35 – Episode 35

“It’s boring.”

Belita frowned at her and spoke softly.

She was looking out the window, but the reflection in the glass allowed her to look at the expression.

Being confined to this small room for about two days all day is boring.

“You just have to wait one more day.”

“You must be able to move your body, but it’s frustrating, isn’t it?

I’m on the verge of going crazy wanting to run anywhere right now.”

“Well, I don’t know because I don’t usually move.”

And I wasn’t too bored.

It’s been a long time since I met someone I could have a conversation with on an equal footing, and even if I was stuck here, there was no one to say anything to.

The person who is stuck with me is going to say something bad, but I know very well that there is nothing I can do about it.

Sometimes the tobacco pulls in, but it’s okay because after a day, you’ll be able to smoke to your heart’s content all day.

I tried to smoke a cigarette that was soaked in my blood and wine, but the moment I bit into my mouth, I felt the smell of blood or rot, so I immediately took the cigarette pack to the trash can and threw it out.

“Come to think of it, those two friends are still hanging out in front of the front door.

Looks like you’re quite worried. He even told me to scare him away because he might be infected with the curse.

I guess he just runs right here after class.”

“Wait, two people?”

I go to the window and move to look outside.

But Belita suddenly grabbed my shirt and pulled it behind her, causing me to fall backwards.

“Oh, I didn’t expect to fall. Are you okay?”

“It’s fine, but why all of a sudden?”

“Hey. You’re dying on the bed right now. What are you going to do if someone sees it?”

“Oh, I did.”

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“Yes, I did.”

Because of Belita saying that, I couldn’t see her face and only saw two of her figures standing.

“Did I tell you that two people stand in front of the front door every day?

A little cold-looking girl who, 9 out of 10 times, looks like an aristocrat.”

“Blonde and red eyes?”

“Yeah, it seems like someone I know.”

Xenia is hanging out in front of me?

It was a bit embarrassing.

She’s that. She’s been talking about reconciliation and getting along, but that’s just me.

She sometimes thought it was a whim of nobles, as Duke Gada did.

It’s understandable if you consider that she’s worried about her childhood friend who’s been around every single day….

When she thinks of Xenia, who seems to have put her childhood friends away and thought it was more important for her to go out with children of her new level, she doesn’t understand.

I can’t just go and ask.

If you say things like this, you will be treated as a strange child.

Whether it’s Xenia or the children next to Xenia.

Belita seemed to be contemplating how she should portray her child next to him this time.

She opened her palm and lowered her fist onto it, as if she had found the correct expression.

“And again… She looks cute, um. What should I say. A girl who is so pretty that she looks unlucky.

Two people. At the orphanage, you knocked out all the girls even if they liked them, but here you must have worked hard to flirt with them?”

You just need to talk about your appearance.

It’s a shame, since there was no one other than Misty that came to mind after hearing that she looked so pretty and unlucky.

“So you?”

“Can’t you see the clothes you’re wearing right now?

Someone will tease me for being crazy.”

“What about clothes?”

At that, she waves one of the marks she wears around her neck.

Something shiny and splendid was engraved on it, but I’m not sure what’s important.

“Wearing this means that even if you split into quarters right away, you can put it back together as long as your head is still attached, right?”

“Is that great?”

At that, Belita crossed her arms and smiled.

“It’s something that makes even a commoner like me get the same treatment as an aristocrat!”

A nobleman given by a horse. A genius wizard, a swordsman who has a lot of money and is much stronger than most knights who have been educated since childhood.

Such people were called quasi-nobility, but in reality they did not receive special treatment different from commoners or hold titles.

“Because no one can pick it up, huh. Doesn’t it look great now?

I think it was something I boasted about yesterday. Oh, you and I are really no fun.”

“That’s right, I don’t have anything interesting to talk about.”

“You and I are boring people. What are we going to talk about? We don’t have friends or people we usually talk to, huh.”

At that, I laughed out loud.

It’s definitely boring, as if it was infected by Belita.

I want to look outside and walk around moderately, but there’s nothing I can do except lie down inside.

Since we don’t get along very pleasantly with each other, it was difficult to bring up something interesting and talk in detail.

In the past, it seemed like I had fun and laughed while listening to unnecessary and insignificant words.

Exactly until I ended up in that orphanage.

Maybe if you ask me what’s the biggest thing that’s been stolen from me here.

Well, it’s not a false image like dignity or human rights.

Because the hard life made my emotions dry up day by day.

That’s why I forced myself to laugh and show my smile.

As if trying to reminisce about how I laughed and when I felt joy.

Of course, it’s a story that people begging in the back alleys and bullies who hide daggers the length of their fingers in their arms for fear of the policeman will resent it, telling them not to talk bullsh*t.

At least, you said you didn’t eat properly.

“Hey, Eric. Do you want to do something fun?”

“What is it?”

“Holding hands.”

“Suddenly, why?”

“It’s a game! Whoever holds hands and releases them first loses!”

“What happens to the loser?”

“I’ll even bring it to your cheek. It’s good?”

After saying that, Belita held out her hand to me.

I also hold out my hand and shake it up and down like a handshake.

I didn’t dare to answer the question asking if it was good.

Because I needed something interesting in one way or another.

“Hmm, I think your hands are bigger than I thought.

Since we’re holding hands like this, sitting in the same chair, just the two of us, it’s like we’re lovers. Yes?”

“Okay.”

The moment I said

, My hands tensed up and my expression darkened a bit, so I hurriedly spoke up.

“If someone you don’t know sees it, it might be like that.”

“I see….”

Belita loosens her grip on her hand and starts putting on a new pod.

“Come to think of it, are you dating the girl down there?”

“No, they are nobles in the first place, so why do you think so?”

At those words, Belita looked at me as if she was dumbfounded.

“Well, you are a noble too.

Well, even if it takes the fact that he is an illegitimate child, isn’t it possible enough?”

“Remember how nobles who know that you are a commoner usually treat you.”

“Ah. Hmm. Uh. Didn’t we grow up together?”

“Then, wouldn’t it feel like a bastard who listens well to what he has lived with for a long time?”

“I guess so.”

Continued to share useless small talk.

Things we already know each other, but we repeat and pass by in order to tell the story.

As they talked, Belita did not take her hand off her for a moment.

Even when I lay down in bed and try to sleep.

But the words to go away did not come out of her mouth.

Her slightly trembling hand held mine with a slightly pitiful expression on her face.

It’s called a game, but I don’t think so because it’s Belita.

We just needed an excuse.

I’m not honest, I’m not funny, I’m a gloomy and stiff person.

That’s why people don’t understand.

We knew each other very well why we were the way we were.

If it’s an excuse, it’s an excuse, but I didn’t let go of my hand all day even while I was sleeping that night, and I was holding it tight.

Until the morning sun rises.

“Well, I didn’t know you guys would get this close.

Did I interrupt a good time?”

I started the morning by listening to the prince’s voice.

I wondered what kind of nonsense this blonde, unlucky-looking human was talking about in the morning, but now that I think about it, it looks like it could be misunderstood.

If two men and women who spent three days and nights together were sleeping holding hands on the bed in the morning, everyone would think so.

He says it in a funny way as he puts on Giulietta, who is holding a notebook beside her.

Strangely, he had a slightly annoyed expression on his face.

Julieta lightly tapped the prince’s side with her elbow.

She said and she whispered.

“Anyway, now you have to show your face, so get up and come here.”

“Okay.”

“Oh, that’s right. I forgot this.”

And as I approached the dauphin, he clenched his fist and punched me in the stomach.

“Now you eat well, sleep well, wake up in a good mood, so to speak, you have a nice face.

A hero who has passed the brink of death does not have a face like this.

Julietta, light a fire to make you sweat quickly.”

“Even if you don’t say anything, the order has already been placed.”

“How good would it be to act so quickly as usual?”

At those words, Julieta grabbed her stomach and created a ball of fire around me as I was kneeling on her knees.

In an instant, it was hot and absurd, and the heat spread, and sweat broke out all over her body.

As she looked at Belita, she stood still with her eyes slightly quivering, her whole body rigid.

As if he had turned into a stone statue.

“Ah, now you’re a hero.

From now on, I will not accept the useless treatment that illegitimate children receive.

Isn’t that great? If you’re like me, I think you’ll always smile even when it hurts.

It’s roughly 10 o’clock now, so come out around 11 o’clock.”

I don’t know anything else, but the prince is like that. Let’s put it in one word.

A bastard.

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