It Seems like He Is Trash According to the Rumors.

"I was surprised when you showed up saying you were a fiancée candidate.

The same platinum blonde's glossy hair, clear, empty eyes as that one. "

"... Dear Filmelia..."

Angry eyes that shoot me through.

Words told me to transfer my gaze to my hair and eyes and throw up and throw away.

What are you talking about?......... who the hell are you talking about?

I was so desperate to notice the answer that I could easily reach as I stared into her eyes.

"... Torneo, not yet"

Master Elle stares at the ceiling.

No response. Besides, he was clearly irritated.

"I didn't know. I wonder why she was married to you.

Besides, the color looks just like that one, but the face is that woman herself.

We'll find out soon enough, who and whose children, huh?

From the beginning, I hated it. That woman who stood out in the social world more than this me. But in the midst of the country aristocracy. "

"Shut up."

......... Master Elle wasn't the only one who was resented.

Master Elle wasn't the only one targeted for his life over the right to inherit the throne.

Just because you're his fiancée didn't mean you were after your life.

Did he know, did he know and did it like he was all involved, did he know and did it all his fault?

The lowly grunting voice of Lord Elle was so murderous that even I was not directed at me.

She resented it. About me, about my mother.

Me, the presence of me.

In the first place, even being born.

"How could it not have been me? How could you not be queen?

How could the king's mother be imprisoned?

How come I'm not the one next to him? Why didn't he choose me...

How so? "

"Come here now. Or I'll stop this woman from breathing."

Master Elle yells at the room again.

The two had no more conversations.

Nor was Master Filmelia in a situation where she was already likely to be able to calm down and have a conversation.

"I hate you, I hate you, too, that woman! I hate, hate, hate your existence! You just have to disappear!

The flipped scream echoes.

Master El and Master Filmelia moved at the same time. If you think that Master Filmeria threw something at me, I was hitched behind me to shelter him, and the sound of water and something, a high sound, split my ear.

Moving his nose and gaze with a body that was surprised and immobile, Elle's robe, blocked to shelter before me, was soaking wet.

This sight, I feel like it's happened before.

The difference is that there are scattered chips of crushed pottery at your feet.

As he quickly took off his robe, he turned to me with fragments on his feet.

"Excuse me."

I am quickly stripped of my coat and exposed to cold outside air.

I was made pale without time to shout, and I was just flabbergasted.

I didn't think being denied being born was such a spirit-cutting thing.

He was very flat.

I mean, I'm really used to it.

Has that been said for a long time?

"I'm sorry, I flew a little on my coat. I don't know what's in that liquid. It's better not to wear it."

"... ah"

I finally figure things out when they say that with a serious face.

Teacup... no, it's the pot one from that amount of tea.

Lady Filmeria threw me, and then Lady Elle took refuge in me.

Thank you... and to me I snapped small

"... it's not like being thanked," he said, looking like he chewed up a bitter bug.

Even indoors, the outside air is still cold.

Master El quickly checks me in the open light purple dress of the decorteline for injuries with a serious look.

Never touching it, it still intolerably lost sight of being watched at close range.

All of a sudden, I gave him a terrible look when I wondered if Master Elle had struck his tongue.

To me he apologized unchanged.

"... slow!

"You can't help it - you don't have to worry. He said if the king was about to get hurt, he'd come out on the boulder.

There's a lot going on over here, because His Majesty and the King just say much-- I don't like it. "

The scorched brown twirling hair I had accustomed to wandering ahead had already restrained Master Filmeria.

Elle, who earlier manifested his anger, did not even give him a gaze without answering his words.

Again, he sighs haha when he showed up at some point.

Amazingly light she had been caught.

There seems to be no resistance either.

Why is he here, capturing Master Filmeria?

The servants of the Rufus family's territory are so relieved, they talk to their former princes, and their heads really don't follow their stories about His Majesty, the king who did it, what they did.

I was even confused by the twirling situation and its very unswallowable content.

I'm not that smart, and I can't be so calm.

Because I am never perfect or brilliant.

Is this it?

In this way, in this way, is it over?

I'm not sure, but what His Majesty wanted must have come true.

Besides, Master Elle and I are alive.

Now, finally, it's over...

I can't really feel it. When I was in Wang Capital, I didn't even realize that my life was being targeted, or knew it, but the end was also very lame again.

It must mean something deeper than me if it comes from Lord Elle, and it must be the end of what I've been fighting for.

But he didn't see Master Filmeria anymore.

"Ah, let's go home -!

Towards me, who kept pounding, Torneo distorted his mouth greatly.

Torneo still laughs at me for not even being able to return the laugh.

"... Miss Altostella?

Suddenly, Master Elle spoke low.

That's faint. That's all I can hear by my side, and I was staring at Master Filmeria, who was in blatant restraint, yes? and made a dumb voice.

"King! Shall we go home?

"... What's this?

"This?"

After all, in a small voice that seemed to disappear, he said so and pointed at my neck with a trembling finger.

Tilt your neck. "I try to see this, but I don't even know if it's in a position I can't see for myself.

"Was it also an injury?

Make sure you have no pain at all, maybe you would have been hurt in some way, though I don't even remember myself.

I looked up because I did him and when I said that, my amethyst eyes swayed loosely.

I can shadow with my forehead. It didn't take my eyes off me.

The face that looks extremely serious also looks blue.

"Did they do something terrible, or didn't they?

……

"... then good"

With a hard voice he finally turned away when he saw me tilted his neck and took off his own jacket and wrapped it around me, wrapping the stall he had in my hand from above it.

El-sama's thermal jacket is very warm, but El-sama is a dress shirt.

I tried to give it back in a hurry, but I got stuck.

"Ohhhh! Shall we go home -!!

"annoying, I hear you"

"'Cause I'm gonna ignore you ~"

Torneo was restrained near the exit and took Master Filmelia, who leaned down heavily, standing.

Elle looked back at me, sighing at him like he couldn't help but want to go home soon.

"... go home"

"Yes."

A lot has happened. Too many things happened.

I can't sort out my emotions, I can't sort things out, I can't keep up with understanding.

I'm still not going to be able to do things in the past.

It was dark all over the mansion when I left the room.

There's nothing light, and of course I'm not alone with anyone.

Time is probably already midnight.

Me and Master El were silent as we arrived after Torneo, who proceeded with a bump grudge.

Walk in the dark without saying anything.

I went outside the mansion.

There was one simple, strange carriage stopping that seemed to be disputed by the black darkness.

When I stared, two people stood in dark cloaks and hoods.

One hand has a lamp.

Only that light floats in the pitch-black darkness where even the moon is hidden.

Torneo handed Master Filmeria over to the two of them. They quickly put Master Filmeria on the carriage.

Only once, Master Filmelia turned loosely this way, turning this way and laughing,... No, it looked like she laughed.

I felt a terribly distorted laugh illuminated by the lamp's unreliable lights.

Really, really just for a second.

I looked back to the unspeakable cold.

I tried to look back, precisely.

But that didn't come true.

Something pops me up and it fits into someone's chest.

"Your Highness!

Torneo screamed like he was in a rare hurry.

I gradually realize that the man who received me was Torneo in his own overhead voice.

Something moved for a while in the darkness, and something tall, called Karan, sounded like a fall, and eventually stopped moving.

Often, when I saw it, Master Elle was holding something back.

A slightly iron-like odor snorts.

I hear a deafening laugh from his feet.

"If you shiver, I will, they are frightened, I am not frightened, they are all his fault, even his fault."

"Shut up."

"I feel terrible because of him, because of him..."

That's what Lady Elle said, bending over and putting his hand around its neck, he quickly stopped hearing the voice.

I didn't know what happened.

I was confused and my head didn't work, and my body didn't move in fear at the words that were spouted like too many heterogeneous laughs and roars, but the voice sounded familiar.

I don't think so.

But I do have a feeling you'll be resented.

I managed to open my mouth in a breathtakingly tense atmosphere.

I wanted to understand what was going on.

But my throat tingled like a sticky one, and there was just a crackling noise.

Before he breathed, something moved again in the darkness and grabbed it, packing it into Master Filmeria's carriage.

And the carriage leaves with a faint sound.

It wasn't long.

"... you're negligent in your duties"

"I'm sorry, sir"

He uttered a voice like Torneo had never heard while supporting me in Lord Elle's hard voice.

I doubt if it is truly the voice of Torneo, but there are only three of them here, so if it is not me or Master El, it would be Torneo.

Slowly Master Elle approaches.

Torneo knelt down when he slowly let me go and made sure I stood properly.

"Dear Ellein Waldorf von Natfir, Any disposition..."

"... who is that? Tell Victor that.

Instead, I want Miss Altostella delivered to the Isolte residence unharmed. "

…………

"I don't know what Victor says, but if you think it's bad for me, I want you to do that"

"But..."

"The other one arrived. I'll be fine."

"………… I understand."

After a long silence Torneo still had a hard voice.

It's like I gave up. And finally Elle smiled when she broke her rugged face.

Master Elle invites me to the carriage I came aboard with my hand drawn.

He was silent during this time, but when I sat in my seat, he gazed at me before closing the door.

His white skin and jewel-like eyes illuminate the blue and white light of the moon that finally begins to come out between thick clouds.

"Thank you so much, Miss Altostella.

Until now, I'm sorry I've been overloaded.

I wish you happiness. "

"............ Dear Elle?

It was the clearest, kindest smile I've ever seen.

That's what he says and closes the door.

Looks like a goodbye greeting.

Breakup here, not forever.

When I finally called my name, I frowned cuttingly, and still, laughed loosely.

"It's good to meet you. Thanks."

"Why,"

I don't know why, but the tears seemed to overflow.

Is it because Master Elle had eyes like a child who was about to cry and still laughed so beautifully?

Is it because he suddenly mentioned something he doesn't quite understand?

The carriage ran out.

Torneo, who was supposed to be swallowing, didn't say anything.

I hurriedly opened the curtains and looked back, but there are only shadows distracted and distracted by darkness.

And I quickly lost sight of that, too.