Obsessed with Regressors

“Julia.”

When Julia heard Lauren’s voice calling her, she put on a pleased look, then hesitated. Because she knew what she would ask. Although she was on vacation, she offered some classes at the academy. She was not part of the formal education curriculum, but it was because the interests of parents who wanted their children to learn various skills and teachers who wanted extra income were aligned. Of course, only those who applied could receive it, and since it was a class that many people shared, wealthy families ordered separate tutoring classes. So, most of the students there today came from families who had a passion for education but were not very wealthy.

“Did Lady Biscon contact you?”

As expected, Julia’s expression darkened when her friend asked about Eugenie. It’s been days since she went to Eugenie with Lauren and asked for her help. To be honest, she knew this would make Lauren drop her ridiculous plans to quit the academy and go on her night run. But Lauren says she has no intention of backing down. She asked Julia if she had heard from Eugenie. Each time, Lauren had no choice but to reply that she was still checking.

As soon as Lauren saw Julia’s expression, she knew what she was going to say. As expected, Julia said with a troubled expression.

“Well, I guess you’re still checking. I will go and ask you tomorrow.”

She knew she would. Her disappointment filled Lauren’s chest, but she brushed it off. From the beginning, Lady Biscon didn’t even expect it. She knew Lady Biscon. Not very well, but she came out a bit in her dreams.

And Julia too.

It was because of her guilt towards her that Lauren listened to Julia, who had been waiting for Lady Biscon to recognize her. Lauren didn’t know if she should tell Julia what she knew, and she hesitated. She had dreams of how her life would be in the future… And along the way, she also heard a little bit of the lives of the people around her. She had heard exactly. Because she didn’t have a life where she could hang out with the people she knew.

“Julia.”

Lauren carefully opened her mouth. She didn’t expect Lady Biscon’s help anyway. She had only now a chance to change her own life as she saw in her dream. But before that, she wanted to share her chance with Julia as well. Julia was the only one who took seriously that Lauren was afraid of her own dreams.

“I don’t know how learning to dance can be useful to us.”

At that time, she heard the grumbling of the lower graders who passed behind the two of them. So did Julia. She didn’t like to learn horseback riding or dancing or etiquette lessons during her vacation either. This was because her playtime was reduced.

“I know. It’s not like we can’t go to the prom.”

“You can go to prom at the end of the year when you are in the senior year.”

“Ah, what’s the use of a classic dance like this for a ball at the academy?”

The dance performed by men and women in social circles was more classical. In comparison, the prom held at the end of the school year at the academy was much freer. The prom held at the academy was an experience for students in case they go out into the social world after graduation. But she could tell it wasn’t very useful to Julia and Lauren. The academy’s ball and the socialite’s ball were different. It was only at the academy that people with outstanding looks or talent in a certain field became popular, but in the social world, title and money come first.

The most representative ones were Julia and Lauren. At the academy ball, Lauren was more popular, but at the socialite ball, Julia was more popular. Unlike Lauren, a fallen aristocrat, Julia had her father, who was the knight commander.

“My dad thinks I can marry a nobleman.”

Lauren and Julia looked at each other at the girl’s snort, saying it was nonsense. Both of them were listening to the story of her juniors with her mouth shut at some point.

If Lady Biscon had seen it, she would have said that it was rude to eavesdrop on other people’s conversations, but the two found the underclassmen’s stories very interesting.

“It must be difficult to become a noble paramour.”

Lauren’s face hardened at the lightly thrown story by one person. Soon after, another student responded.

“It might be better to be the paramour. At least they don’t worry about money.”

“That’s right. There are no burdensome obligations.”

The students burst into laughter as they shared stories that were half joke and half serious. Julia was dumbfounded, so she chuckled. Was there anyone among them who sincerely wanted to become a paramour? Only one immature child would think that way.

“When I become a paramour, the dance I am learning now will be useful.”

The other student’s sarcasm made her laugh even louder. At that time, Lauren, who had been listening silently with her hard expression, interrupted.

“Do you think you will be able to attend the prom when you become a mistress?”

The laughter of the students died down at the sudden interruption of her upperclassman. Lauren continued her words, looking at her juniors in a pitiful way.

“Wake up the dream. Which lunatic is inviting the paramour? If your master were such a human being to take you in, he would have married you rather than make you a mistress.”

“Lauren.”

Startled, Julia tried to stop Lauren, but she wouldn’t stop. A terrible dream settled in her head like a reality.

“You know what paramour is? It means you are less than human. No one treats you as an equal human being. You cannot have any of the basic human rights.”

What’s wrong with this person? Her juniors were bewildered by Lauren’s sudden barrage. Among them, a student who, as a joke, said that he would not worry about money once he became a paramour official, came forward.

“It might be better to live in a house that is less than human and eat good food and have good clothes, rather than starve as a human, right?”

Lauren burst into laughter at her junior’s comment. At the same time she wanted to cry. A romantic story, she became saddened when she thought of what fantasies these children had of being a mistress wrapped up in a drama. And, of course, the person who had such a dream. Scared at the same time she hoped she would live out her dreams.

“In a big house, good clothes and good food are the same for servants. They can at least make the friends they want and go to the shows they want to see in broad daylight.”

At Loren’s point, a repulsion appeared on the faces of her underclassmen. Wasn’t paramour better than being a servant? A few people seemed to think so.

Lauren said, trying desperately not to scream.

“Even if I have a big house and nice clothes, I can’t brag to anyone. Do you know what to do instead of taking it? Guys, can you kiss a guy like Ms. Matthew?”

The name of the academy’s oldest teacher came out of Lauren’s mouth. Everyone gave an “Ugh” look of disapproval, and Lauren said firmly.

“You think you can get your clothes just for kissing? Everyone will find out about a kid who kissed an ugly old man like that and got his clothes. Do you still like the paramour position?”

“There is no such thing as an old, ugly man. You can be the mistress of a young, handsome man.”

At the words of her junior standing behind her, not only Lauren but also Julia burst into laughter this time. A look of disapproval came to mind on the faces of the juniors who were standing in the laughter of the two. Seeing that expression, Julia wiped her tears and apologized.

“Oh sorry. But why do you think a man who is young, handsome, and rich enough to have a mistress would?”

“He could get married if he wants to and fall in love with you.”

Julia laughed again at the completely unrealistic answer. This time, one of her juniors had a child with an embarrassed expression on her face.

Lauren, trying not to despise her, added.

“What a love. To make someone you love get pointed at by you without harming yourself. A decent person would be angry even if his dog was cursed at.”

The thought made her even more angry. She knew. The more they talked, the clearer Lauren’s memory became. The content of her dream, which had gradually faded immediately came back, now reminding her of the fact that she had her dog. It was a dog she had because she was lonely, which eventually ended up being her only friend. At the same time, her owner would use her honey to blackmail her. Honey. It was Honey. The name of Lauren’s dog. It was a small dog. Drake didn’t allow big dogs. When he said that small dogs were okay, it must have been because small dogs were easier to kick than large dogs.

Damn demon! Her blood gushed into Lauren’s head. She always spoke like she used to. If she didn’t listen to him, he would bring Honey to his children. She had a life she did not choose, but she had a life in which nothing went according to her will. she would never live like that. Lauren just turned around and left the building.

“What, why is that person like that?”

Julia, who was about to follow Lauren, was stopped by the words of her remaining student. She said and she went back to them seriously.

“I’m doing this because I’m worried about you. Paramour is far worse than your fantasies.”

“How do you know?”

There were still people in this academy who didn’t know her face. Julia said with a grin.

“My father is Sir Escalee. I swear, I’ve never seen a paramour. Do you know what this means?”

She did not know. Julia gave a bitter look as the students shook her head in bewilderment. So did she. When she was a junior, such stupid things looked cool. People like pirates, paramour, thieves.

“It means no one will protect you. Even myself.”

It would be impossible with an ordinary mind to spend the last years of his life as a paramour official. And a man that clever would have had a better life had he gone the other way.

She really should go after Lauren. Julia asked them to tell their teacher that she and Lauren were not feeling well, and then she headed to Lauren’s room.

“Lauren, are you okay?”

Lauren’s room was a small room in their dorm. She didn’t have to live in a dorm when she got into her senior year, but it might be possible for a current student to have a house or something.

Julia asked, cautiously entering Lauren’s wide-open door. Lauren’s room was tidy and so neat

“Lauren?”

No wonder. Because there was no one in the room.

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