The Escape of Layla

That was one night when Leila came to the capital of the Illusion King, and it took about two months.

Even if they didn't show up one day, the two of us were going to spend some time together before we went to sleep, and that night and I took a trip to the couch in front of the fireplace to talk to Layla about no other love.

Leila often works on embroidery at this time. If you're working on it, I came to make some tea to give you a rest, but I just went around in front of the couch and stopped for a haul.

Leila was asleep trying to lean against the back of the couch.

Nature and cheeks loose in its unusual appearance. I placed the tea set on the table and then gently knelt on the floor, kneeling beside Layla.

I felt so relieved when I looked up and down my chest every time I stood my little sleep.

How wonderful it is that "you" are here alive. I feel like I can't describe any word.

I knelt down and gently took Leila's hand, and the white, thin fingertips had fine scratches by the way. I guess it's because I'm trying so hard to cook and chore under Charlotte's guidance.

I'm sure that would make my chest severely painful if Leila felt painful, but still, this wound seemed strange and loving if I thought it was a sign that Leila was trying to tame this city.

Only a new wound like the one cut with a knife is so painful, and whilst I take it personally, I gently mouth and heal magic.

You felt the pain the moment you touched her, Leila shook her shoulder tingly, but apparently not enough to wake up.

Gently move next to Layla and stroke her washed flax hair. Wrapped in a fluffy and sweet fragrance, I immersed myself in a gentle sense of well-being.

Speaking of which, Layla had sometimes knitted her hair, she casually took a long bunch of flax hair as it was.

Previously, in a casual conversation, Leila taught me the structure of three knitting. She deliberately explained it to me because I was staring at her.

Most of all, I was just in love with Leila's side rather than watching three knitting.

I'll gently knit my flax hair, thinking of what Layla explained to me. Glossy hair is hard to knit because it is hard to unravel as soon as it is done through a little force.

... When I lived in the king's capital of the kingdom as a duke's warrant, would I have tied up this long hair and wielded a poor grin on the king's prince and his nobles?

I'm sure Layla would have caught people's attention in any venue. He was the fiancé of Prince Wang, so there would have been nothing to be told, but he must have rocked the hearts of many and didn't stop.

When I imagined Leila dancing around with a light footing wearing a colored dress, I felt like I was not going to be dazzled. I don't know, Leila's world.

I've lived separately before, so I feel sorry for saying that it's normal to have something I don't know. I want to know anything about Leila.

"... n"

Unexpectedly, a grain of tears came out of a long flax eyelash gap, wondering if Layla had wandered lightly. Hit and change from earlier, not a very restful look.

Do you even have bad dreams? Let go of the three braids I was about to knit and gently touch Layla's cheek. A grain of tear like a pearl broke without a trace as soon as it touched my fingertips.

"Leila......"

I know as much about the nightmares Leila sees. The harsh education that has been going on since childhood, the engagement of cold parents, Prince Wang and his sister, all of which should still afflict her now.

I want to believe that this phantom king's capital hasn't been a factor in making her have nightmares, but after a moment, my very existence could be a nightmare, and one person gave me a self-derisive grin.

If Leila is having nightmares, I want to erase them now, but my magic just made me forget everything.

Hold Layla's sleeping shoulder gently and try to stroke her head so she can forgive you. I felt a sweet scent beside me, and I was about to get drunk with my sense of happiness and my thoughts about Leila.

I don't know about her parents who were able to treat Leila so poor and adorable cold. And Prince Wang. If you imagine a young Layla crying, there's nothing you can do about her anger.

I don't want Leila ever to cry again, hurt. I would have suffered enough to live by the time I got here. I really felt like I could do anything to protect Layla's smile.

I combed my flax colored hair to tangle in my fingers and breathed without feeling secure that Layla was in my arms. I can't help but scrape my cheeks straight over Leila's head.

I wonder if all that knowledge is packed in this little head and all the features that sustain Layla's life make it strange, honorable, and loving. I felt I could do this forever, thinking that the mild pulse transmitted, in particular, and the regular and repeated breathing were signs that Leila was alive.

It just makes me feel so full watching you sleep. I'm sure you don't know how disturbed I am when you wake up, laugh, and talk to me in that poor voice.

Lift Leila's hair gently with it tangled in her fingers, gently closing her eyelids, and dropping her mouth on its tips as she prayed.

—— Sleeping Your side is so beautiful because I, to you --.

"... Mr. Leanhardt?

If I opened my eyes all the way, Leila had blinked several times in her arms and looked up at this one. Apparently, it's awake.

"Leila...... sorry. I think I woke you up."

Zero a bitter laugh just to think of it, and Leila was surprised by the situation I was holding her in, shaking her flax eyes and then dyed her cheeks slightly.

"Um... I'm sorry. I fell asleep on the couch..."

"You were tired. I feel like I got something from seeing my pretty sleeping face."

"Also, already... say that again..."

As I softly combed my hair to forgive Layla, who dyed her cheeks more and more red, I was accidentally forced to grasp the fabric of my shirt with Layla's little hand attached to my arm.

"... Layla?

With that said, I was in tears. Are you still suffering from the remnants of the nightmare?

"... Did you even have a bad dream?

Speaking softly to calm Layla down, her flax eyes pointed this way and swayed wandering again. When she was also in love with that little gaze movement, Leila began to talk about the pounding and the content of her dreams.

"Yeah...... it was a very bad dream. I haven't been scared in a long time."

Leila leaves her gaze down, slightly blushing her expression. This seemed like a pretty bad dream. Do you mean the Duke's house? Or is it about Prince Wang and his sister?

As she casually combed Layla's hair and waited for the words to continue, she uttered unexpected words.

"It was a dream that Mr. Leanhardt would... go somewhere. I missed you so much, I was scared..."

I had also forgotten to breathe into Leila, who showed a frightening bare gesture from the bottom of her heart. I feel my pulse quicken slightly.

"So the first thing I saw when I woke up was Mr. Leanhardt, and I was very relieved.... It was a good dream."

Leila thought she had a poor grin all the time and kept her eyelids closed and softly deposited her weight. It's unusual for Leila to behave like this. Maybe that's all the remnants of my dreams are a sign that I'm pulling back.

... I can't believe you were in tears for fear that I would be gone.

That's a little too happy. I'm not supposed to be happy that Layla is crying, but I was desperate because it suppresses her mouth from about to burn.

"... there's no way I'm going anywhere without Leila."

Tell Leila softly as she hugged her, and Leila gave her some soft grin in her arms. Even that relief she shows is loving and slowly combs flax colored hair.

How long would I have done that as it was? Unexpectedly Leila looked up at this one in a slight panic after she caught an eye on the tea set on the table.

"Mr. Leanhardt, could you possibly have brewed me some tea? I'm sorry, I was just asleep... and it must have gotten cold."

"Never mind. If you want to drink it, I'll brew it again."

It hasn't been a long time, but it would have gotten pretty warm. If I stood up with my hands off Leila while I felt remorse, she immediately followed me back, too.

"I'm coming too."

There's no reason for Leila to say no if she wants to. Because it's decided that it's more fun for the two of us to do anything.

"... so let's even serve the cookies that Charlotte left behind"

"Right...... it's night, just a little"

Nature and this one cheeks loose on Layla, who laughs like lights.

"I need you to eat a lot and stay healthy"

"Hehe, this is still much more edible than when I was at the Duke's house."

The two of us walk out side by side in conversation with no other love.

We just need this happiness to last forever. One person smiled bitterly at words that were unlikely to be his wishes that should have cursed him of endless time.