The Escape of Layla

To the light of the sun, gently put your right hand over it. He narrowed his eyes slightly to the light reflected by the starry sky-colored stone embedded in the ring. Beautiful, no matter how many times I've seen it, it's really beautiful.

"If you like it so much, you should wear it all the time already"

A gentle voice approaches, flutters, and is embraced from behind. I made sure to lean against that shoulder lightly and laughed dullly.

"Heh heh, I want to do that, but it's a corner, so I want to wear it after the ceremony."

That night I was wounded, the ring given to me by Mr. Leanhardt, who was similarly wounded, was completely fixed back to normal. They're quick if they magically fix it, but it seems like they learn to ask artisans to fix these memorabilia. After a period of about three weeks, he finally came back to me.

"Even though I was in a hurry, I failed...... I should have got you an engagement ring."

Mr. Leanhardt seemed to take it very seriously, combing my hair.

"Rather, shall we prepare it now?

If you nod here, I guess Mr. Leanhardt will quickly get ready without one disgusting face. I'm glad to hear that, but this ring was enough for me.

"If you just spoil me so much, you'll be my impatient lover."

"I'd be delighted to hear from Leila."

Trying to squeeze his cheeks against my head, Mr. Leanhardt told me nothing was going on. You're right, he has both the feelings and the power to fulfill my endeavors, so I need to make sure I don't ask for anything far-fetched. Yes, I cemented my resolve in my heart.

"Every second I spend with Mr. Leenhardt is like a gift to me, but what more do I give you?"

"Leila's good at teasing, sweetie"

Mr. Leenhardt is sloppy after all because he's suddenly going to say he's "cute" or "I love you". Though I accidentally dyed my cheeks red, I tried not to be disturbed. We may have been fortunate to have Mr. Leanhardt behind us.

"Are you illuminating again? I'm glad you're always responding fresh, but I'm worried you're just getting too red."

"Wow, who is confusing me!

"I don't know. Tell me, Leila."

Yes, I get whispered in my ear, and I feel so much heat that I'm really going to learn to faint. At this rate, I wonder if one day you will die of embarrassment.

"... I'll tell you because you don't seem to see out the window, but it's only morning! Both of you!!

I shook my shoulders unexpectedly at Charlotte's voice, which echoed unexpectedly. If I sent my gaze to those who spoke in horror, Mr. Charlotte, in an apron, stood with a heartbroken look.

Were they watching this exchange? There is no more shame. There is extra heat on the cheeks that would have just been red.

"You had a little sister, that's all I know."

Mr. Leanhardt replied pale. No way, were you vomiting such sweet words when you were aware of Mr. Charlotte's presence? Somehow, I feel like I've been hit.

"At that rate now, what happens after the wedding... I'm dying from too much sugar..."

Mr. Charlotte looked at us with a grand sigh, still more like a fright - rather than a slight pull. I slip away from my gaze with a deluded ambiguous grin.

"I'll be careful... it's sad when Mr. Charlotte startles me."

"There's nothing Leila can do about it! Because your brother is at this rate."

After all, you hit my prediction, and elsewhere Mr. Charlotte grumbled with bumps, Mr. Leenhardt drew me and laughed. It's too sweet, it's a happy time. I accidentally closed my eyes, wrapped in Mr. Leanhardt's warmth.

If I said the reaction of Mr Charlotte and Mr Gabriela when I reported that I had proposed to Mr Lenhardt, that is still impressively memorable now.

"Proposal!?

"Is that from Miss Leila too!?

To Charlotte, who wondered how that could happen in that stream, she began to moisturize her purple blue eyes gradually when she told her that she could not contain her liking.

"Layla and her brother are married..."

With his head gently in his arms, Mr. Charlotte shrugs like he was shocked. Seems to have surprised me with such a sudden report.

"No, I'm so sorry! Congratulations, Miss Leila. Make that division chief happy somehow!

Mr. Gabriela rode his body out to the tea table and shook my hand and blessed me. Let him snort as his saggy fingertips grip back that beautiful hand.

"Yes, I promise. I'm sure you'll need Gabriella for the ceremony."

"Of course, I'll go with the Sorcery Division. It's just that weddings are rare in this city, so we're all gonna stick together."

"I'm glad to hear that, thank you"

Give Mr. Gabriella a full grin, and, uh, you'll hear a little sob from Mr. Charlotte.

"Huh... your brother and Leila are married... finally, finally..."

Earlier it was Mr. Charlotte like he was in shock, but he was whining about that with a puffy tear as to whether he could put aside a little time to grasp the situation. Now it's our turn to marvel at the clear tears that overflow from next to next. He rushes up to his seat and wipes Mr. Charlotte's tears with a white handkerchief.

"Thank you Leila...... thank you......"

I wasn't sure if that gratitude was for wiping my tears, or if it included another meaning, but it seems certain that Mr. Charlotte is congratulating me on this marriage. I didn't expect to be opposed, but I'm relieved again.

"So, when are we going to have the ceremony?

Mr. Gabriella asks as he says intrigued. She is usually all wrapped up in magic division clothes that give a hard impression, but I thought that dressing up would be sawdust beautiful and I looked forward to seeing her gorgeous at the wedding.

"That's still under discussion with Mr. Leanhardt. There's a lot to be prepared for."

"So is that. It's the wedding of the division chief and Miss Leila. We have to make it extraordinarily glamorous."

"Yes! Pick a dress or whatever, me, I'll help!

Mr. Charlotte wiped his tears and regained his usual clear tone of mind to his intentions. It is comforting to be able to help Mr Charlotte, who has had a ceremony.

"If there's anything I can do, tell me. Looking forward to it."

Mr. Gabriella, with a clear grin, once again put his strength into the hand holding my hand.

"Thanks, both of you. I'm so glad you both blessed me..."

Two friends wholeheartedly welcome me and bite my warm happiness. From me six months ago, it's like a dream day. Most of all, this is the capital of the Fantasy King, so the expression may not be a mistake, and so on, so that they could connect to each other and zero a full smile.

I remember a small debriefing a few days ago, and I don't know what to expect. You were capturing that change in expression, and Mr. Leenhardt, who sat next to me, gently reached for my hair.

"You're in a good mood, Layla."

"Yeah. I'm in good shape, and I'm very happy"

On the back cover of Lewayne's magpie, which I read over and over again, I wrote annotations and descriptions of the ancient language, and placed a feather pen.

"Are the books ready to give to that kid well?

"Yes, it's almost done."

Take a gentle look at the cover of the magpie covered with a beautiful cloth with fine embroidery. It's old, but that's what made it taste like and it was my favorite.

Almost a month has passed since I was to die. On the occasion of my health recovery, I made it clear to Mr. Leanhardt that I had been worried for the past month.

It was a consultation that Jessica and Monica only wanted to know that I was safe if they could.

In the kingdom I'm more than supposed to be dead. If it's true, I guess I shouldn't be involved in anything anymore. Though I understand that painfully, I couldn't give up thinking about the two of you who might be weeping at the news of my death. As it is, I don't want to overlook their grief.

Mr. Leanhardt was quick to talk to Monica because he was seeing her, but he hardly knew about Jessica. On this occasion I also revealed my feelings for Jessica.

"... it was definitely Jessica who nurtured my heart. Without her, I would have forgotten to smile and tear somewhere. She's the parent of my heart."

It's a word that has come out naturally, but the expression parent of the heart is really true. Always Jessica supported me in the shadows, kept me smiling. Someone who I think had a somewhat sweet part in me, but who has been leaning on my heart for so long that I can't compare to my mother.

"So if you can, I want Jessica to know I'm alive as soon as possible. 'Cause I'm sure you're more sad about my death than anyone."

Even while this is happening, Jessica may be in tears. When I thought so, I couldn't help but have a pain in the back of my chest.

"If that's the case, shall I summon Mr. Jessica to this mansion with a wedding greeting?... I'm not locking Leila up in the capital of the Fantasy King, but it's not a good time for you to go out into the kingdom yet."

"Will you do what I do?"

"Of course. If you say you're the parent of Leila's heart, I'd like you to meet me and admit it."

"Hehe, I would be delighted to introduce you to Mr. Leanhardt"

"What if a man like this tells me that Lady Layla can't give it to you?"

"I don't think so, but persuade me to join you then"

It's a marriage greeting, I didn't think we could do the obvious. That's why my cheeks kind of loosen up. I also find it somewhat embarrassing that Jessica and her lover - no, Mr. Lenhardt, who became her fiancée - face each other, but I felt more excited than that.

After all that flow, I decided to give Jessica and Monica a survival report. Jessica is likely to be able to call him to the capital of the Illusion King if only for work convenience, but it is up to Monica to decide to take indirect means, considering that she is not in a position to get out of that tower freely.

But it doesn't taste like sending Monica just a letter. So I came up with the idea of handwriting annotated books, combined with the practice of letters and the training of reading.

The book itself could have been new, but I want Monica to have it because it's thoughtful. That's how I chose Lewayne's Magpie, one of the few things I brought out of the Duke's house.

It won't come true to meet in person, but Monica would believe in my survival if she saw my letters. He was preparing for his last gift to Monica, taking days to write down the letters as carefully as possible. I'm almost done annotating and commenting, all I have to do is write a message to Monica on the back cover.

It's kind of embarrassing to write words in public that involve emotions. Tonight, but let's think slowly by ourselves. That's what I thought. When I closed the book, I saw Mr. Leannhardt's calm purple blue eyes and eyes staring at me.

"... so staring, what's wrong?

Though it's less that Mr. Leanhardt hasn't seen me in the last few days. Of course, I can't just accuse him because I'm after Mr. Leanhardt if there's a gap, too. I know it's a love affair that's going to embarrass me from the side, but now this was happiness.

"Leila could be a teacher."

"Doctor, is it?

To Mr. Lienhardt's abrupt words, I round my eyes.

"Yes. The Fantasy King capital doesn't have many children due to the characteristics of the curse, but it's not like they're not there. Plus, there are a lot of people who are studying personally. That's how Leila specializes in literature, embroidery, and the geography and history of the kingdom."

That's exactly what I've been tapped into in the King's Princess education. Mr. Leenhardt smiles gently so that he can forgive me for not being able to hide his surprise.

"If you even want Layla, you might want to take advantage of Layla's knowledge," I thought. I think Monica taught you how to write. "

I blink a few times at the prospect of a future I never thought I would.

Well, you have that future too. I guess I can choose for myself now.

Have breakfast with Mr. Leanhardt in the morning and share my knowledge with my children as a teacher at noon. That's how I come back to this mansion at dusk and have a happy time with Mr. Leanhardt.

I just imagined such a day made it kind of fun. Freedom is nice. I didn't know that being able to choose for yourself was such a mind-blower.

"... am I supposed to be so happy"

I looked up into Mr. Leenhardt's eyes, unable to undo the loose cheeks. Mr. Leanhardt smiles to respond to it again, and he combs my hair.

"If you're satisfied with this, there's no tension. I'm gonna make you happier."

Mr. Leenhardt's hand, which was tangled in flax, eventually stroked my cheek. With my eyes meditating on the pleasant feeling, I also softly lay my hands on Mr. Leanhardt's hands.

"Hehe, I'm going to do that, too....... Thank you, Mr. Leanhardt. Put me aside."

Slowly open his eyes and gently mouth his fingertips touching my cheeks. You feel so relieved when you're wrapped up in this big hand that you're not like me. In the kingdom, people just had less opportunity to be touched, and I want to be sweet like a child.

"... that's this dialogue, Leila"

Mr Lienhardt has said such a pleasure out of sight of me. With a deeper and deeper smile at the words, I close my eyes again, trying to rinse my cheeks against Mr. Leanhardt's hand. On a sweet hour, I was sincerely drunk.

"... but if you're going to thank me, I'd rather not be your finger"

When I opened my eyes to the words, my distance from Mr. Leanhardt was narrower than earlier, and the teasing Mr. Leanhardt's words were combined with fever on my cheeks.

"Please, do as you wish."

I can't believe the lovers who swore to each other to marry are so sweet. Honestly, it was beyond my imagination.

Does this also mean that Mr Leenhardt is at fault, if I ask Mr Charlotte to say so? The look on Mr. Charlotte's face seems to come to my attention.

Once again, I bite my happiness into this relationship that keeps me blessed enough to be teased. Eventually, I learned to thank Mr. Lenhardt again for giving me this full time, narrowing the distance from either of them and mouthing them.