Side Story 2 â Part 5
That one shriek pierced through the silence. The birds that had been chirping as they pleased all flew away from the trees as if startled. But Arche couldnât bring herself to care about that.
Arche cried. The tears spilled over her face, unstoppable. The woman widened her eyes in surprise, gazing at her and moving closer. Arche simply continued crying.
She loved him. She really, really loved him.
Black-haired. Head wizard of the royal palace. The hero that saved the world. That person more beautiful than anyone else, with so many titles to his name. That person that always influenced his surroundings, regardless of whether he meant to or not. And he selected her.
Why couldnât she go without developing a superiority complex? Why couldnât she go without thinking she was special because he chose her?
Considering his superior social status, it wasnât strange at all for him to have a fiancée. Sheâd thought about that before.
But sheâd started thinking that even if he did, she was the one that greatly understood Agedilus more than any vague fiancée did. In the midst of the royal palaceâs gossipy people that cursed at and feared Agedilus, she thought she was the only one that knew Agedilus wasnât as bad as they made him seem.
Thatâs why. Thatâs why it hurt so much. Somewhere inside her, sheâd started thinking âhe might choose me one day.â And even if he never chose her, she wanted him to at least not choose anyone else, not become anyone elseâs.
She now realized how fanciful sheâd been, thinking these ridiculous things as she pleased. But it didnât change the fact that she liked him.
She cried and she cried and she cried. As she did, the woman didnât say anything. She sat down without worrying about ruining her dress, closing her parasol. She handed Arche a handkerchief, only getting close to her. Even though Arche thought she wanted to be left alone, that womanâs signs of tenderness felt too comfortable and pleasant.
ãââHave you calmed down?ã
ãY-Ye-hes.ã
Arche nodded at the womanâs question, sniffling.
ãI-Iâm sorry, Iâve made your handkerchief all messyâ¦ã
The white handkerchief the woman had given her was now soppy and crumpled up with Archeâs tears and snot. There was some delicate embroidery added on it, the same color as the cloth. When Arche looked closely at it, she realized that although it wasnât silk but cotton, it still must have been expensive. Should she wash it and return it? Or maybe the woman wouldnât use a handkerchief used by a lowly gardener â should she compensate for it with money?
She timidly looked at the woman, who seemed to notice Archeâs hesitation. She smiled softly and shook her head.
ãDonât worry about that. Please keep it, if you like.ã
ãButâ¦ã
ãItâs alright, itâs just something I sewed to pass time. It would make me very happy if you could keep it and use it.ã
The woman gently held Archeâs hands that tightly gripped the handkerchief. The warmth of those hands directly pierced Archeâs heart, and the tears that shouldâve stopped now started to flow again.
ãT-thank you.ã
ãNo no, thank you.ã
That soft, gentle smiling face really did hold a certain affection in it.
Arche didnât think the smile on the womanâs face was outstandingly beautiful, even though she knew that was rude of her â it wasnât Archeâs place to say something like that. But the skin of the womanâs face was white, with light makeup on, and her hair was soft and glossy with perfumed oil on.
Arche could tell that since she practiced these things herself too, becoming more conscious of her beauty and health after falling in love with Agedilus. This personâs skin and hair werenât just the results of hasty preparation once a day to hide her flaws. They were the result of careful, precise grooming.
The smile on her face was strangely attractive, and Arche unintentionally stared at it. The woman noticed, and once again smiled gently at her.
Now somewhat embarrassed, Arche lowered her gaze to her hands.
ââWhat if itâs someone like her?
What if this person was the one that became Agedilusâs wife? This person that had kept her company even as she suddenly burst into tears, this person that had sat with her as she sobbed. If she was, would she give up a little? Could she give up?
No, no matter what person was Agedilusâs wife in the first place, could she give up? Just who could stand beside that beautiful yet terrifying being? She didnât know. She didnât want to know. Because no matter how hard she tried, she could never stand in that place. She didnât want to understand it. She didnât want to, and yet, she did.
Just then came a rustling sound from behind, of the greenery being brushed together.
ãSo this is where you were.ã
ãâ?!ã
ãOh my.ã
At the familiar voice, Arche turned around to look behind just like the woman did, only to see what she expected.
Black hair you couldnât run from, eyes that fascinated you whether you liked it or not, beautiful looks that made you fear what might happen. That being stood there, looking down at them without hiding his surprise.
If that was all, sheâd end up withering right there. But she could see an unusual light of relief in his sunrise-colored eyes. Even now, she stubbornly ended up thinking silly things like, âmaybe he was searching for me.â
Sir Agedilus. She was about to call out to him, but before she could.
ãEdi?ã
The woman sitting beside her stood up. Edi. Who was that? Arche instinctively stiffened at the unfamiliar name.
Arche couldnât do anything but watch silently as the woman brushed off some grass stuck to the hem of her skirt, approaching Agedilus. The woman stood in front of him naturally, as if it was completely normal for her to do so. There was none of the fear that Arche usually felt.
Agedilus too, looked like it was perfectly natural as the woman stood in front of him. He furrowed his eyebrows.
ãYou didnât come after so long, so I came looking for you. Just how did you end up here?ã
ãOh, thatâs because this is the shortcut. You of all people must know it, right?ã
ãâ¦â¦ã
ãSee, as I thought.ã
Just what was this?
Still sitting down, Arche couldnât do anything but attentively watch the exchange between the two, dumbfounded.
The spectacle unfolding in front of her was unbelievable to Arche, difficult for her to just accept. To think, that Agedilus would talk like this with someone. To think, that there was someone who could talk to Agedilus like that. She hadnât even thought that could happen.
Because he had black hair, because he was special. Not once had she thought that there could be someone who could hold such a gentle atmosphere around him.
Realizing her thoughts, Agedilus turned his sunrise-colored eyes towards Arche as she remained astonished. She started at the sudden movement. Agedilus opened his mouth, looking down at her with the familiar indifferent gaze she knew all too well.
ãâ¦â¦Well, nevermind that. What are you doing with my gardener?ã
ãHuh?ã
The woman blinked in surprise, turning to Arche. Gulping at that gaze towards her, Arche quickly stood up. The woman nodded, as if somehow understanding something.
ãSo this is the gardener? Pleased to meet you. Iâm Filmina Von Lancent.ã
ãâAh, Iâm Arche Mashie, I have the privilege of taking care of Sir Agedilusâs medicinal plants garden!ã
The womanâs surname was the same as Agedilusâs. Arche wasnât dense enough to not realize what that meant. Even if Arche didnât hear her surname, she understood from their previous exchange that this woman named Filmina was close to Agedilus.
âWhy?â she thought. She couldnât help thinking it. She vigorously bowed, so she wouldnât give away her feelings. As she did, she heard a gentle laugh.
ãPlease raise your head. Thank you so much for the lovely flowers the other day.ã
ãâ!ã
So those white flowers really were given to this woman. Her chest hurt, as if those words pierced through it. She felt like her face was about to look cramped, but she somehow managed to hold that back. Fixing her expression, she looked at Filminaâs face. As expected, she was gently smiling.
ãIâve heard lots about you, that youâre a very skilled gardener.ã
ãA-absolutely not. I still have a lot to learn, I always keep troubling Sir Agedilusâ¦ã
ãNo, no. Even though heâs rude, heâs not the kind of person to flatter others, let alone openly praise them. But maybe from now onâ?ã
ãThatâs enough, shut up.ã
Filmina was about to continue, but Agedilus put his hand over her mouth. Ripping his bony yet white, beautiful hand off her mouth with her lace-covered hand, Filmina smiled at him.
ãYou donât have to get so embarrassed.ã
ãâWhoâs embarrassed, who!ã
ãMy, my.ã
That conversation felt just like they were messing about, playing around. It shook the foundations of Archeâs love.
Arche didnât know this Agedilus. Arche didnât know this Agedilus who rapidly changed his expressions, raised his voice like this. There were no doll-like features on this Agedilusâs face. He was just like a normal man. Just a man.
Thatâs right, that was right. Before Agedilus Von Lancent was black-haired, before he was the head wizard, long before he was a hero, he was just a sole man. She realized it after so long â made to realize this reality. Arche didnât feel sadness or regret at it, but she felt herself mysteriously understanding.
ââI see now. Thatâs right.
She hadnât understood a single thing. She hadnât even tried to understand.
All this time, Arche thought of Agedilus as a solitary being. Alone in a world where he never let anyone get close to him.
But she was wrong. This person wasnât alone at all. She was the one that had wanted him to be alone, wanted him to be special. In the end, nothing had changed with her or with the people around her.
There was nothing Arche had in common with Agedilus, just like the woman called Filmina whoâd become his wife. Even if the difference in their social status didnât exist, just how could she have thought this being was the same kind of human as her, with his black hair and his beauty?
Had she misunderstood, with that one cruel thought? She was a pretty big idiot if it took her this situation to realize it. Just what could have made her different? It was embarrassing, pathetic.
She felt a strange sensation, as if blood was rushing to her head and then going back down. In front of her, the woman in the position Arche dreamed of being said, ãI have some things to do with my father, so Iâll go early,ã and was about to leave.
ãCan you go by yourself?ã
ãIâve come by this road countless times now.ã
ãWait a second, I didnât hear anything about that!ã
ãâ¦â¦There have to be things you donât hear about too, right? Well then, Edi, please go on ahead. Sorry, Miss Arche, letâs meet again sometime.ã
ãY-yes!ã
ãOi, waitâ¦â¦ Oh, come on.ã
Slipping through the side, Filmina disappeared in the direction that seemed to be where the royal palace was. Watching her from behind, Agedilus muttered, ãIâll show her later.ã Of course, his expression as he said it was one that Arche had never seen before. She couldnât help being entranced by that manâs face, that face that could never be aimed towards her. Ahâ¦
ãâ¦â¦Sir Agedilus?ã
ãWhat?ã
ãAre you⦠Happy now?ã
It was an impolite question. Agedilus really widened his sunrise-colored eyes in surprise. He was a being that was still all the more beautiful with that expression.
ãââWell, I donât know.ã
It was a short, blunt answer. But his expression was more eloquent than all else.
ãI-is that so?ã
That, that was enough. There was nothing, nothing more to do but give up. There was nothing else she could do, right? No matter how hard she tried, there was no way sheâd rival her. Thanks to this expression of his, she realized that she couldnât possibly make him happier than that woman made him.
She still felt like she couldnât possibly just give up like that, she didnât want to. But even so.
ãThis is belated now, but really, congratulations on your marriage.ã
Holding back the tears that were about to flow again, Arche smiled.
This certainly was love. Even if it had longing and fear weaved together, even if her feelings could be called misunderstandings, this certainly was love. And as she fell in love, Arche certainly was happy. Even if it was a love that wouldnât come true, that could never come true. Even if she had no way of earning his affections.
But, even so, the small smile on Agedilusâs face in this moment belonged only to Arche. As long as a day would come when sheâd consider this more than enough for her, it was fine. âThatâs right,â she thought.