It Seems like He Is Trash According to the Rumors.

As a result, nothing happened that day.

After that, I only managed to wipe away the moisture. When Miss Altostella and I returned to the hall, there was a mixture of aversion to the blatant curse and ridicule and a gruesome gaze asking this one.

Looks old to me.

I escort her with a gaping smile.

The hands wrapped in gloves were badly nostalgic and naturally tamed.

It's like when me and her were still fiancées.

In a deliberately noisy venue, we must have been a very good clown to play a part in the creation of the topic.

Stupid ex-prince and pathetic Duke's Lady.

That evaluation is partly where I came from, but I didn't intend to let Miss Altostella taste it for the rest of her life...

That's what we have together, it's gonna be so much fun.

Especially since my right half is stained with thin, blurry red and purple.

Altenrich managed to crawl out of the crowd when he was smiling and answering to scorn and ridicule.

As always, she seemed to have been caught by a high-rise oriented courtier, but her face, which also looked less like Miss Altostella's pity, still smiled gracefully.

"Sister, were you okay?

"Yeah, Liechten, you didn't have anything either? I'm sorry I left."

"I don't care about me.

That's more than enough, isn't it? Let's go home. "

Altenrich glanced at me only for a moment, but vividly, during the conversation between his sister and brother, who were exchanged in a whisper.

It could be called resentment, anger or jealousy. That seemed more sentimental than any gaze I would receive in this venue.

Just in case, maybe you're right.

Shortly after they said that.

Somehow the bat was bad and when I took my gaze off it was light, Miss Altostella's little hand got away from me.

Even a false smile and a false accompaniment were taken away in an instant. A painful sense of impatience and loss swells at it.

More importantly, I had a heartfelt aversion to myself, who had a great deal of burning jealousy towards Altenrich, even in this situation.

The two speak gracefully of their parting mouths, smiling and walking away from me, both desperate to approach the Duke's house and advancing to discredit Miss Altostella.

The dress with not too many empty decorations and the tie with Altenrich are the same color and the two are like a pair of beautiful dolls.

Dark blue and light empty eyes look at each other like they love each other. It was with me earlier. It doesn't look like a lady like an example because she sees it, it looks like she's been deposited somewhere in Altenrich.

I was desperate to pretend that I didn't notice, like I was burning myself.

A nail stabs me in the gripped hand.

I was in that position a few years ago.

I should have been there.

If it wasn't for one thing, I might have been the one with that eye.

It's what I wanted to let go of myself, but I didn't understand how I felt about her then.

How could I not have done more to face myself or her?

How can I only let her have those glazed eyes?

I chewed up the darkness that was about to be swallowed up and smiled, which mechanically got into my carriage as I followed them with my eyes.

I wonder what kind of eyes I would have had, whether I would have stared at Altenrich all the time, whether I would have followed Miss Altostella with an overwhelming look of envy, either way already, both...... whatever.

"Poor king, that's a nice shirt ~"

………

"with the color of your eyes now."

…………

"Why do you have such terribly cloudy eyes?

The familiar voice heard from the slow-running carriage was at the front.

I heard Torneo was sitting there.

Right, do I have those eyes now?

I blinked one to hide it from Torneo.

"Are you giving up? King."

".................. no,"

What did you decide not to let her die?

A long time ago.

Maybe it was a sense of duty back then, but that would never give way.

Whatever happens. Because it is no exaggeration to say that you have lived for it.

Maybe Master Filmeria lives up to this hatred for me.

That leaked a bitter laugh.

"The king needs to work so hard for the lady ~?

"... there are still things I can do."

"Until you hated me so much?

"You deserve it."

laughed in agreement that Torneo did ~ to a much accidentally leaked dry laugh.

Stop it, I'm pissed when you laugh at me for some reason.

"Nobody, you don't understand - the king"

"... no.

It was me who didn't know anything.

If all the danger leaves her, I'll leave her.

That must be the best thing for her.

I'm sure I shouldn't be by her side.

After that, Torneo's light mouth continued, but I returned most of it and it took me a few days to return to Hardist territory as well as the outbound route.

In the meantime, I never neglected to be alert to the carriage running in front, but for one, time to think was like a mountain.

Most of them did, except to have conversations with the people and conversations with Torneo, who come at random in occasional stopovers.

Whatever her words and those dark eyes are, I can't get them off my head.

For the first time in days, there is no sign of people in the mansion.

The desk in the office was still full of paperwork, but Zeke was nowhere to be seen.

There were no horses or jackets for him, so when I hit him wondering if he was even down to the realm, a run-written note was affixed to my bedroom door.

"... you want something good,"

Apparently, it's a hit.

I even feel like anger for some reason from that literal point of view.

I'm guessing he's even eating and drinking at some tavern these days.

Maybe we should consider the matter of Victor's stretching that letter as soon as possible...

It was an hour later that Torneo, who had just broken up, reappeared, and Miss Altostella safely arrived at the Isolte residence.

You look terribly pale. Oh, man, you should go to sleep fast. Now I think I can just kill people with my eyes. Oh, man, that sounds delightful. I like it. Run on my own and disappeared sometime.

We do not know whether Altenrich will stay or return to the King's Capital.

Untie the tie by removing the jacket for the dress and opening the button on the dress shirt.

I fell straight into bed and closed my eyes.

A lot of things run through my head. What happened at the night club, what isn't, really, a lot.

Most of them are about Miss Altostella, so I can't wait.

I wondered if I'd lost my mind after everything, something hot was about to come in and I took a deep breath and closed my eyes firmly.

My chest was painful. Already here, all the time.

More than when my real mother found out I wasn't loved, more than when I was about to be killed by Lady Filmeria the first time, more than when my family saw and pretended not to see any of that, more than when she told me she hated me on the day of the divorce, happily when she laughed beautifully.

Anyway, it was a long journey.