- Olivier.
"Long time no see. The Duke of Lüdiger contacted me, so I picked him up. Come on, get in the carriage. Let's go home to the mansion."
The fiancée's voice I haven't heard in days gives me comfort and peace of mind in my ears.
I'm sure it's not my fault that I feel so far apart that I'm under the illusion that I haven't seen you in a long time.
"Come on, get in."
"Oh, yes."
Looking at her fiancée's face, she says a little grumpy. I just realized that I was in a bad mood.
Why, wondering, I decided to get in the carriage for now.
"I was worried."
When you lower your hips to the facing shape, the carriage moves. Then Olivier groaned in a blaming tone, as she glanced softly.
"Excuse me. I know you're asking, but I didn't expect you to be dealing with anything other than cannibals. Because my outlook was sweet."
"I'm not. What I'm trying to say is, why didn't I hear anything from you?"
"Oh......"
I had a point about why Olivier was grumpy.
I was worried. I was conscious. But Hugo and Pfile were completing it on their own because they were telling them they were safe.
"Oh, no. Call me when you're safe. Borrow a demon or a letter, and it'll arrive in two days."
"Sorry to bother you. I took it personally that I wish I was telling you that I was safe. I was due back today, and, uh, I'm sorry."
Excuses - when you speak your heart without lying or falsehood, you apologize because you have been stared at with a sharp eye.
I can't resist Olivier when he gets angry. Is it your fiancée's weakness or something else?
"Totally. But I forgive you because I came home safe as a result. I forgive you for asking so many questions, but you're going to be tired today."
"hahaha...... thanks"
Probably will be asked a lot of things later. Before we do that, we have to catch Pfile and stop talking.
The fact that Lily and Ernesta warmed me up half naked, though my life was in danger, would be a great councillor if it came from a third party to Olivier's ear.
I don't hide it, but at least I have to tell it out of my own mouth. That's what I'm doing, on my knees, apologizing.
"... that's unusual, I can't believe you laugh like you're deluding something. Could something have happened over there?
"Oh, that's not true."
Olivier, as if she had seen through her heart, had a strong voice.
I'm uncomfortable getting gaze. It makes me wonder how good it would be if I could jump out of the carriage. In fact, it's possible, but I'm afraid of the rest, so I can't.
My fiancée sighs loudly,
"I wonder. Well, fine. I just said I wouldn't ask you now, so let's do it tomorrow. I'll make sure you hear me then."
"Please be gentle"
He missed me this time.
More and more powerful. Sometimes I get tired of dealing with older fiancées than fighting. But this interaction gave me the feeling that I had returned to the king's capital, no, Olivier.
"I just want you to know one thing."
Waiting for a snort, my eyes peeking at Jared, hitting and changing and anxious like before.
"Are you sure you're okay now?
My hand is gently extended and my thin fingers touch Jared's cheek.
I took her hand and smiled and showed it to reassure her.
"I'm fine. Don't worry so much."
"I can't. 'Cause you're fighting for your life, how can I not worry?
Olivier, who laid down her eyes, let her shake her body wondering if she would ever cry again. But I didn't even spill tears in my temper.
"I've decided to believe in Jared. As your fiancée to become a court magician, I'm ready. But I'm anxious, and I'm worried."
Her strong emotions are transmitted as a wave of words.
"I thought my heart would stop when I heard Jared fell. If anything, what should I tell your family… I was anxious, anxious, and I could do something about it."
"I'm sorry."
All I could do was apologize.
At the same time, I am delighted that Olivier was showing me about myself, though carelessly.
"Promise."
Olivier asks.
- Don't lose again.
The words are short, but there's not much to see how much thought she had in them.
Jared, who received Olivier's wish to worry about his fiancé,
"Don't worry. You'll never lose again."
I make promises for her, too.
As Pfile told me the other day, losing is no longer acceptable.
There should be no more excuses for the battle being halfway through or for enemies appearing where they are exhausted.
- Win. That's all.
I will not repeat my lethargy again. Because fighting and losing only makes Olivier anxious.
"Olivier, I promise. I will never lose again."
"Promise?
"Absolutely."
I never lose because I don't want to grieve her again. No matter what enemies appear, they will return to Olivier victoriously.
I held my fiancée's hand and swore to myself.