Obsessed with Regressors

Claire knew it was a stupid thing to do. Why not? She had barely managed to fit in with the knights, but she couldn’t believe she was going to rescue someone who the knights were trying to take care of. In addition to turning the Knights into enemies, Claire hated Oliver Biscon. It’s true that she’s been helped by him recently, but that didn’t cancel out her hatred. But despite all her reasons, Claire knew she had to step up. Count Burns would never leave Lady Biscon’s side. Especially in a situation like now where she could be in danger. And that was what she wanted too. Either she or Count Burns had to protect Eugenie if danger as great as her fingernails lurked near Lady Biscon.

 

“It’s too late to fetch Sir Escalee. If so, I will go.”

 

If anyone had to stay away from Lady Biscon here, it had better be Claire this time. She said that and looked at Elliot. Count Burns, as always, had an inscrutable expression on his face. He was like that even in his dreams. The only time he made a proper expression was when he was next to the noble Lady Biscon.

 

“But then your position will be in trouble.”

 

Even in that situation, Eugenie was worried about Claire. Even though she had heard that her brother might be in danger. Claire was satisfied with Eugenie’s kindness, and with the fact that her relationship with herself had grown close enough for her to worry about her. She doesn’t care about the knights as long as she can gain Eugenie’s trust. After all, she went there to protect Eugenie.

 

“It’s okay…”

 

Claire, who was about to say it was okay, closed her mouth as a flash of thought occurred to her. Actually, there was one thing she really wanted to achieve. A dream she had hoped would come true from the moment she woke up from her dream and decided to become her knight.

 

“Then, please give me a handkerchief.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Or a ribbon would be nice too.”

 

Eugenie’s face, wondering what he was talking about, changed into an expression of ‘Ah’ of realization. And then she immediately gave me a look that asked if she was serious. Knights often receive handkerchiefs or ribbons from those who have sworn allegiance and tie them to their weapons or body parts. This practice originated from long ago, when handkerchiefs were given to people going to war to pray for their safety. But now, few drivers receive handkerchiefs. Currently, the only official order of knights in Balcian is the order for the king and his family. Of course, when the festival begins, people who participate in the games held at the festival receive handkerchiefs or ribbons from their lovers and wrap them around their arms before competing. This has been modified so that one person may wear multiple ribbons, or people from the same family may wear the same ribbon. Either way, it didn’t matter to Eugenie and Claire. This wasn’t a festival or a competition, and these two weren’t lovers.

 

“I didn’t mean to ask for that, so don’t worry.”

 

Claire said with a smile when she saw Eugenie’s surprised expression. She did not ask for Eugenie’s handkerchief because she loved her. Because she wanted it to be a token.

 

“If I was going to pledge allegiance, I wanted to say it to you.”

 

But she couldn’t. The White Lion Knights were an order that protects the king’s family, and Eugenie was not a member of the king’s family. Only then did Eugenie realize that Claire was telling the story of her dream. In her dream she was Eugenie’s companion. The lady’s closest being. A person who was close to a subject or friend.

 

“Sorry. I got the handkerchief from Elliot.”

 

The handkerchief I brought today was a gift from Elliot. It’s the best thing she has and she uses it on important days like this. In front of her slightly disappointed Claire, Eugenie untied the ribbon in her own hair.

 

“Eugenie.”

 

At the same time that a startled Elliot called her name, Eugenie’s hair fell down her shoulders and back. Elliot and Claire looked at Eugenie at a loss for words as her bright blonde hair sparkled in the sunlight and looked like a waterfall.

 

“I’ll give you a ribbon instead.”

 

Claire’s face brightened. She took her ribbon carefully. She said, and she looked at Eugenie’s face.

 

“I will rescue Baron Biscon.”

 

Seeing her determined attitude, Eugenie was about to tell her brother that he could take a few hits, but stopped. Really, her brother could take a few hits. What kind of guts do you have to diagnose the Knights and Chuck? But she said nothing, and Claire, with her Eugenie’s ribbon wrapped around her wrist, quickly mounted her horse and began to ride upstream towards her.

 

“She doesn’t hate him.”

 

Eugenie blurted out as she watched Claire leave for a moment. Because she knows that Elliot’s eyes are still fixed on her. When she turned her head, Elliot unconsciously avoided her gaze. It occurred to her that she had caught his worries. What Elliot Burns fears most in the world. No, the second thing he fears.

 

Eugenie hating him.

 

“It’s okay to hate.”

 

Elliot said in a slightly hoarse voice. There will be more things like this in the future. He would do anything for Eugenie, but if it meant trading her safety, she would refuse even if it meant saving the world.

 

“Really?”

 

In response to Eugenie’s question, Elliot eventually turned his head to her again. She was staring at him with her hair down. Whenever her green eyes stared at him, Elliot would always have two conflicting feelings. Reason whispering to her to run away from her, her instinct telling her to throw reason away. He opened his mouth to say yes. But as always, lying in front of Eugenie wasn’t that easy.

 

“Do you know what I find difficult?”

 

Elliot asked with a sigh. What is it? When Eugenie asked, still looking at him, he stroked her hair and said:

 

“To lie to you.”

 

“To me?”

 

Elliot laughed silently at Eugenie’s response, asking what to do about other people.

 

‘He lies very well.’

 

But when the opponent was Eugenie, it was very difficult for him. She always seemed to be reading his mind and he often felt it pricked his conscience that he was lying to her.

 

‘It’s amazing.’

 

Elliot thought as he turned his head back to where Claire had left. She was pricked by her conscience. He has no conscience. His conscience disappeared a long time ago. As it wears out and wears out, it eventually disappears.

 

“I hope you don’t hate me.”

 

Eventually, his low voice came out of Elliot’s mouth. Hearing her slightly subdued voice, Eugenie widened her eyes and sighed. And she said as she walked up to his side.

 

“I don’t hate you. “How can you hate me when you’ve helped me so much?”

 

In Elliot’s view, she is no different from Eugenie’s benefactor. It makes no sense that she hates him.

 

But Elliot smiled bitterly at her kind words. If Eugenie knew what he did, if she knew what he was hiding, she would hate him more than hate him.

 

“It’s okay to hate.”

 

Just now, he said he didn’t want me to hate him, but this time he said it’s okay to hate him. Eugenie looked suspicious as to whether he knew what he was talking about, and Elliot chuckled.

 

“I hope you don’t hate me, but it’s okay. “If that’s better for you.”

 

I hope Eugenie is happy. I hope she never goes through that hell again.

 

No, no.

 

Elliot narrowed his eyes at her as he noticed a carriage approaching from afar. He didn’t want to see Eugenie go through hell like that. Even if she was okay with it, even if she could bear it, she couldn’t stand him. She should never have to hide her hurt ever again. No, she shouldn’t get hurt at all.

 

“You’d better tie your hair up.”

 

Elliot asked, unwrapping her own cravat and handing it to Eugenie. She said it was against etiquette for a woman to let her hair down outside her home. She and the male must be doing cravat outside the house at the same time. When Eugenie hesitated, Elliot put the cravat in her hand and said,

 

“I’ll stay back over there.”

 

This means that she will remain invisible to the queen and her companions. After his persuasion, Eugenie ended up tying her hair with Elliot’s cravat. Her navy blue cravat matches quite well with her light blue dress she is wearing.

 

“Lady Biscon.”

 

When the carriage arrived, the queen saw Eugenie standing in front of her ship and greeted her as if she was happy to see her. Behind her, the maids who would serve today were lined up in a row.

 

“Thank you for inviting me.”

 

“I am honored that you visited such a squalid place.”

 

A smile appeared on the queen’s face at her attitude, which did not deviate even an inch from etiquette. She was about to say let’s go inside, but she noticed Elliot coming this far from the other side and said hello.

 

“Count Burns. I didn’t know you were here too.”

 

“I will be outside.”

 

Rather than greeting her, she said that she would not be going inside, and an amused expression appeared on the queen’s face. She looked back at Eugenie and asked.

 

“Can’t even Count Burns get in? I heard this ship is his.”

 

“Yes. I have the ticket to use this ship.”

 

The queen smiled happily when she heard that even though she was the owner of the ship, she would not be merciless. She saw Elliot’s throat was empty, but she said nothing. She asked instead, widening her eyes and then smiling when she discovered that the ribbon that tied Eugenie’s hair was a cravat.

 

“Count Burns lends you a lot.”

 

“I guess it’s because I lack a lot of things.”

 

This was a flawless answer. The queen looked at Elliot and Eugenie alternately, then she laughed and went into the boat. Eugenie, who remained behind, quickly approached Elliot and whispered.

 

“I heard you’re staying back over there?”

 

“Oh, that was a lie.”

 

This guy? A wrinkle appeared between her eyebrows. Eugenie gritted her teeth and asked.

 

“Didn’t you say lying to me was difficult?”

 

It was like that. Elliot grinned. And she put her hand to her heart and said,

 

“I enjoy taking on difficult challenges.”

 

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