of a time when I was about to be seen overlaid with Princess Amelia? He finds out that he is still suffering from guilt and accidentally touches Mr. Leanhardt's hand.

"That's not true, I like white lilies too... and most importantly, I love Princess Amelia"

"... you, Amelia? Did you read it in some kind of literature?

I'm also confused by Mr. Leanhardt's surprised look.

... How could I have told you about me, Princess Amelia, with such a bare gesture?

The only thing you should know about Princess Amelia is the figure in the rocket and the extent to which you asked Mr. Leanhardt. You're not supposed to know about character and personality, but somehow I'm very fond of her. For once, as a lover, he's the one who must have been jealous and envious of her for getting Mr. Leenhardt's love, but it's also strange.

However, when I think of Princess Amelia, I think of the warm white light and the scent of white lilies. That was too clear a sight for me to think of by chance, making me feel like I was stuck in a fox.

"... well, I don't know, but I like Princess Amelia. So don't force yourself to change the furniture. Unless Mr. Leanhardt says it's hard."

"No, I'm fine. If you want Layla, so be it."

Mr. Leanhardt smiled somewhere weak and took his hand off the cabinet. I accidentally opened my mouth to that seemingly complicated side.

"It's a good telling that Mr. Leanhardt loves me. What really, painfully conveys"

"I'm really glad about that.... but tell me if it's heavy. I don't know if I can improve it, but I'll be careful."

Mr. Leenhardt zeroes those words in bitter laughter. His love, so colorful that I weep every time I lose consciousness, may indeed fall into the heavy category from the side, but I never felt uncomfortable.

"That's my dialogue, Mr. Leanhardt. Please be aware that apparently houses close to royalty, like my parents', are often born with obsessive temperaments"

Remembering the superstitious story your father whimpered casually, he jokes and laughs at Mr. Leenhardt. If that superstition is true, I'm no exception.

I've never heard that before.

Mr. Leanhardt laughs when he dulls, staring at me to prompt for details. It's not even a sure story, so I opened my mouth only slightly.

"It's like a superstition, but it seems that Lucas Lewayne, the royal ancestor, was obsessed with the Grand Lady, and since then, it seems that many obsessive people will be born in houses close to the royal family and the royal family who said so. … I know too much, and I'm overwhelmed, but don't think too deeply about it."

Your Highness and a good father, really obsessive as superstitious, so to be honest, I quite believe in this superstition. I don't think blood determines my personality, but I've had such an experience that I want to suspect that something like temperament is inherited.

"Oh, that's funny. But doesn't that mean Lewayne's blood is obsessive? I'm Lewayne's direct line, and don't think it's Leila you should be aware of..."

Mr. Leanhardt laughs somewhere pranky as he draws me in. Does Mr Lienhardt really believe in the possibility of me rejecting him?

"As I have said on several occasions, if there is an obsession that can be directed at Mr. Leanhardt, I would be happy to take it."

"... Leila is strong, even though she's been caught scattered"

"That's not true. I reject Lewis' obsession, and I accept Mr. Lenhardt's obsession, so it's very bad to be in love."

I said that in my mouth, but around what I wish I had done to Mr. Leanhardt, I realize that I still have obsessive blood on me, too. I would never run into extreme behavior like His Royal Highness or your father, but I felt the fundamental parts were very similar.

"Right, maybe there's no such thing as a non-sloppy love. The emotion of liking people is too intense."

"Yeah, really"

Keep your head gently in his chest as Mr. Leanhardt draws you. I heard a quiet heart sound and my cheeks loosened naturally. Mr. Leenhardt combs my hair while stroking my head like that. Warm, I always feel like a cat at this moment.

I was walking in the mansion remembering such an event a week ago. Warm memories. As we discussed, the conditioning still colours the mansion today without being able to change it.

The fact that I'm feeling really good today goes hand in hand, and I feel like mumbling in my nose. I know Mr. Leanhardt would look terribly worried if he was found acting alone, but if he wasn't used to moving himself a little bit, he'd tend to pull it off.

Since it was after lunch that Mr. Leenhardt would be returning with Mr. Gabriella, it was decided to consult with Mr. Charlotte for a tea party with a late lunch. I tried to help cook, but the injured man told me to stay quiet, so I reluctantly decided to do some reading in the mansion's study. There was also a hand called embroidery, but there is still a little bit of ambiguity on hand, so let's put up with it today.

There are also many books in the study of this mansion that are not seen in the kingdom. They live hundreds of years, so now there's no wonder they have precious old books. But I took a relatively new popular novel among them.

Sure, it was a popular novel about ten years ago. I wanted to read it, but I didn't have that much time in my rigorous education, and I got here without being able to read it. We have about two hours before Mr. Leanhardt gets back, so maybe just fine.

I sat down in the chair provided by the window and gently rolled the cover. I'm kind of excited because I'm not even familiar with it. I was immersed in reading, soothed by the warm sunlight that plunged through the window.

Ugh, fluffy, fog-covered voice that sounds in dreams.

- It's a pain split with your life, Leila.

In a blurred consciousness, I was lying in an ice chapel. Breathe with your shoulders, erupting a bitter amount of red. His face, which would have a frantic grin in front of him, only his voice sounded unpleasantly clear, even though it was sumptuous and not well visible.

- Die in pain.

Each and every one of the fragmented words stabs me in the chest as sharply as a knife. I hate it, I'm scared, I'm scared. I don't want to be killed.

- Now you belong to me.

With a satisfying laugh, the area darkens. I just felt like my chest hurt, like it was painful. I endured unspeakable fear, trembling alone.

I'm scared, I can't help but be scared. I can't wait to get some help, someone, someone. I have someone I need to see alive...

"Huh...!

I tried to jump up and woke up in the light of the sun. I understood that I was asleep at some point while reading the book, but it would take a long time to understand that the sight I just saw was a dream. That's about it, a very immersive dream, that kept His Highness's voice from wrapping around and away from the back of my ear.

I manage to calm my raised breath as if after a full walk of disease, suppressing my chest. It's supposed to be a temperature that's not even very hot, but bumpy and sweaty fell into a piece. I took many deep breaths and stilled my pulse sooner and sooner, and I pinched the novel with a trembling hand.

Why do you remind me of it after two weeks? Corner, I was about to get back on my feet.

The contents of the novel, which I should have read just before, also blew it all away. I'm kind of uncomfortable, getting up and looking out the window. My breathing calmed down a little thanks to repeated deep breaths, but the tingling anxiety and tension still wrapped around me.

"Oh, you were here, Leila"

I shook my shoulders with a trembling tingle at that voice that accidentally rang from behind me. Looking back, there was Mr. Lenhardt, who looked like he had just returned home. Usually I just saw what it looked like, and I had a frightening attitude when my mind was supposed to be at ease for nothing.

"Sorry, you weren't a gentleman to talk to me from behind... I'll be careful."

Mr. Leanhardt walks up to me, frowning somewhere sorry. Even that loose shoe sound seems to increase my fright, and I don't know what to do. Maybe I was about to panic half the time.

"... what's going on, Layla? You don't look well."

Mr. Leanhardt, who approached me so close, reaches out to me worried. But I can see that hand overlapping His Highness's hand when he strangles me, and I shook my shoulder unexpectedly.

"Yikes......!

Almost reflexively, I paid Mr. Leanhardt's hand off. And the chilly sound of it echoes, and it returns to me.

"... Layla?

Mr. Leenhardt didn't even show a bare gesture about his hands being slapped by me or anything else that bothered him, he just looked at me in a flash.

I wonder what I've done. Even though Mr. Leanhardt can't possibly hurt me. It is rude to see it overlaid with His Highness.

"Ah... Um, Mr. Leanhardt, no, that, I'm sorry, I'm just, I'm dreaming, I'm scared..."

What you're saying is lame. The more you explain the circumstances, the more confusion spreads the more you try to sort out the words, even though this kind person will always understand. I felt my forced calm breath start to disturb me again.

"... it's okay, I'm okay, Layla. 'Cause I'm calling Charlotte and Gabriella right now."

Mr. Leanhardt smiled to reassure me, but never tried to touch me as usual. To that care, my chest hurts extra. But I didn't even know how to speak to him after he went to get Mr. Charlotte early enough, and I tried to bite off my own impudence and regret not knowing what to do, and slipped my back into the wall.