It Seems like He Is Trash According to the Rumors.

The carriage went really slowly.

Torneo seems to be paying considerable attention to me.

I was comfortable riding the carriage, although I wasn't feeling well, but I hadn't really ridden in over 2 years.

"... Miss Altostella, I'm sorry.

"... No, Master Elle, because you have a problem with my physical condition."

Master Elle, who sat across the street, anxiously rocks the amethyst.

I slowly answered that and closed my eyes.

It can never be said to be cool in the car and there are three of us on board, so it's subtly hot and bitter, but it's heaven compared to earlier when we were exposed to direct sunlight.

I wonder how long they've been oh, I don't know, but the two of them are kellow without sweat.

Is this still the move of those who live the tables of an intense and graceful aristocratic society, or have I just become too drawn and vulnerable?

Again, both?

... Oh, my God, it seemed too sweet.

"Sister... are you okay?

... I'm sorry... "

I kind of miss the dark blue that lays down my long lashes and creates shadows, and I can't help but laugh.

Sounds like not long after he came to the Rufus house, he was still following my sister around with my sister.

My brother, who raps absurdly and besides with poisonous tongues, has grown much bigger than me already, and has changed considerably since even two years ago when he used to go to Isolte in the same carriage, but Lichten seems to remain a cute Lichten.

My love crept up, and I'm fine, and when I stroked his cheek sitting next to him, Lichten shyly blushed her cheek and rubbed it off once, very rarely.

"... eh..."

Oh! Lying! Cute!

I can see it reflecting extensively on Lichten's sweet attitude, which rarely appears.

I feel better about the other half.

I feel like I'm feeling much better, too.

I heard a slightly breathtaking noise, but I don't care whose it belongs to.

'Cause usually you can fly, or you can start a theory, or you get beat down the worst.

"... are you guys always like that?

I remembered that there was a voice of Master Elle on the fence and he was across the street.

I wonder how sinful it would be to forget someone with such a presence.

"Yes, what?

"I usually try to stick with it more"

"... sticky?

As I leaned my neck, Lichten opened her mouth, and Elle slightly distorted her beautiful face and carved a wrinkle between her eyebrows.

It's kind of powerful and scary when Aesthetic looks like that, but I want you to be aware of it.

Dear Elle and Liechten.

"My servants tell me to leave my brother... but this is pretty good"

When I smiled bitterly and said so, the wrinkles between El-sama's eyebrows deepened.

His eyes are too sharp and even flames are likely to jump out of its vibrant amethyst.

And he's looking at me so much... I feel it.

Or what are you looking at if not me across the street within a narrow company? I want you to stop immediately because I am so scared.

Looks like it's not Lichten...

I couldn't resist, and when I took my gaze off not to be too obvious, my neighbor Lichten was leaking her breath and shaking her shoulder like she had bitten to death.

Are you not feeling well, are you feeling cold, what's wrong? Are you okay? He's in great shape when I ask him. and answered with a full smile.

That would be nice.

Then, although the car was wrapped in very heavy air and silenced (Lichten still shook his shoulders occasionally. Are you sure you're okay?) Thanks to this, I was able to rest and recover quite a bit.

I didn't like to be caught again by that overly sharp amethyst of Elle, but I wonder if his glorious face has regained the plain.