Obsessed with Regressors

After some time, Elliot spoke firmly. Now that she thought about it, he said before that the she in his dream had nothing to do with the person she was now.

“Then how can you talk like you know so much about me?”

‘Oh.’

She looked at Elliot at her loss of words and realized she had hit the nail on the head. For the first time since they met, Elliot seemed at a loss for words. Rather, because of his actions now, she realized why Elliot denied that the person she was in her dreams and the person she was now were different people. That was her. Even in Elliot’s eyes, the she in his dream was the real her. That would be natural since it was a precognitive dream. But he didn’t want her to become like the she in his dreams. Because…

“Am I unhappy in your dreams?”

The second time, Elliot seemed to be at a loss for words. He was staring at her with a hard face. No, he looked more scared than glaring.

“No.”

A low, slightly hoarse voice came from Elliot’s mouth. He said with a sigh.

“You were not unhappy. It was just you.”

‘Hmm.’

In the end, Elliot agreed that the person she was in his dreams was the same person as she was now. She looked at him for a moment, then frowned and opened his mouth.

“To be honest.”

The sun had set and it was dark inside the carriage. When he looked out his window, the outside was colored orange. She continued, thinking that only Elliot’s blue eyes were shining in the darkness.

“Is that really me? I’m not saying your dream isn’t a precognitive dream. Sometimes the image you have of me is a bit…”

Was it exaggerated? No, what should she say more than that? She didn’t know exactly what words to express it with. For a split second, the word worship came to mind, but she quickly shook her head to brush it away. If the she in the dream was even remotely similar to her, the word worship was too burdensome.

“I don’t think it’s me. Or, it means that I become such an incredibly great person in a crisis situation…”

Could it be? When her entire family died and the country was about to fall, he became king, was called a witch, and was respected, or rather trusted, by Elliot? She was an ordinary person who was timid and a bit selfish. That meant he’s not that great of a person.

“Can I ask you one question?” Elliot suddenly said. 

A question? Now? She nodded, feeling dazed. Then Elliot lowered his head and asked.

“If there was a war right now, your parents were killed, and Baron Biscon went to war, what would you do?”

It’s not a very good family. She was impressed by Elliot’s question. It’s a story she didn’t want to imagine. It occurred to her that this was a question related to precognitive dreams. Let’s see. There was a war, her parents died, and then Oliver went off to war, right? So that meant Oliver already knew that their parents were dead.

She let out a moan, ‘Grunt.’ There was only one thing for her to do.

“We should go to Delbekisch and defend it.”

It was her father’s territory. To be exact, it was Count Biscon’s fiefdom. For generations it was ruled by the Count Biscon and his Countess, and during the Countess’s absence, their son should rule. And if their son went to war, then she was next. Because she was Lady Biscon.

“I don’t know if the impact of the war will reach that far, but I am a member of the Biscon family. Until Oliver returns, I will be responsible for the estate and its people.”

She must take care of the estate. She needed to check whether people were doing their jobs properly and collect taxes to prepare for drought and rainy seasons. She needed to improve irrigation canals and roads and monitor the progress of the war. If the aftermath of the war reaches the territory, she was the only one who could choose whether to fight the people of the territory or evacuate them. Elliot looked up and a smile appeared on his face. He reached out his hand and took mine. And he made a complicated expression. He seemed a little overwhelmed. He seemed sad and happy at the same time. Elliot looked at her for a while, then lowered his head again and kissed the back of her hand.

Right.

From his attitude, she knew that her dream self had done the same thing. She did exactly what she would do.

“Lady Biscon.”

Mrs. Harmon, who was holding the ball, said that as she walked inside her mansion with Elliot, she approached her with a big smile on her face, but then stopped when she saw Elliot. And she said to Elliot:

“You are here with Lady Biscon? I thought you weren’t coming because you declined the invitation.”

Did he do that? She looked at Elliot and he said it was no big deal.

“I wasn’t going to come. I don’t really like dancing.”

She didn’t know he didn’t like dancing that much. She thought they were always dancing when they met at the dance. She quickly made an excuse for him to Mrs. Harmon.

“Sir Heinz was coming, but he said he hurt his ankle yesterday. I asked for it urgently.”

“Oh my, he’s so sweet.”

Mrs. Harmon’s expression, which had been looking at him disapprovingly at Elliot’s cold words, instantly softened. She asked Elliot to excuse her and walked with her.

“I guess I should thank Count Burns.”

Who? She looked at Mrs. Harmon. She said with a smile.

“I heard that even though I hate dancing, I came because you asked me to. “Aren’t you grateful?”

That’s right. But she didn’t think that’s what she wanted to say. She said with the same smile as Mrs. Harmon.

“Oh, I don’t like dancing that much either.”

She was here because Mrs. Harmon sent her a long and carefully written invitation asking her to attend. That’s why, when Sir Heinz said he was hurt, she didn’t cancel but asked Elliot to attend. So, Mrs. Harmon, she shouldn’t ask her to thank Elliot, but she should thank her for bringing Elliot. Unfortunately, she didn’t seem to have thought about that part. The smile disappeared from Mrs. Harmon’s face when she looked back at her.

“Is there a problem?”

When Mrs. Harmon left, saying she had to say hello to someone else, Elliot, who must have been watching me, came up to me. There is no need for him to know what happened with Mrs. Harmon. She shook her head and told him it was no big deal, and he narrowed his eyes, but didn’t ask any more questions.

“Do you know Lord Harmon or Lady Harmon?”

She asked as Elliot and she walked along the edge of the hall decorated for a ballroom. She didn’t know. The invitation came to Mrs. Harmon because she and her mother belong to the same group. But that didn’t mean her mother was acquainted with Mrs. Harmon. She said she rarely met her mother because it was a volunteer group and Mrs. Harmon gave a lot of donations in lieu of her activities.

“Lord Harmon knows.”

Elliot said that and raised his left arm to block her path. Thanks to this, she was able to avoid bumping into people coming from the opposite direction.

“Sorry.”

It looked like he said something interesting. The man and woman who almost bumped into her apologized and she said it was okay, but Elliot didn’t say anything. He ignored them and continued.

“He recommended me a business.”

“To do it together?”

“Exactly, it seemed like he wanted her to put my face into the business he was doing.”

Hmm. It’s a good idea. Because Lord Harmon was very wealthy. The idea was to combine his money with Elliot’s image. Sounds like a similar situation to her. She used his boat to open a swimming pool where only women could enter. And she paid for the boat.

“What did you decide to do?”

She wondered what kind of business it was. This was a business using Elliot’s image. ‘Hmm. Club? Weapon?’

“I refused.”

“Why?”

“Because being a face madam doesn’t suit me.”

What? She was startled by the unexpected words and stopped walking. Face madam? Elliot, who realized she had stopped walking, also stopped walking. He turned to her and said.

“Ah, what is face madam…”

“I know.”

She knew what it was. It wasn’t those words that made her stop. She asked, looking up at Elliot’s handsome face.

“It doesn’t suit you?”

Elliot looked like he didn’t know why she was asking. She said, walking again.

“Isn’t it one of the many things you can do with that face?”

For a split second, Elliot didn’t seem to know what she was talking about. But he quickly smiled and caught up with her in one step. He then asked, holding out his arm so she could place her hand on it.

“That face?”

Pretend not to know she glanced at Elliot and placed her hand on his arm. He laughed like a boy and then turned his body inside the hall and asked again.

“Since you invited me to be your partner, you’ll give me a chance to have the first dance, right?”

Of course. It was polite to dance your first dance with your partner. She nodded and walked with him through the crowd to the center of the circle.

“Oh, have you seen Oliver recently?”

The band started playing. She stood facing Elliot, greeted him, and then quickly asked him: He placed his hands on her waist and tilted his head.

“Baron Biscon? No. What’s wrong?”

She didn’t know how much she could say. Elliot spoke quickly as she frowned.

“If you have trouble talking, you don’t have to talk.”

“No. It’s because I don’t know what to say.”

There were no secrets. Oliver wasn’t a criminal. She explained briefly to Elliot. She said Oliver hadn’t come home for several days.

 

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