The Escape of Layla

After talking about a long, long six months, I took a sigh of relief. When I talk to him like this, he laughs as I say it was six months too volatile.

Once again, my gratitude has been deepened for the fact that Mr Lienhardt has now achieved this. I could also give Monica the book safely and find out that she is doing well with her days, and now she seems to be able to tell the kingdom that she has no heart left.

Jessica, who had been listening to me for about an hour, had an unspeakable look. That would be the case, too. I am also surprised that in the kingdom I fall in love with a magician who is only the presence of an ogre, on the other hand, imprisoned and about to be killed by His Royal Highness the Prince Wang, who finally has peace in his hands now. There must not be a single event that was within Jessica's expectations.

"... the theory of your daughter's murder wasn't a mistake, though."

Jessica's quiet voice seeped definite anger. In that kingdom, the only kind people who would be angry with me about my death must be Jessica and Monica.

"... but good. Really. The lady's alive. This is how you get a peaceful day with Master Leanhardt..."

Jessica said that in a trembling voice, letting the handkerchief suck tears. You must have really sincerely wished me happiness. I loosened my cheeks as I nearly cried, even though I was stuck to that depth of compassion.

"Yeah, really...... Thank you, Mr. Leanhardt."

I looked up softly at Mr. Leanhardt with my hair in my ear and a gentle smile returned. Now I'm just a little embarrassed that Jessica was watching this sweet exchange.

"Oh, so, as I've just been talking about... that... with me, Mr. Leenhardt..."

I had decided to properly say hello to my marriage, but when I had to go before Jessica, the words didn't come out very well. I didn't know referring a lover to someone as close as my parents thought was such a nervous thing to do. I feel so sweet and horrible.

"Leila, I'm going to tell you right from me. Even Jessica would be in trouble if she said it with such a bright red face."

I hurriedly put my hands on my cheeks to teasing Mr. Leanhardt's words. It does remind me that I was more feverish than usual and more concerned than I thought.

"Mr. Jessica, I love Leila. Because of Leila's vibrancy, there were times when I couldn't see her straight, but now, all I can see is Leila...... I have so many deep thoughts"

Mr. Leanhardt turned to Jessica and cut out with a serious voice. Jessica is also looking straight up into Mr. Leanhardt's purple blue eyes.

"Leila is my only one. I'm a sweeter person than anyone. … so please, would you allow me to live with Leila"

Mr. Leanhardt bowed his head gently to Jessica and lay his eyes down. The appearance of long eyelashes shaking slightly conveys tension. Jessica took a seat as she panicked and put her hand on Mr. Leanhardt's shoulder.

"Eh... I'm just a maid of honor. Leila, it would be better to imitate that with your daughter's lover..."

Mr. Leanhardt looked up gently and stared at Jessica. And he smiled that tender smile that confused him.

"You're Leila's mother, so I don't think she deserves more than Mr. Jessica."

"Yes, Jessica. I want you to admit it. I'd be really happy if Jessica would forgive me."

"Lady Layla..."

Jessica put tears in her eyes again and nibbled a grain of it. Jessica smiles happily as she wipes those tears with a handkerchief immediately.

"... to me, it's too unbearable a word. Lady."

Jessica stared at Mr. Leanhardt again as she wiped away the tears accumulated in her eyeballs with her fingertips.

"... Dear Leanhardt, Please, Lady Leila, Regards, Never make your daughter happy."

Mr. Leanhardt smiles beautifully as he takes such Jessica's words sincerely.

"Yes. Be sure to make Leila happy. In lieu of anything, I'll try to protect Leila."

I'm happy with the honest Mr. Leanhardt's words, and then I feel kind of tickled. I was going to get used to the high sugar content contained in Mr. Leanhardt's words a little bit, but it didn't seem to be more resistant than I thought.

Jessica, now turning to me, spoke with a merciful grin.

"Lady Layla, I'm so glad you did. He seems like a kind husband, and Jessica is relieved."

"Ah... sir..."

Yes, you're right. He's still my fiancée, but in no time, Mr. Leanhardt will be the one to call him that. I knew it, and the third proposal came from me, but I can't hide my embarrassment when Jessica tells me so.

"Oh, yeah. I'm really glad Mr. Leanhardt is my husband..."

There would have been some words that made me more maneuverable, but now this was the best I could do.

If you gently send your gaze to Mr. Leanhardt for help, Mr. Leanhardt is also slightly dyeing the edges of his ears red.

"Huh..."

Apparently, it hit Jessica's casual word stray bullet. Keeping her marriage greeting, she was increasingly unable to see Jessica's face upright in what was an indescribable situation of being two and blushing.

I'm glad Jessica isn't the kind of person who makes fun of us. If it were Mr Charlotte or Mr Haino here, he would have suffered stuffy from irreparable shame.

If you give it back, it means you're having so many happy and full days. I'm still unfamiliar with it because of the temperature difference from my previous life. No, will the day come when I get used to this feeling of happiness?

It's a luxurious problem, I loosen one cheek thinking. If I stared at Jessica again on the occasion of somehow starting to regain her composure, she would still be watching over me with a merciful look.

"... we're going to have a wedding soon. Jessica would be so happy to be here."

"Thank you, ma'am. If you could invite me, I'd be happy to join you. I'm looking forward to seeing your daughter's wedding dress now."

I'm sure it'll be a warm ceremony. That was close to certainty given Jessica's smile, Mr Charlotte's and Mr Gabriela's heartfelt welcome.

I intertwined my gaze with Mr. Leanhardt from either side, and laughed at each other. I'm sure we'll have a very nice day. I'll have a ceremony where Jessica and the others can rest assured that I'm okay.