“Tsk.”
Ryan finally revealed the truth. It was more like being kicked out than talking.
“…Tsk.”
Ryan sat on the windowsill in the hallway, keeping a minimal distance from the two people.
“It’s not fair.”
As she muttered to herself, her true feelings came out.
Yes, His Majesty was not fair. It seemed like someone who didn’t know the word fair at all.
The person who monopolized His Highness’ night was Her Highness. Then shouldn’t he be with someone else during the day?
Should she really give him a hint like that and make him leave on his own?
If she had just counted the number of bats she had caught yesterday, His Majesty should have given her a reward. It was too rude to kick him out like this.
“I haven’t even finished bragging yet.”
Actually, this was something that even Ryan didn’t understand, but after getting the Sword Aura, he strangely wanted to keep making excuses and hanging around Lasilia.
She liked looking at those purple eyes through the Sword Aura. Seeing the colors that were so similar to mine made her heart feel warm. She felt proud and a little touched.
“What’s unfair?”
Serven’s voice suddenly rose from the steps.
It wasn’t that surprising. She had already sensed Serven climbing the wall.
“There is something like that.”
Serven clicked his tongue as Ryan spoke calmly without changing her posture.
“You don’t even pretend to be surprised anymore.”
“I’m not surprised. What’s going on? You’re busy.”
At those words, Serven grabbed the window frame and hung on, crying.
“Isn’t that too much? I know you volunteered to be the personal escort of Her Majesty the Empress, so I’m busy. I can also be a slacker.”
“You’re out of your mind. Is it true that the Chief of the Imperial Guard just said slacker? Where did you get that rotten talk from? Can’t you go back right now?”
Ryan wasn’t intentionally making a sarcastic joke; she was serious.
Serven, who was taken aback, made a shaky expression.
“You… are saying something that is very unbecoming of you, do you realize that?”
“There’s no such thing as being a guard or not. Stop talking and go back. Or should I let you go down?”
Serven flinched when he said he’d let you go down, because it sounded like he’d step on your finger and make you fall down there.
“No, come on. Let’s just rest for a moment. Aren’t you a slacker right now?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s annoying.”
Ryan made a genuinely unpleasant expression.
“I am a person who is ready to guard Her Majesty the Empress without resting for even a single second.”
“But why is my eyes like this…”
“Shut up.”
Ssut!
Ryan lifted the sword he was holding upside down and playfully drew the outside of the window frame where Serven was hanging.
Again, it was the handle of the sword, and it didn’t seem like he was using any strength.
Crunch!
“Ssut!”
However, part of the window frame was cut off, and Serven almost fell down.
Serven, hanging with one hand, climbed over the window, looking pale.
“As a human being, you… If you are a Sword Master, shouldn’t you inform the other person when you use your Aura? There is such a thing as consideration for the weak.”
“If you know that you are weak, shouldn’t you be more careful when you talk?”
Serven shook his head.
“You must be really upset because your mouth is getting dirty. What on earth is going on?”
“I don’t know… damn it.”
Ryan, who had been trying to ignore Serven, changed his mind. Serven realized that so quickly.
“Why, what is it?”
“…Your Majesty the Empress.”
“Huh. Your Majesty the Empress?”
“It seems like there are too many people around.”
“Hmm…?”
Serven tilted his head.
“Is that sarcasm? After sending away all eight maids, you only have one maid to serve you, the first maid?”
“Oh, is that so?”
“That’s right.”
This time Ryan tilted her head.
“But why is it that you and I are so rarely alone? Think about it. When you and I were His Majesty’s personal guards. Didn’t you just stare at His Majesty’s face like that?”
“Because His Majesty didn’t look for His Majesty the Empress at that time.”
“Oh, that’s right. That’s right.”
Ryan curled the corners of his mouth.
“Your Majesty the Empress is real now… Well, that’s still unfair.”
Serven looked at her for a moment and asked.
“Ryan. Are you talking about His Majesty when you say it’s unfair? I know you’re not a very strict person, but wouldn’t it be disrespectful to do that to His Majesty?”
Ryan twitched his nose as if Lescal could hear that much.
“The Phoenix hates other birds.”
“That’s right.”
She didn’t know when she heard the story about Pipi mercilessly kicking the head of a pigeon that had landed on Lasilia’s lap.
“I thought that was normal at the time.”
“But?”
“I feel sorry for you now.”
He never thought he would feel sympathy for the pigeon.
Serven simply patted Ryan on the shoulder at those words that seemed understandable.
“But Her Majesty the Empress wouldn’t let you get off her lap.”
“She’s too kind for that.”
“Yeah. So it’s okay, right? At least one person is fair.”
“Is it okay…?”
Ryan muttered, resting his chin on his knees.
She shouldn’t be thinking like this, but she wished that at least one or two monsters would show up.
If he flashed his sword aura and easily dealt with the monsters, Her Majesty the Empress might realize the need for a personal guard right by his side. And, thoughts often became seeds.
* * *
“This is not good, Your Majesty.”
Lasilia felt a little uncomfortable.
Anyone could tell that it was Lescal chasing Ryan away.
Ryan passionately argued that he should not stay away because he never knew when or where a threat involving a monster or a demon might appear.
Lescal sent Ryan away, saying that it was his job to not miss such a threat.
Ryan’s expression, which was forcibly leaving the truth, looked so gloomy that Lasilia felt sorry for some reason.
“…Are you in trouble? Why?”
Lescal seemed to have no idea.
“Ryan is excellent. It doesn’t matter whether we’re in the same room or the next.”
“Sir Sigress thinks differently.”
“That’s just talk.”
“How do you know that?”
“That’s…”
“Beep.”
Lescal slowly rolled his eyes, and Pipi turned her head away for no reason to pretend not to know.
It was even more suspicious that they were doing the same thing.
“No matter how much I think about it, it seems like you’re using practice as an excuse, Your Majesty.”
When Lasilia cut him off, Lescal’s lips turned up.
“Why do you think it’s an excuse? You were the one who said we needed to practice.”
“Because this is not the right time.”
“What does the time matter?”
“Your Majesty, I still have work to do.”
“Beep beep.”
Pipi flew around and asked what he meant by practice.
“It’s noisy. Be quiet.”
“Beep?”
“You don’t know.”
That was proof that it was not the right time.
“Look. It’s not time for Pipi to sleep yet. You can send Sir Sigress out by order, but you can’t do the same to Pipi.”
“Beep! Shh!”
Pipi nodded vigorously, saying it was obvious.
He said that if he didn’t want to, no matter what he did, he couldn’t be kicked out of this room.
“…I didn’t necessarily want to practice right now.”
Lescal lowered his voice as he brushed his hair back.
“Even if that’s all I’ve been thinking about lately, I didn’t want to embarrass you from this moment on.”
“…”
It was a talent to look so gloomy just by brushing his hair back and lowering his voice a little.
“I just wanted to be alone with you. We couldn’t last night.”
It was almost morning when there weren’t any bats in sight.
Of course, Lasilia couldn’t sleep at all either. Then, when she blinked and closed her eyes, Lescal came by.
She felt Lescal staring at her face in her sleep.
When she told him to stop sleeping, Lescal disappeared after a while.
“I wanted to be with you when you opened your eyes, but the timing kept getting off.”
Lescal washed up and Lasilia washed up. I tried to change my clothes and have breakfast with her, but Lasilia had already eaten breakfast in the bedroom.
Until the pigeon appeared, their schedules continued to be in disarray.
“Why did you just disappear in the morning?”
Lasilia tapped the sofa, and Lescal stared intently at her.
Lasilia tapped the sofa again. Then Lescal tilted his head and came closer.
“…Is this right?”
“Yes. Come a little closer.”
“Is that okay? …I thought you were angry.”
“Maybe. So I think we should get closer.”
“…Something is a bit strange.”
Even though he thought it was different from his usual way of thinking, Lescal did not miss the opportunity. He came closer and pressed his body against her.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes. I think it’s just right.”
Lasilia nodded at Lescal.
“Now answer me. Why did you just disappear in the morning? If you wanted to be together, that would have been the most appropriate time.”
“Because I’m sure I’ll wake you up.”
Lescal sighed and rested his forehead on Lasilia’s shoulder.
“As I said, ever since you said practice, that’s all I can think about. Even if I didn’t want to wake you up, I would have.”
“Can’t I wake you up?”
“No. Because you’ll get angry.”
She didn’t seem to get angry that often, but to Lescal, she seemed like a different person.
“I don’t think I’ve ever gotten angry in front of Your Majesty.”
“Oh… is that so?”
“Yes.”
Lescal carefully placed his hand on Lasilia’s arm.
“Then correct me. I was just worried that you, who don’t get angry often, might get angry.”
“That would have been okay.”
“How can I guarantee that?”
Lescal shook his head while resting his forehead on hers. Then he stopped moving and quickly raised his head.
His golden eyes were hot.
With their eyes locked, Lescal slowly pushed Lasilia’s body back. As he pushed without resistance, he ended up lying down on the sofa.
“You were sleeping like this,”
The spacious couch was tight, but it provided enough space for the two of them to lie down.
Lescal placed Lasilia between his arms and leaned over her.
“If I hadn’t gone back in that situation…”
Lescal began to speak slowly.
At first, he thought his speech was slow, but soon it became as fast as a whisper.
“…I would have done this.”
Lescal’s lips then descended to the nape of her neck.
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