Became the Hated Illegitimate Son of the Duke in Romance Fantasy

42 – Episode 42

Misty collided with me and grabbed my head once.

Compared to before, the blurry eyes gave off a slightly decadent feel.

“Uh, er… Eric. It’s been a while! It’s such a coincidence that we’re meeting here, isn’t it?

I always tried to visit him. After he was injured, he wouldn’t even let me into the hospital room, so I waited in front of him every day for three days. After he was discharged from the hospital, the priest named Belita, who was by my side, told me that Eric was always in critical condition because of a curse even if I visited him. I couldn’t come to see you after hearing about it. I was a bit depressed because I couldn’t meet Eric even if I went to look for Eric, but I wouldn’t say anything else to the lifesaver who protected me. Still, I’m really glad that I finally met you until now. When Xenia and I were always waiting for Eric in front of that building, we planned to visit right away even if the disease was cured, but I’m sorry we couldn’t meet.

Xenia always wanted to meet Eric with me, but the priest stopped her, so she must have been lying. But Eric always said he was sick. But what if it’s true? Instead of me… Instead of me…Ah.”

Misty babbles and spits out his words.

Then, when our eyes met, his face blushed for a moment, as if he was embarrassed too.

He avoids my gaze and scratches his head next to him.

And when I was talking as hard as I was just now, I couldn’t even say anything now.

“Uh, um. Um. Ahahahaha, um…”

Yes, what Belita said was a lie.

What can I do? I’m jealous and hate you

Standing awkwardly like this in the middle of the hallway is why I offer Misty a meal.

“Misty, shall we go get something to eat? Time is running out.”

“Ah, that’s right. I was inconsiderate. I guess I was quite impatient.”

We didn’t talk while we went to the restaurant to eat.

Maybe we didn’t share.

Misty’s haggard face was quite burdensome to say her words first, and Misty seemed to feel guilty about something.

I needed to clear up some misunderstandings.

I was shot, at least it wasn’t Misty’s fault.

Is it my fault that I threw myself and got hit instead, or the prince’s fault for not being able to manage his surroundings properly?

I have no excuses for not allowing Belita to meet Misty and me.

It’s just that Belita wanted it, and neither did she have any intention of stopping it.

Find a suitable seat and we bring a meal.

Misty brought a dish that looked like stir-fried vegetables and meat in moderation, and I brought noodles topped with garnish.

The dining table was monotonous.

We didn’t make eye contact or exchange funny stories every once in a while, we just ate the food in front of us.

“Misty, maybe we should talk.”

“Then, should I go to a suitable store?

But Eric is going to get a little more attention because of what happened last time, so can we talk about it?”

Obviously, when you walk down the street, what you feel is a gaze, a gaze, another gaze.

I don’t know where the face was sold.

“Then would you like to come to my room?”

“No, Eric’s room has nothing but a chair and a bed.

I’ll invite you to my room, even if it’s small, I’ve created a space where we can talk while drinking tea.”

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What kind of story should a person who was about to be shot and the person who got shot instead have to talk about?

No matter how much I think about it, I can’t think of an appropriate way to say something in this case.

Misty’s room was more neutral than I thought it would be for a beautiful teenage girl.

Cleanly painted white walls, chairs that are neatly missing rather than cumbersome fancy chairs, turquoise teacups and teapots with small flowers painted on them, and white beds.

If the family is fond of it, even a maid might leave one in the room, but it didn’t seem like there was anyone like that.

“Do you have any tea you would like to have separately?

White tea, black kite tea, green tea, oolong tea, black tea. Anything that could be there is there.”

“I’m fine with anything.”

“Then I’ll bring you something lightly fruity.”

Misty opened the drawer under the bookshelf where the books were.

At the same time, the unique scent of dried tea leaves begins to waft through the room.

As I smelled the fragrant scent, I immediately thought of my room, which smelled nothing but the strong smell of tobacco.

“Sorry for worrying you.”

“Yes..? No, no. Why did you suddenly say that…?”

“Just. I just had an idea.”

“Oh.”

The reason why you called me today and why you wasted all your energy was because I was getting shot at for no reason, right?

You wouldn’t have been targeted if I hadn’t been smoking weed there, right?

Since you’re the main character, you won’t die no matter what you do.

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Your limbs will be fine, and only good things will always happen.

Even if a crisis arises, I’ll somehow get through it, while causing really ridiculous things.

I took that opportunity away.

Something like me.

I didn’t say it out loud.

I just stared at the teapot that Misty was pouring.

Misty puts on a dazed expression, she is embarrassed, she can’t say anything, and she hesitates and looks like she’s about to cry.

The tea poured into my cup from the teapot overflows.

The hot water started to wet her feet.

When the instep of her feet started to feel a slight sting, Misty took a white cloth and roughly wiped the desk with a look of regret.

I heard that it was scented with fruit, but it seemed to be smoked tea leaves, like when scented at the beginning of the year.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. No burns anywhere? I’m really, really sorry.

Ah, why do I only hurt you? Ah.”

Misty has been looking at me since before, as if it was being used for something.

I can’t understand it.

It must be a burden if I can’t properly greet the benefactor who took the bullet instead of me and saved her life.

However, it comes to me a little differently.

It’s like I stole Misty’s chance.

As a result, a few good things happened to me as well.

I might be able to get out of the dukedom, receive a lot of money, and meet Belita.

Yes, everything that has happened to me has been positive.

That’s why I can’t blame Misty.

In the first place, the two of us weren’t that close, and we just came and said hello.

Getting shot is just a bit of misfortune before luck comes.

It hurt terribly, but at the moment I was hit, I felt extremely resentful.

But I don’t even feel sick right now.

“Yes, I didn’t get burned. Are you okay?”

“Oh, it’s me. My me is fine! It’s all thanks to Eric. He’s so lively!”

Misty suddenly starts pretending to be normal.

Hagiya she looks at the same person as the beggar in her back alley or the dauphin in a pretty fancy dress.

No matter how illegitimate I may be, if I had grown up thinking like that, I wouldn’t even be seen as the same person as I am.

I remember what the emperor said.

Misty said she was looking at me as a person.

So, with guilt, she babbles in front of me and wants to tell me something.

Perhaps he wants to apologize.

Misty pours tea again.

As she sniffed the scent and turned over the contents, the fragrance began to rise with a slight warm feeling.

She glances at me like that.

“Why do you keep doing this? Like someone who owes something.

I don’t really care, so don’t be so.”

As if those words were the catalyst, Misty starts to giggle.

And when the first tear in her right eye ran down her cheek and fell to the floor, she couldn’t stop crying.

“Uhhhhh”

I can’t bear to cry and I can’t help but cry, and only the tears falling down look like pearls in the light of the electric light.

I took a handkerchief out of my pocket and wiped it roughly.

“I’m sorry! Everything..Uhhh.. Because of me..! I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Eric…

Even if I didn’t just talk to you there, even if I didn’t grab you for nothing, even if I didn’t think I wanted to be close to you..!

Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh…”

I approach Misty without even opening my mouth.

She looked up at me.

Her eyes and cheeks were slightly smudged, as if she had put on a little makeup.

Just like I told Misty before.

I just kept my mouth shut and gave her a little hug.

Then she stops her crying and gently buries her face in her shoulder.

“Never mind. It’s no big deal to you or me.

Even if I almost died, I lived anyway.

If you died, you couldn’t help it.

I have something I want to say, but I can’t meet you or talk to you, so it’s just because I’m anxious.

Isn’t it okay if you don’t have to think it’s your fault?”

It’s just that you’re so kind.

Ah, the words Belita said started coming closer to me.

Misty was truly sorry for me.

She hates it a bit.

If it were me, even if Misty gets shot at her instead of me, I’ll push it out of her head with a little guilt, saying it was just an accident.

She felt jealous of Misty, who was beautiful not only on the outside but also on the inside.

I was about to put on a sad face, but she laughed.

To make you look a little benevolent.

A little unnaturally, with the corners of her mouth raised and her eyebrows elongated.

Although no one can see her eyes wet with her tears.