The Escape of Layla

"That's a tremendous cheer... Before the ceremony starts, it's going to be a lot busier in the middle of the ceremony."

Mr. Charlotte, who guided me and Mr. Leenhardt until before the ceremony, gently shrugged back and smiled bitterly behind us. If you look back half way to trace her gaze, you can see all the attendees who gathered around the church. Apparently he noticed that I looked back, and he cheered loudly at the moment. I wave back softly to respond to it.

"Leila's very popular."

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am relieved that you seem welcome"

Beginning with Mr. Gabriella, I recall the fervent blessing words of everyone in the sorcery division. At the earliest, the word "welcome" was boring, and the momentum was admirable.

"No one doesn't welcome Layla. I guess it's about time they told me I wasn't..."

"Oh, the boulder is my brother, you know"

I sent Mr. Leanhardt my gaze so that Mr. Charlotte could tease him. I smiled unexpectedly at the way my brothers and sisters were always friendly when I said something.

I turn lightly to Jessica, who watches us like that with a mother's gaze. Mr. Leannhardt's escort was Charlotte, but my escort was Jessica.

"Thank you, Jessica. Don't worry, I'll talk to you and wait."

Since me and Mr. Leanhardt said hello to Jessica about their marriage, Jessica had been asked to take a trip to this phantom king's capital several times. It shouldn't be awkward because I know Mr. Charlotte and Mr. Gabriella face to face at that time.

"Yes, ma'am. I'll be waiting with you. Don't get too nervous because you'll be fine."

"Yeah, thanks, Jessica"

Just take your hands off Mr. Leanhardt for a little while and gently embrace Jessica wrapped around a simple deep blue dress. I think we've gotten used to each other, even touching each other in this way.

"Really, congratulations, Lady Layla"

Jessica uttered that word again, not knowing how many times she'd repeated it. It seems to add some weight when they say it again in front of the ritual.

"Yeah... I'm gonna be happy."

I put a little effort into my arms embracing Jessica and spoke of my determination. If you get your body away from either of them that way, you look up to Mr. Leanhardt so that Mr. Charlotte, who was watching how it went, would tease you.

"Shall I give you a hug too? Brother?"

"Don't be silly, take Jessica to everyone..."

Mr. Leanhardt sighed lightly and lightly declined Mr. Charlotte's offer. Was Mr. Charlotte anticipating this development, too, smiling all the time and turning his back on Mr. Leanhardt?

"Yes, yes, leave it to me"

At that moment, Mr. Leanhardt's hand stroked Mr. Charlotte's head only once.

"... thanks"

I'm sure that gratitude for being pompous and squeaky isn't limited to showing Jessica around. To make you think so, he was a deep voice.

Did Mr. Charlotte realize that, too, when he opened his purple blue eyes for a moment, he immediately strayed from his face. But the red stained end of my ear wasn't concealed, and the lighting was so much like Mr. Leanhardt's, I laughed all the time, even though I thought it was rude. Are boulders like brothers and sisters?

"You're welcome! Good luck with the ritual!

Turn up your voice just a little bit to see if it's a shade of light. Mr. Charlotte replied, "Let's go," and he pulled Jessica's hand and walked towards you all.

"Well, let's go in, during the ritual"

"Yes."

Thanks to Mr. Charlotte, I didn't have to worry until just before the ritual. If I hadn't thanked you later, I would have stepped between the rituals so that Mr. Leanhardt could have led me.

"How nice..."

Hmm, sighing, I stood on an ice polished floor, blinded by the fantastic sight in front of me in the clear air reminiscent of winter.

What entered my eyes as soon as I entered during the ritual was a transparent and delicate single tree, as if it had been made of glass. Even though there is no wind but it shakes from time to time, the glass leaves are bumping and sounding cool. If you look closely, each piece of leaf seemed to have its own color, and there was colourful light scattered around the tree like stained glass.

It's called Mr. Leanhardt, it's called this tree, I've been watching all the beautiful stuff since this morning. The boulder is the capital of the Fantasy King, and once again, while deepening my fondness for this mysterious city, I approached the side of the tree with Mr. Leanhardt.

"Under this tree lies the heart of the demon who cursed us.... No, I suppose I should say that the bud that germinated from that demon's heart grew up and thus became a tree"

"Of demons, my heart..."

I had listened to the ritual procedure, but didn't even know the details. Mr. Leanhardt gently puts his hand on the trunk of the tree and laughs small.

"Yes, that's why this tree is the culprit of the curse, and at the same time the key to decursing it."

You're so beautiful, Mr. Leenhardt looked up at the tree and laughed sarcastically somewhere.

What is so beautiful is the culprit of the curse? I also looked up at the tree, whining in my heart to repeat Mr. Leanhardt's words. Light light of various colors pops into my eyes.

"So if this tree withers, will your curse be lifted...?

"If there's really something to wither away from, maybe that's right.... Our ancestors naturally thought that if this tree was the culprit of the curse, we could cut it and burn it. But no matter how powerful magic we used, we couldn't destroy this tree."

Mr. Leanhardt reached out wide and touched the glittering glass leaves. Even though it rocks pretty strong, its thin branches never show any signs of breaking.

"Every single one of these leaves is the curse of each of us. This is, and it is, the curse of someone in this phantom king's capital. If a child is born, buds grow up. It could be the Greatest Leaf around here or something."

Mr. Leanhardt softly touched one shaped like between a bud and a leaf, hidden in a glass leaf. Indeed, given the size of the other leaves, this may be about the size of Mr. Grete's leaves that he should finally be five.

"That's adorable. I'm looking forward to seeing what color it will be."

Stop by Mr. Leanhardt and think about the growth of that little bud. They're all beautiful leaves, so I'm sure this bud will bring a bright color to it, too.

"... Which of Mr. Leanhardt's leaves is it?

"Come on, I don't know yet either. What color is the curse being placed on me? We all know for the first time during the ritual."

Seeing Mr. Leanhardt turn to the trunk of the tree, I also make a much more correct posture. I had a feeling the ritual would start and my pulse was only a little quicker.

"Will you lift my curse? Leila."

Mr. Leanhardt gently took my hand and mouthed it at his fingertips. If you look into his purple blue eyes, nature and tension fade away.

"Of course, let me solve it. with you, to walk the same time"

"... thanks, Leila"

Once again, when Mr. Leanhardt turned to my fingertips to mouth on something important, he gently took my hand off and removed the knife from his coat into the decorative sheath.

"Well, let's get started"

"Yes."

Looking at Mr. Leanhardt sinking his knife cuts at his own fingertips, he recalls the ritual procedure once again.

The ritual takes place in a truly simple procedure. When I was briefed by Mr. Charlotte, I was so surprised that he rejected it.

First, with the blood of each bride and groom, write down their real names on the trunk of the tree. After a while, the blood will be absorbed into the trunk and a single leaf will fall as the blood letters disappear. I guess that's what Mr. Leenhardt calls the leaves of the curse that each of Lewayne's clans has. The "Destiny Man" contains the leaf in his mouth, chewing it up gently, and then letting the target drink it by mouth transfer. That's it, they can break the curse.

Apparently, the most important thing to do when doing this series of flows is to think strongly of your love for them. I had heard that explanation thinking it was like some sort of religious mindset, but I couldn't hide my surprise when I found out there was a precedent where the two of us couldn't shed the leaves of the curse without our minds coming together. Between the tentative first lovers, they can't break this curse.

Most importantly, it's a useless concern for me and Mr. Leanhardt. I didn't really care about that part, but there are other sources of tension.

Yes, the last thing that made me most hesitant was the process of "mouth transfer".

Lewayne's clan is freed from the curse by taking in this glassy leaf, but they can't chew it up. Lewayne's magic interferes with breaking leaves. So I think it makes sense that the "destiny man" should have chewed it up and given it to drink with a mouthful, but the embarrassment is not great.

I have been officially engaged to Mr. Leanhardt for over six months, and that of course is beyond counting to mouth. I also gave it a few deep mouthpieces. But "mouth-to-mouth" is a different story.

I was happy and about to melt, but I might melt and disappear into too much embarrassment in this ritual. For once, I felt so confused that I really thought so.

"Yes, Layla.... really just a little bit. Don't hurt me too deeply."

Mr. Leanhardt let the knife grip in my right hand, staring worried at me. Keep my left index finger gently wrapped in a white handkerchief to stabilize me. Maybe he's taking care not to sprinkle blood on his dress.

"Thank you for your concern. I'll be careful."

Lightly sink the blade of the knife into the stomach of the index finger supported by Mr. Leanhardt. It doesn't have to be a very deep wound, as Mr Lenhardt said, because it's to the point of writing his name. We faced the trunk of the tree, making sure that a puffy red appeared and passed through the belly of our fingers to the nail.

Under the name Mr. Leanhardt wrote down, I write down the name immediately, too. I loved Mr. Lienhardt, and while filling my heart with that feeling, I had the last moment to name Ashbury's surname.

When I finished writing my name, Mr. Leenhardt took my left hand and gently mouthed me to the wound. He's nice enough to be really overprotective. With a flash of magic, the small wounds were immediately blocked.

"Thank you, Mr. Leanhardt"

In the meantime, the blood letters drawn on the trunk of the tree slowly fade away. Eventually, when it was completely absorbed and invisible, the light, both gold and silver, glowed overhead.

If I took a step or two back and watched how it went, a single leaf fell quickly. Contrary to its glassy appearance, it falls loosely and sparingly. I gently take that with my hands. The leaves in his hands were, overall, stained with purple blue, carrying gold and silver everywhere. The colour is very similar to the stone in the starry sky of the ring that Mr. Leanhardt gave me.

"Beautiful...... It's like a jewel."

"I'm kind of glad you told Leila that.... but are you okay? Why don't you bite this and cut it in your mouth?

Mr. Leanhardt was comparing me to the little cursed leaves in an unwieldy manner of anxiety. Sure it looks like glass, but if it causes pain when chewing it up, Mr. Charlotte would have warned me.

"Hehe, I'm sure you'll be fine. I'm going to be able to do anything to break Mr. Leanhardt's curse."

That's all I told him and gently contained the leaves in his mouth. Sweet taste like honey spreads as soon as possible, inadvertently loosening cheeks. If I stood my teeth up, I would have easily crushed them with the guidelines when chewing up the ice that Mr. Gabriella gave me one day. It's also close to the feeling that you're chewing on small candy.

Besides, it was so delicious that after each bite it spread its refreshing sweetness, intense sweetness and various concentrations of sweetness that I accidentally wanted to swallow it like this. Keeping his cheeks loose, he proceeds with some bite and turns back to Mr. Leenhardt, who looks worried.

I would normally keep my mouth shut, but I had to mouth it this time, so Mr. Leenhardt got me on my knees. The pulse becomes unnecessarily faster to the opposite of the usual high and low difference.

No, the more you hesitate, the more nervous you are. You'd better think it over.

That's what I thought, put my hand on Mr. Leanhardt's cheek and mouthed it without putting it between them. The imminent purple blue eyes open slightly, closing too many eyes of shame.

Sweetness is taken away with heat. It was at first that I took leaf shards very seriously, Mr. Leanhardt, but my breath and heart couldn't stand the mouthfeel anymore as it deepened to deprive me of sweetness.

"Huh..."

If he glanced at Mr. Leenhardt with some tears in his eyes, he licked his lips gently and smiled loosely to show. Generally speaking, I couldn't stand any longer looking directly at that seductive smile, although it would seem like there was no such thing as licking my lips, but when Mr. Leenhardt did, he just got more colour.

Mr. Leenhardt draws my hips closer to collapsing unexpectedly. I was about to melt in my head wondering if the beat of my heart, which was unprecedentedly rampant, was being transmitted straight away.

"Thank you, Layla. De-curse me.... so bright red, so cute."

"Yes, just now please refrain from sweet words! I don't have a heart......"

It was now saved by the cold wintery air drifting during the ritual. If the temperature hadn't been low, it would have been completely up. This is oddly convincing to wonder if this is the temperature to salvage the "destined man".

"I usually just want to be a little mean... but now I guess I'll be patient. We're going to have a wedding, but if it really falls, we're in trouble."

"Thank you for your concern…"

Make sure Mr. Leanhardt can support you and manage to calm your breathing. Before the ceremony, I think I'll need to get the veil and makeup fixed a little. Mr. Leenhardt was trying to comb my hair with his fingers while holding me in his arms as usual, but today it didn't come true because he was tying his hair up. Seeing the look on Mr. Leanhardt's face that seems unfortunate somewhere makes me laugh when I inadvertently tickle him.

"Hehe, as soon as the ceremony is over, you'll loosen up."

"I don't know if it's a habit... I didn't even notice it."

Mr. Leanhardt stroked my cheek gently, also smiling bitterly. I'm relieved of Mr. Leanhardt returning to his usual condition one by one.

"It's a happy habit...... really"

Mr. Leanhardt looked at me as mercifully as he could, smudging and whining about that. If that's what you're thinking, I'm definitely happy, too. Gently lean against Mr. Leanhardt's shoulder and nod and show him small.

After a few minutes of rest as it was, my heart finally calmed down. I smile calmly as to whether that was communicated to Mr. Leanhardt as well.

"Now it's time to get back to everyone. I'm sure it'll be a busy wedding."

"Yeah, I'm so excited.... Make your mouth feel cute at the wedding, huh?

"... I'll try."

Taking the time to subtly disturb her, Mr. Leanhardt let her smile all the time. Anyway, that look that looks like a prank is also loving, and in the end I can't say anything back.

Mr. Leanhardt slowly stood up and offered me his hand with a very natural trick. The sight, now too nostalgic, loosened its resuscitation cheek.

"... what's wrong?

Mr. Leanhardt has asked that when he saw me, who hardly tried to take his hand. I smile and shake my neck sideways.

"No, I remember the day I met Mr. Leenhardt."

Mr. Leanhardt looked slightly surprised, but smiled just like me at how convinced he was in this position.

"Oh... right. That's how I reached out to Leila that day."

"Yeah, I still remember clearly"

With nostalgia, let's just get a little intrigued. That's what I thought, and I looked up and groaned at Mr. Leanhardt reaching out.

"... 'Do I look noble even when I look like this?

That's a repetition of the same dialogue as that day. Mr. Leanhardt looked like he'd only had a taste for a moment, but he immediately guessed or smiled at me with plenty of room.

"That's already more noble and beautiful than anyone else.... It's too cold here. Come here."

Coincidentally, during the ritual, it was a crisp temperature reminiscent of that rainy day, and the dialogue didn't sound as strange as it was. I take Mr. Leanhardt's hand and mouth a dialogue that is only slightly different from that day.

"Hehe, even if you're Reaper, I'll be happy to follow you."

I stood up to be caught in his hand and looked straight into those purple blue eyes. It's a beautiful, dusk sky color you couldn't see that day.

"Wherever in hell or at the end of this world... with you, there is my happiness"

Mr. Leanhardt's hand gently strokes my cheek. If you gently meditated on its comfort, nature and the two lips overlapped.

"I love you."

Slightly releasing his lips, Mr. Leanhardt whispered between exhalations. In response, I turn my heartfelt grin to him.

"Yeah, I love you too. Mr. Leanhardt."

Lay down your eyelashes, overlap your lips, and be intoxicated by their sweetness forever. Forgetting it was also just before the ceremony, I almost drowned in my love for Mr. Leanhardt.

"... the toothpick isn't going to work, so it's time to head to the ceremony"

Trying to delude the heat drifting between the two of them, Mr. Leanhardt took my hand again. I also snort, squeezing his hand tightly.

"Well, it's bad to keep you waiting too long."

The door between the rituals is opened by Mr. Leanhardt's hand. My chest danced to the light of the early summer as I plugged it in and the overflowing cheer.

Today will be a beautiful day I will never forget. I shook my heart at such a warm hunch as I received all the blessings from the participants.

"Let's come, Mr. Leanhardt."

"Right, I need to show off my lovely Layla to everyone soon"

He whispered such sweet words and took a step from between the rituals, breathing together, smiling all the time, as usual.

My awkward escape ends here.

From now on, I'm going forward, forward, forward with this man I love more than anyone else.