The Escape of Layla

"Goodbye, Doctor"

"Yes, goodbye"

"I'll finish embroidering this part by next time!

"Please don't push me."

In the corner of the church in the capital of the illusion, the biennial classroom closes today. He narrowed his eyes to the sunset as he plugged through the window as he cleaned up the textbooks and embroidered wooden frames used by several students.

By the time it had been three years since I married Mr. Leanhardt, I was 22 years old, and beside helping Mr. Charlotte with his shop, I thus opened a brief "classroom" every two days. Whatever the student wants. From the interpretation of literary works to the method of embroidery, there is content that teaches only the number of students.

There are now about a dozen students, ranging in age from children to adults. In particular, embroidery is popular with adult women and seems to be a bit of a topic in some of the phantom king's capitals.

"It's a big day, Dr. Leila."

It is Mr. Heino, a friend of Mr. Lenhardt's, who is renting us a room in the church. Apparently his house has been a church administrator for generations. He's quite busy, even though he says he has some work for the Magic Division.

"Thank you again for today, Mr. Haino"

"No, it's good to get busy. They don't just use it every few years at a wedding, and this building doesn't pay off either."

"Hehe, I hope it's time for a request for a ceremony"

"Really.... Oh, Leanhardt should be here soon. You guys are still close, right? They're like newlyweds all the time."

This church, which we use as a "classroom", is sometimes close to the headquarters of the Sorcery Division, and it was common for me to meet Mr. Leanhardt back home. Sometimes we head straight to the mansion, or we take a short stop to get home. I loved this time from dusk to night.

Besides, I have to inform Mr Leanhardt today. He accidentally loosened his cheeks, wondering what he would look like.

"Miss Leila is cute because you just smile like that when you see Leannhardt. I can't help but convince him he's gonna drown."

"You're so brave talking about your friend's wife, Heino."

To that voice, which echoed from the entrance to the church, Mr. Haino gives the expression that it has become obvious. Looking back, there was Mr. Leenhardt, weaving his magic division jacket and smiling meaningfully.

"You're here already... How much I want to see Miss Leila..."

"From HQ, I saw how Layla's students were going home. You can't keep Leila waiting."

With that said, Mr. Leanhardt, who formed next to me, smiled sweetly as he gently mouthed me on my cheek.

"I'm home, Leila. Good luck today."

"Welcome home, Mr. Leanhardt."

"This isn't your house... Leanhardt"

Mr. Heino was staring at Mr. Leanhardt like he had laid low, but in the wake of that gaze, Mr. Leanhardt grins all the time with my shoulder.

"You're an idiot, the place where Leila's at is where I'm going."

"Oh, oh, I heard. It was my fault. The interrupters will be immediately dispersed."

Bye, Miss Leila, and waved small at me, and Mr. Haino disappeared behind the church. Similar exchanges have just been repeated over and over again, and I get zero bitter laughter when I think of Mr. Haino's feelings.

"Have you finished your classroom safely today?

Mr. Leenhardt smiles gently as he combs my flax hair subtly. I squeezed and nodded at the textbook I had in my hand.

"Yeah, I'm just so glad that the arms of one of you who is learning embroidery are getting better and better. And today, some kids said they wanted to read my favorite literary work."

"Oh, Leila's favorite piece is that book you have now, right? It's funny, I've read it over and over again."

As Mr. Leanhardt casually sat down in the chair where the students sat, he gently elbowed himself to the desk and looked up at this one. The evening light goes hand in hand, and just this makes it an impressive sight like a single picture, so it's no match for Mr. Leanhardt.

"Does Layla always stand there and teach everyone?

"In some cases, it's mostly taught in the form of a personal desk tour."

Sometimes the content is different, and the easiest way to teach it is to teach it. It also divides places according to the content of the work, so I think it makes the environment quite easy to learn.

"Well, Doctor, can I ask you one question?"

"Hehe, what is it, Mr. Leanhardt?"

Stick around, and if you sound your shoes and walk over to Mr. Leanhardt's desk, he makes sure to look me up in the eye and deepen his grin. I feel kind of fresh because I rarely get to look up to him.

"My wife wants you to tell me what she wants to celebrate her third wedding year."

On our anniversary with Mr. Leenhardt, it was our lesson to celebrate each year in a small way while giving away gifts. With this year's anniversary approaching, it will be time for Mr. Leanhardt, who is well prepared, to start preparing gifts.

Just in time, shall we use this as an opportunity to see?

When I sat in the chair with Mr. Leanhardt across the desk, I told him softly not to understand the pulse that would soften only a little.

"Right. … Then I'd like to ask for one nice cradle for my little adorable life to sleep"

In the church where dusk seeps, for a moment, I remembered the feeling as if time had stopped. I can see that Mr. Leanhardt, who can always afford it, is openly solidified. That was kind of adorable and made me laugh when I accidentally dull it.

"Uh... Leila, that means..."

Mr. Leenhardt, who rose from his chair and rode himself out to his desk, opens his mouth unable to hide his confusion. I also stood up softly and loosened my cheeks as I held his hands.

"Yes, actually, I was given Mr. Leanhardt's son. I just saw the doctor this morning..."

Perhaps at a time when medical technology in the kingdom cannot yet be confirmed, the doctor of the Phantom King's Capital seems to be using magic well, which he can tell from an early stage. There used to be some convenient uses, what other people thought, but now it's a thankful story.

When I gently put my hand on the lower abdomen where my life would reside, that just makes me feel warm. I was just starting to give up somewhere in my heart that during my three years of marriage, the accident, combined, the child might no longer want it, and I was really happy with this tour.

At that moment, the fluttering body floats. It seems that at some point Mr. Leanhardt was holding me up to the gap that I'm impressed with again. Not long after surprise, I had eyes to eyes with Mr. Leenhardt, who moistened his eyes so much that he was about to cry out now.

"I want to dream... Thanks, Layla, really..."

"Hehe, I haven't done anything to thank you yet. Everything is going to happen."

"So is that...... oh I wonder what to prepare from. Want to go see the cradle now?

"As I said earlier, it's just a matter of taking your time because it's the next spring that you're born."

"Next spring...... can't wait. I need to think of a name."

Mr. Leanhardt walked around the church restlessly somewhere, holding me up. It's kind of a fresh feeling because I wasn't expecting to see a new side of Mr. Lenhardt at this time of year when I'd been married for three years.

"I wonder if I'll have a child who inherited Layla's flax hair"

"For one thing, I really like Mr. Leanhardt's dark hair, so I'm glad he was born with dark hair"

"That's more likely...... My house seems to have a stronger brunette trait, and I can only have brunettes for generations."

So will Charlotte's, Mr. Leanhardt laughs. Sure, I never tried to be conscious, but both of Mr. Charlotte's children have dark hair.

"Oh, you look forward to it. Will there be more new families in that mansion..."

Mr. Leanhardt muttered those words in a manner he still said was comfortable with his dreams. I'm sure you'll be too busy to imagine, but when I think of this little future of life I've lived in anew, that's all I feel warm about.

"In the meantime, even tomorrow, Charlotte will ask you what you need to be ready for by the time you give birth. Leila's resting."

"Heh heh, I kind of felt like Mr. Leanhardt would keep me worried until I gave birth"

Wouldn't it be time for his overprotective affection to be unleashed without this? Charlotte's face seemed to float, staring at Mr. Leanhardt with a frightened eye, and she laughed when she accidentally shrugged.

"There's nothing wrong with worrying too much, is there?... Well, if Leila hates me, I don't have an ex or a kid, so if she doesn't, I want you to say it right away."

"I've always told you there's nothing you don't like about Mr. Leanhardt."

At this rate, Mr. Leanhardt is likely to be overprotective to his belly child as well. That already makes my face burn from now on to the taste of happiness so sweet that I can imagine Mr. Lenhardt adoring my children as much as I want to eat them.

"I think Leila's spoiling me, too."

Mr. Leanhardt started walking towards the church door when he grinned and accidentally snatched my lips.

"Shall we stay home today?"

"Ko, are you staying like this?

"You can't let your weighty wife walk you home. Besides, there's nothing you don't like about me, is there?

"Ya, I did say that..."

I feel like I've been hit by something. I couldn't possibly make a foreword withdrawal, and most importantly, I didn't think Mr. Leanhardt would let me down at this rate.

"... no way, travel is always in this form until this future birth, right?

"What do you think?

When Mr. Leanhardt's grin deepens, the market is set when he mostly gets a bad feeling. Mr. Leanhardt could really do it.

This was one more deepening thought for Mr. Lenhardt, who, while preparing himself in his heart for the likelihood of needing Mr. Charlotte's help, would turn his love to drowning unchanged.