Obsessed with Regressors

“Sorry.”

It’s not a good habit to listen to what others say. She quickly apologized and then made an excuse.

“It’s not good to decide something based on feeling alone.”

“Is that so?”

Elliott listened to her story and smiled. Then he straightened up and spoke.

“Isn’t it an experience?”

“Experience?”

“Couldn’t everything you’ve been through in your life add up and radiate out as your feelings? For example, don’t dark alleys feel bad?”

Yes. Even though it was the first alley she saw, there were times when she felt bad. Suddenly, she remembered Awning before she was entering into the alley when I was riding in the carriage with Elliot. Even then, she felt a little strange. She didn’t like the feeling of the alley, but the back of Awning also made her feel strange.

“I see.”

She agreed with Elliot’s words. Her experience points accumulated and it became a feeling. It’s plausible. Elliot looked at her blankly before adding.

“It is usually called intuition.”

That’s right. Usually it’s called a sense. A knight’s intuition or a wizard’s intuition. Chef’s sense.

“So, how was he?”

Elliot immediately changed the subject. When asked what the man she saw was like, she wrinkled her brow. She didn’t remember if it actually happened. To what extent, she only saw the eyes, but she didn’t know the color of the eyes. All she could feel was that someone was looking in her direction. Instinctively, she turned her head and found the eyes of the person in the carriage who was looking this way.

“Was his eye level above the window?”

In response to Elliott’s question, she groaned and said, “Ah.” That’s right. It was halfway through the window. Slightly above average. She said so and he added.

“Then it must be a man.”

If it was a woman, it would have been lower than that. Elliot grinned as if telling her to look at it. Then she tilted her head and asked.

“I heard that you brought the manuscript.”

It was. She hesitated for a moment as to what to say. She read that manuscript until late last night. She thought she read until dawn almost to compare. This was a secret from mother. She thought it was similar, but when she put the novel book she had next to it and compared it, there were some differences. like a trivial incident. The descriptions and expressions were also a bit different. Of course, the main plot was the same.

“Because that little sheep asked for a ride instead.”

She said that and kept her mouth shut. Because she still didn’t know what to say. What she felt while comparing until dawn was that it didn’t seem like they overlapped by chance.

“You look like you won’t burn it.”

Elliot lifted the teacup while saying so.

‘Do I show it off so well on my face?’ She raised her hand and cupped her cheek.

“No, I will burn it. Because that little sheep asked for it.”

If that’s what she wanted, then he should give it a ride. But it was a bit disappointing. She sighed and Elliot asked again.

“Then what bothers you?”

Did she really show everything on her face? She wrinkled her nose at Elliott’s exact words. And she said, keeping her eyes fixed on the teacup.

“I like the fact that the main character is a woman.”

She knew. It’s childish behavior. She was not a child, and she was obsessed with the gender of the main character. Even if the main character of a novel or play was a man, it is enough to focus on the story. However, even though it was the same story, when the gender of the main character changed, it felt different to her. A woman who lost her family to monsters and went hunting them. Her relationships with her peers by her side were very attractive to Eugene.

“Okay.”

Fortunately, Elliot didn’t laugh at her childish words. He just put the teacup down. This made her think that maybe she felt comfortable being with him, that didn’t judged her.

“Oh, and before I forget, let me tell you.”

She did not visit other people’s houses during the morning. She opened her mouth to let him know. Then, the butler knocked on the door and spoke through the open door.

“My lady, a guest has arrived.”

“I beg your pardon?”

What’s up today? Did she have two guests coming in the morning? She got up from her seat in surprise. And when she approached the butler, he said with an expressionless face.

“This is Sir Awning Rencid.”

Awning? At this time? Involuntarily, she turned to Elliot. Unless it’s a big deal, it’s customary for the first guest to leave if another guest arrives. But if he knew that custom, he wouldn’t even visit in the morning.

“Can you wait a minute?”

She apologized to Elliott and moved to the drawing room with Awning. What’s going on at this hour? Thinking so, she entered the drawing room, but as soon as Awning saw her, she jumped up.

“Eugenie.”

Awning had a large bouquet of flowers in his hand, huh? Was she dreaming right now?

“Did you sleep well last night?”

Awning said that and kissed her cheek. She accepted his kiss in a bewildered mood. Soon after, Awning held out a bouquet of flowers.

“I bought it to give you.”

Well, that’s right. Because Awning wouldn’t give Oliver flowers. She took it a little hesitantly. Surely he didn’t visit in the morning to give flowers?

“What’s going on?”

She thought he had come because he had something urgent, but when he presented her with a bouquet of flowers, she was taken aback. Awning’s expression twisted at her question. But he said it with a look that seemed like when he did it right away.

“What reason do you need to come see your fiancé?”

In the past, she would have admired it as a very romantic answer. However, Awning had never visited her just because he wanted to see her for no reason. He only gave her flowers once or twice. Wow, based on the size of this bouquet, it seemed to be bigger than the bouquet Elliot gave her as a gift. This was kinda weird too.

She asked with a smile.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“What?”

Awning was more embarrassed than expected. Huh? She looked at his contemplative face and widened her eyes. Was it just a joke?

“Now, what a mistake!”

The next thing Awning chose was to get angry. He burst into anger and snatched the bouquet from her hand.

“Ouch!”

Something flicked past and scratched her palm. He said as he threw the stolen bouquet to the floor.

“What are you talking about? I thought someone else bought it!”

She didn’t know why he was so angry. She was frozen in front of Awning’s sudden fury. What did she do wrong? No matter how much she thought about it, she didn’t know what she did wrong.

“Did I do something wrong? What did I do wrong? Have I ever done you wrong? Why are you talking like that…?”

The next moment, Awning’s words suddenly cut off. No, it looked like someone was running at him. Awning’s body hit the wall like crumpled paper with the sound of ‘Puck!’. She was so surprised that neither Awning nor she could scream. It was only then that she realized it was Elliot who jumped out from behind her.

“This, this…”

Awning raised his head and stopped to say something. She didn’t know if it’s fear or pain. He was staring at Elliot with a frown on his face. Elliot, she didn’t know. He was showing his back to her. She desperately racked her brain over how to handle this situation. Her guest hit the guest. She had heard that sometimes that happens. When suitors argue in the parlor and even fight. But those weren’t suitors, and Elliot was not her suitor. Awning was also said to be her fiancée, not a suitor.

“Elliot, you better apologize to Awning.”

She decided to sort out the fight between the two first. Rather than fighting, Awning was unilaterally beaten by Elliot.

“I don’t like it.”

Elliot said without even turning his head to her. She saw that he was still clenched into a fist and bit his lip. Surely he wouldn’t hit Awning again, right?

“Hey, why is this bastard here at this hour?”

Awning, who was holding her chin as if it had been hit by her, suddenly stood up and shouted. Oh my God. She really wanted to cry. God, why was she doing this to her?

“Isn’t that the same for you?”

Elliot’s voice was low and dark. Had she fallen asleep, she would have thought she was having a nightmare. No, wait. Could this be a nightmare? She pinched the back of her hand as hard as she could. Wake up please! But fortunately or unfortunately, and pessimistically, this was not a dream. The desire to run away welled up. If she left this room, wouldn’t these two take care of themselves? However, Awning was her fiancée, and if there was an article about her fiancée being beaten to death by an acquaintance in the parlor of our house, it would be over. She clenched her mind because the scene of her mother passing out appeared in her mind. She had to resolve this situation.

“Count Burns, I apologize to Sir Rencid.”

She said emphatically. Anyway, Elliot had to apologize to Awning here. If the two break up like this, it would be more difficult to deal with.

“Sir Rencid will apologize to Lady Biscon first.”

Only then did Awning realize that the reason Elliot hit him was because he was being rough with her. His eyes widened and she saw his lips quivering.

‘Ugh.’

She sighed inwardly. Elliot didn’t have to do this. She meant, she had the ability to get an apology from Awning. But anyway, as Elliot asked, Awning apologized to her.

“Mi-I’m sorry, Eugenie.”

She said nothing. Instead, she looked at Elliot. Now Elliot opened his mouth, as if he had noticed her attitude of asking him to apologize too.

“You’d better take etiquette lessons from your father again, Sir Rencid.”

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Translator Note:

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