Love Letter From The Future

3. Dragon’s Eye, Human Mind (15)

The world of a girl in love changes completely.

There were no exceptions to this truth. Of course, so was Emma.

A month ago, Emma fell in love with a man. Since then, her daily life has changed so much.

It was around the time the final exams were over.

Emma, who had been buried in books all day, finally found time. Originally, he might have paid more attention to alchemy formulas or potion formulas.

But lately, there were more times when Emma was lost in her thoughts in the workshop.

She usually had only one object in her mind.

Ian Percus, a man who was once a friend and now Emma’s first love.

He was also the benefactor who saved her life from the brink of death. He was the man who saved the seriously injured woman by offering the corpse of a demon worth over 10,000 gold as an offering.

The memory of waking up from a coma and meeting the man for the first time would come to mind. Every time that happened, Emma’s breasts thumped as if they were out of order.

Emma cried that I wasn’t worth it, that I was just a little commoner girl. But Ian showed no signs of remorse.

On the contrary, the voice that told me to live and be happy didn’t seem to have any selfishness.

The man was sincere. Maybe that’s why, Emma also became sincere from that day on.

I truly fell in love with Ian.

It was the moment when a man suddenly appeared in Emma’s life, who had been confined to a workshop and preparing a new potion.

From that day on, Emma’s way of thinking changed completely.

In the past, whenever she brewed a potion, she would consider economics.

Even though scholarships come out at the academy, Emma was always living a tight life because she was from a commoner.

For her, potions were the only means of livelihood. This was the reason why he had no choice but to consider the cost of materials whenever he made a potion.

But not anymore.

Emma wanted to help Ian. Waking up and sleeping, I was so preoccupied with such thoughts that I couldn’t even pay attention to the rest.

Her status was low, and she had no money because she was the daughter of a poor herbalist. At least he had a pretty appearance, but there were women around him who were just as good as him.

Right now, Celine and Seria are called the two flowers of the 2nd year swordsmanship department.

There was only one devotion Emma, so unassuming, could show Ian.

Alchemy was her only specialty.

Emma studied numerous reagents and wondered which potion would be more helpful to Ian. As a result, the material cost leaked out, but it didn’t matter.

Rice is enough to starve. If there was no money, it was enough to endure the inconvenience as if there was no money.

But not Ian. I didn’t know anything else, but I couldn’t give up my dedication to him.

Emma thought Ian needed to be treated a little better.

I wanted to be in a better place, to be treated better, to eat better, to sleep in a better bedroom. For this, Emma was willing to sacrifice her daily life.

Emma’s heart was always the same. I always sincerely hoped that Ian would do well.

If I could give up the insignificant life of a commoner girl for him, I was willing to do so. That much Emma loved Ian.

First love was so blind.

Even so, Emma was a devoted character.

When Ian went out on a training mission, he sighed anxiously every night.

She was exhausted with regret that she might have been hurt somewhere, and that it would have been nice if she had given her a little more potion.

Then, I heard that Ian had single-handedly subdued Mine. That day, Emma was in a really good mood.

However, Ian, who was brought to the academy, was seriously injured and passed out. Seeing this, Emma’s face turned pale.

There was no time to be bored every day. Every little news about Ian brought Emma back and forth between heaven and hell.

So it was inevitable that Emma had been depressed lately.

I never thought I would touch the princess.

Emma trusted Ian. He must have had a good reason. I didn’t think he provoked the princess with a bad heart.

Still, it was difficult for Emma to overcome her depression. On the contrary, thinking that there was no fault of Ian made my heart feel even more stuffy.

Ian must have done nothing wrong, but the whole academy was swearing at him.

What the hell do you think you know about Ian?

Not too long ago, they were the ones who praised him loudly, claiming that he had single-handedly subdued Mine. But in just one day, he changed his attitude like flipping the palm of his hand.

I was angry. I inadvertently put strength into my hands as I sliced the ingredients.

Even if she tried to pretend nothing was wrong, whenever she heard people around her slander Ian, Emma was in a bad mood.

If she was not the person involved, I couldn’t even imagine how difficult it would be for Ian now.

Emma’s heart ached when she thought of Ian, who was silently enduring all sorts of serious injuries. I was upset and wanted to comfort him somehow.

So Emma was making lunch boxes.

Recently, living expenses are tight, so I can’t treat expensive meals, but I was wondering if I could give comfort at least if I served them elaborate dishes.

It was Emma who grew up under a widower and took care of the house since childhood. Her culinary skills were trustworthy, and she soon had a delicious chicken soup.

Phew, a sigh of relief escaped Emma’s lips. Her hand stroked her chest. I was worried because it’s been a long time since I cooked it, but when I smelled it, it wasn’t bad.

All that was left was to find the man she loved.

The thought of meeting Ian already made Emma’s heart race. I also overlapped myself preparing a lunchbox with great care, and the wife preparing a meal for her husband.

Of course, it was a vain delusion. Soon, a bitter smile came to Emma’s lips.

It was heartbreaking to dream of marrying an aristocrat despite being a commoner. So, even if I fell in love, I promised not to fall for a nobleman.

I didn’t really know what the world was like. Emma thought so and transferred the soup into a thermos.

In the basket prepared in advance, a thermos bottle of soup was placed. And the potion bottles piled up on top of it, all made by Emma for Ian.

When the basket was full, Emma was satisfied and prepared to leave. I didn’t know where Ian was staying now.

If you still can’t find it, leave it in the dormitory. It was such a light-hearted outing.

But I never thought it would be a fight, and Emma’s eyes flashed with embarrassment.

In fact, there have been several recent attempts to bully Emma for being friendly with Ian. Emma avoided the seat every time that happened.

After all, Emma was just a commoner girl. It was ambiguous to prowl here and there to torment her. Although rumor has it that she is Ian’s dearest.

Even so, for nobles, commoner girls were nothing more than a one-night stand. There was no need to bother with going to Emma.

However, it was the time when some people were eager to take care of their hands properly if they met one day.

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Just in time, Emma caught the eye of a group of aristocrats.

A group of about five or six approached Emma. The sound of giggling was already ominous.

I could tell just by looking at the clothes made with the luxurious fabric. They were female students of a status that could not be compared to Emma.

Inadvertently intimidated, Emma lowered her eyes.

Commoners and nobles, the difference in status was evident everywhere.

Even in the academy it was the same.

When Emma dared not make eye contact, the aristocratic girls seemed to be in a good mood. A cruel smile crept across their lips.

One of the girls came forward and asked Emma.

“Hey, are you that ‘Emma’?”

After thinking about it for a while, Emma quickly chose to avoid the seat.

Responding to them one by one would only make things difficult for her. However, there was someone who stood in the way of Emma, who was about to move on.

She was one of the aristocratic female students. she giggled and asked Emma.

“Ian, I heard that idiot paid over 10,000 gold to buy your girl… It’s smooth, though I don’t know if it will be 10,000 gold.”

It was a sudden insult. Emma’s face flushed with shame.

Her shoulders soon began to tremble.

The humiliation was also an insult, but more than anything, I hated it so much that Ian was denounced as such a person.

A look of hostility flashed in Emma’s eyes.

However, with no fighting skills and a status of just a commoner, she had no means to counter the aristocratic female students. A giggling sneer ensued.

“It has an ankalzin taste… By the way, what are you going to do?”

“What can a commoner do? It just stares.”

It was as it was said.

Emma felt miserable, but she had to chew her lips and make up her mind.

Even if they were angry, there was a high possibility that things would turn out the way they wanted. For now, avoiding the seat was the first priority.

“… … Ladies, let’s go.”

“Who do you want?”

Although it was Emma who conveyed her intention in a small way, the aristocratic female students showed no sign of backing down.

Rather, it was just a more crooked smile. There was a subtle delight in their eyes surrounding Emma.

The joy of bullying the weak as a group, how sweet.

Low human nature was fueling the aristocratic female students. A little more, more trouble.

“It’s pitiful, it’s pitiful… Honestly, isn’t he innocent? How could I have known that bastard Ian would dare to touch Her Highness, the princess?”

“Then, would you like to take a look?”

As if coming up with an interesting idea, one of the girls raised a corner of her mouth. All eyes, including Emma, turned to her.

“Should we bully a commoner girl out of shape? just say it like this ‘Ian Percus is an idiot who doesn’t know the subject, and his family is a group of country folk with no roots.’ Then I’ll let you pass.”

Of course, Emma didn’t want to do that. She had never dared to curse Ian, even in her imagination.

Emma tried to take another step. However, the aristocratic female students seemed to have no intention of letting her go.

“Tak,” said Emma’s shoulder.

“Hey, commoner… do what you say? Your father, an herbalist? Even if a knight from my family passed by and killed him, no one would know.”

“What do you need to go all the way to the article? Will it be over even if the enlisted soldier goes?”

It was a point of entry.

Now, he was openly threatening him with his identity. Of course, it was a violation of school rules, and in severe cases, it was a problem that could lead to expulsion.

But none of the aristocratic female students who flirted like that feared punishment. According to the academy’s old custom, there were only a handful of cases in which commoners accused nobles.

Even if they did report it, it was enough to retaliate later.

As they say, it was a world where no one cared if at least one herbalist was killed. Knowing this fact better than anyone else, Emma’s body trembled.

I was upset. This reality of being threatened with the life of the only family member for the sole reason of being a commoner.

They were even insulting the man Emma loved. I was so sad and angry that I was on the verge of tears.

Whether Emma did it or not, the girls’ mockery continued.

“… … What is it? Is that low-ranking noble even your prince?”

“Do you want me to follow you? ‘Ian Perkus is an idiot who doesn’t know the subject, and his family is a group of country folk with no roots.’”

Emma’s pale green eyes narrowed coldly.

I tried to be patient, but I couldn’t stand it at all. Emma could have been criticized.

Because he was a commoner, but not Ian.

He was more aristocratic than anyone else. Only the pattern of doing mean things based on his status was not a person worthy of being reviled by nobles.

The clenched fists trembled. A terrifying look froze in Emma’s eyes.

“… … Absolutely hate it!”

Those were Emma’s first words of rejection.

However, upon hearing that, the female students only giggled as if they knew it.

A female student blocking Emma’s way stepped forward. And as he got close to Emma, her hand cut through the air.

Pair, a resounding sound.

White sparks flew in front of Emma’s eyes. When she came to her senses, Emma was already lying face down on the ground. Her gaze landed on the basket that fell far away.

Potion bottles were pouring down. The same was true of a thermos bottle of chicken soup.

Everything was made for Ian.

Emma’s works are made by skipping meals and saving money somehow even in the tight housekeeping.

However, even that was nothing more than an insignificant thing in the eyes of aristocratic female students. One of the girls, giggling and laughing, pointed to the basket.

“Hey, I wondered where the medicine smell came from… What, did you mean to give it to that lowly noble?”

Emma’s hand went to the basket with a blank look. However, the girls acted faster.

It was the girl who slapped Emma. Without thinking, she tried to reach for the basket.

But the next moment.

“Where to take a look, see… peel… … ?”

Push, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

The pupils of the female students became dumb. I stretched out my arm, but it wasn’t there. Where her arm used to be, only a fountain of blood gushed out.

oh, i can’t do this

The girl’s gaze, unable to comprehend the situation for an instant, scanned the ground.

Her arm was rolling over it.

And from the side, a hand ax that had been dug into the ground before anyone knew it.

“Uh, ah, uh… … .”

A terrified voice escaped from the mouth of the girl who had suddenly lost her arm.

I didn’t even realize it. None of the female students noticed until the hatchet flew in and severed her arm.

It meant that the skill gap was so obvious.

“Kyaa! my, my arm… Arms!”

The female student screamed at the fierce pain that came only then. As I sat down on the spot, I traced the traces of my missing arm starting from the shoulder blade with my remaining arm.

It was a brutal sight.

Not only the female students, but even Emma’s eyes widened.

He still seemed unable to comprehend the situation.

A low voice came from behind them as they looked at the sobbing female student in a daze.

“… … hey.”

He was a man with impressive black hair. His golden eyes floated in the air.

A burning desire to kill pierced his heart like an awl.

“What are you guys doing?”

Spiritual ax throwing skills, violence applied without hesitation, eyes glistening with murder.

All of those elements pointed to one man, and the girls stopped breathing for a moment.

It was Ian Percus.