Is she 15, or 16? Her facial features show that sheâs at that exquisite time when sheâs about to change from a girl to a woman, so absolutely lovely I canât help but be captivated. If we call our princess a white lily, this beauty must be a violet.
Her straight, blonde hair flutters in the wind, the sunlight subtly changing its color to a slightly red tint. Thatâs probably what they call strawberry blonde, isnât it? With a grace so difficult to describe, that hue adds even more color to her sweet features. Her big eyes are a deep purple, bordered by long, thick eyelashes the same color as her hair. Theyâre almost like amethysts, glittering in the light.
I freeze at the sudden appearance of this beautiful girl, and her deep purple eyes look towards me. I become even more unable to move at that excessively direct vision. The girl smiles sweetly.
I thought Iâd gotten used to beauty, with that man at the top. The young man who was the hero was also beautiful, the princess too, the leader of the knights too. But this girl is different from the ones I knew. She boasts a beauty thatâs more appropriately described as âlovelyâ.
Was her flower spirit-like appearance the reason I couldnât move? I donât know what she thinks of me as I stay silent, but she slowly opens her light pink mouth.
It was just then that a new person entered that place.
ãPlease wait, donât just enter whenever you wantââ¦â¦ Filmina?ã
ãâ¦â¦Edi?ã
I murmur that really softly, letting out a sigh of relief â all without realizing it. That beautiful voice I know by ear, calling out my name. I look in that direction to see that familiar beautiful face, the same as when I sent him out from the mansion in the morning, clad in that black robe thatâs the mark of wizards working in the Black Lotus Court.
By the time I realize it, my stiff shoulders relax. Closing the parasol I held, I approach the man who is my husband.
ãHow do you do, Eâã
ãWhat are you doing here?ã
ãHuh?ã
At those sunrise-colored eyes squinting at me with an expression of loathe, I stiffen up again. I wonder if I misheard, but his expression shows me whether I like it or not that he really meant the words he said.
Although we havenât made it public yet, I am his wife for the time being, going through the ceremony and everything. Iâve visited him just like this countless times, so thereâs no reason for him to make this face at me after so long.
I donât understand. Itâs because I donât understand that anxiety crosses my chest. Whatâs going on here? I look at the man whoâs stopped in his tracks, but our eyes meet for only just a short moment before he looks away. Looking away from me, those sunrise-colored eyes look towards Arche.
ãHave you harvested todayâs lot?ã
ãHuh?! Y-yes!ã
ãThatâs enough for today, then. Good job. Leave for the day.ã
ãO-okay. Excuse meâ¦..â!ã
Arche too must have realized that his voice was lower than usual. Right as she quickly, strongly bows her head, she runs away from here with the same force. âWhat kind of way is that to talk to the girl that does so much for you?â I wanted to say that but my voice wouldnât come out.
Left here are me, the man supposed to be my husband, and the beautiful girl Iâm seeing for the first time.
ãThatâs so cruel, Sir Agedilus! I wanted to talk to try talking to that lady too.ã
ãSheâs no one you need to be worried about. More importantly, please return indoors right away. This may be inside a castle, but I donât know what might happen.ã
ãOh, but youâll protect me if something happens, wonât you?ã
ãâ¦â¦Thatâs true.ã
ãRight? So thereâs no need to worry.ã
At his unusual manner and actions, I can do nothing but remain frozen as Iâve been since this girl entered. Ignoring me, they begin a conversation, standing together.
The combination of the man that boasts matchless beauty like a night fairy, and the girl as beautiful as a flower spirit. This might not be the right time to say this, but they really do make a perfect picture together. To be honest, itâs a sight for sore eyes.
Now that itâs come to this, Iâm the one that feels out-of-place. Just like he said, ãWhat are you doing here?ã Itâs so strange. Oh dear, I just canât stand still being here.
Ah, just whatâs up with this? Iâd rather run away without saying anything, but I canât do that. At any rate, sheâs the kind of person that he has to speak using polite, honorific language to. They say wizards are the kind of beings freed from social position. This man is supposed to be singled out among even that handful of beings, and heâs talking so humbly.
I can vaguely see some leftover rudeness, but itâs still a rather polite way of speaking compared to usual. Just who can this girl be to make him talk to her like that?
By the time I realize it, my basket is about to fall off my arm. Holding it properly again, I silently look at the two of them. The girl suddenly looks over here. I can see myself looking so foolish, reflected in her glittering, deep purple eyes.
ãNice to meet you. Whatâs your name?ã
That lovely voice, perfectly suited to her beautiful looks. Flustered, I lightly get on a knee and bow, the way one would to a superior. I donât exactly know her social position, so itâs just for the time being.
ãSo lovely to meet you. My name is Filminaâã
ãSheâs Filmina Veer Adina. You must know the Adina family, the Governor of Magical Books.ã
He says that, drowning out my words. Iâm speechless at what he said, fumbling with my words. Ignoring that, the girl claps her hands in front of her chest. She quickly nods countless times, looking fixedly at me. There really is a strange impact you feel when being stared at with that direct gaze and those looks.
I smile vaguely, brushing it off one way or another, and she puts breaks into a smile on her lovely face. Perhaps itâs because of how young she is that her glittering eyes pointed towards me are certainly dazzling; I canât help but feel like flinching.
ãOh my, youâre from the Adina family! Iâve heard of you in rumors, about how you have the kingâs favor.ã
ãNo, itâs nothing like thatâ¦â¦ã
ãHaha, so youâre being modest. My introductionâs rather late now. Iâm Lunamerie Elle Valentine. I hope we stay acquaintances from now on.ã
ãâ¦â¦!ã
Just who could blame me for gulping then? Just wait a minute. Did you say âValentineâ?
Once again, I freeze. In front of me, that girl smiles like a blooming flower beside that man. Ah, they really are picture-perfect togetherâ¦â¦ No, this really isnât the time to think such escapist thoughts. I hurriedly bowed again, deeper this time.
If I didnât have this basket to hold, I couldâve taken a more formal bow by holding my dress too. But unfortunately, both my hands are being used now so I canât do that. Thatâs why I go lower on my knees, bowing my head so I canât see her face.
ãSo youâre Lord Valentineâs daughter. Please excuse me. I apologize for being rude.ã
The Valentine family. Thatâs one of the grand aristocrats of this country, with eminent political power. Itâs not one of your ordinary, run-of-the-mill aristocrats.
Earlier, she said my family, the Adina family ãhad the kingâs favorã, but the Valentine family easily surpasses the Adina family in that area. Iâm not very familiar with politics, but Iâm familiar enough with it to know how much the Valentine family has dug into the center of this country.
The man in front of me has just erased his earlier displeased look, now expressionless. Now I can easily understand why he was talking like that to her. He may be the royal palaceâs grand wizard, the hero that saved the world, and a man that basically doesnât care about social status and position. But of course, he still canât take his plainly blunt, cold attitude in front of ãthatã Valentine family.
Why is the daughter of the Valentine family here? With my head still lowered, I turn over those thoughts in my head. A worried voice comes from above.
ãWould you please raise your head? I find formalities difficult to deal with. Please call me Luna.ã
ãButâã
ãIâm telling you itâs alright. Thereâs no need for such restraint.ã
ãâ¦..Alright.ã
Thereâs no way I can protest more than that. I raise my head to see Lunamerie innocently smiling. Sheâs so cute you just feel like taking her home right then and there. Just like that man, sheâs like the best, highest-quality doll. But her lively glittering eyes are proof that she certainly is a living person.
ãSo if youâre from the Adina family, whatâs your relation to Sir Agedilus?ã
ãOur fathers were friends, so we were so-called âchildhood friendsâ.ã
ãOh, Iâm so jealous!ã
Looking up at him, Lunamerie smiles. Itâs a smile that would make every ordinary person in the world that saw it smile back, including me. In spite of that, he holds his expressionless face, not letting anyone see his emotions.
Lunamerieâs smile is something that would more or less liven up the hearts of every single person that saw it. But my husband doesnât seem like even a shred of his heart livened up at it. Or perhaps heâs making that face because I came in like an annoying bug when the two of them were finally meant to be alone?
ãSir Agedilus must have been so lovely when he was little. Hey, Lady Filmina, what was Sir Agedilus like then?ã
ãâ¦â¦Thatâs rightâ¦â¦ã
I canât instantly answer to her question, with that blooming smile. Even if she asks, âwhat was he like?â
Well, he was certainly very lovely when he was little, and then he was a beautiful child. But on the inside, he was a beast that wouldnât trust or get attached to anyone who wasnât his adopted father, my father-in-law Lancent. To be honest, I still wonder why he obediently worked hard at reading books with me thenâ¦â¦ Well, Iâll put that aside for now.
Lunamerie looks at me, her deep purple eyes sparkling in excitement, and I wonder just how can I ever explain that to her. The man who hasnât interrupted until now meets my eyes for just a moment. If I had to decipher what that gaze meant, was it saying âdonât say too muchâ? Iâm about to open my mouth but shut it at that gaze. As if replacing me, he opens his thin, nicely shaped lips.
ãMiss Lunamerie. Please pardon me, ask no more.ã
ãOh my, are you embarrassed? And Sir Agedilus, didnât I tell you to please call me Luna earlier in the first place?ã
Sullenly, he puffs up his cheeks. The sight of that beautiful girl looking up at him in protest has a different charm to it than her smile. Looking down at her, those sunrise-colored eyes narrow. Itâs a gesture Iâm used to, but a gesture thatâs nothing but scary to others. Whether you feel like glaring back at the person himself or not, it doesnât change the fact that his intensity is doubled.
But even with that gaze in front of her, Lunamerie isnât discouraged.
ãIf you call me Luna, Iâll pretend like what I asked Filmina earlier never happened.ã
ãâââLady Luna. Is it fine now?ã
ãYes, Sir Agedilus. Now please call me that without the âLadyâ part.ã
ãâ¦â¦Iâll think about it.ã
ãOh come on, thatâs so mean!ã
Lunamerie smiles happily, and he lets out a small sigh. Watching that makes me myself feel like Iâve had a huge shock. Those sunrise-colored eyes look towards me again. Even if I try to say something, it doesnât come out in words. I feel my lips tremble slightly.
What am I trying to say? Whatâs the correct thing to say? I canât find the answer even if I think about it; in the end, thereâs nothing to do but remain silent. As I stay silent, the man begins to say something indifferently.
ãFilmina. So what did you come here for?ã
I want to say âis it bad if I come without a reason?â Although, well, certainly a wife visiting her husbandâs workplace without a reason is just far too absurd.
I tightly hold the basket in my arm. It would be so simple to just give it to him if I think about doing it. ãI just brought you some lunch.ã This conversation ends with just that sentence. But right now, he probably doesnât want that. I know that. I canât help but know it.
Thatâs why instead of giving him the basket, I put on my smile mask for the second time today. Really, itâs such a handy thing my father taught me.
ãI was delivering something to my father, so I just thought Iâd take the opportunity to come and see you too. But Iâm so sorry, Iâve ended up being such a bother.ã
ãT-thatâs notâ!ã
Lunamerieâs cheeks suddenly change to a lighter color. Iâll never be this lovely. Itâs different from the otherworldly beauty of this man or the princess. No doubt that loveliness is beloved by everyone just because sheâs human and still manages to be capable of having that loviness.
âCuteness is justice and power.â Remembering something the ãpastã ãmeã often said, I canât help but softly smile. Those deep purple eyes blink in surprise, and the sunrise-colored eyes narrow in suspicion.
ãHey, Filmiâã
ãWell then, Iâll take my leave from here, please excuse me. Have a nice day.ã
I donât say âPlease take your time talkingâ since that wouldâve been rude, but thatâs really what I think. Before leaving, I bow deeply once again. Then, holding my basket properly, I open my parasol and turn back to leave on the same path I came from.
I didnât hear a single voice calling out to stop me.
Taking that as a good opportunity, I leave the garden and walk along the same trackless path in the courtyard as when I came here. The basket in my arm feels strangely heavy. Why, even though I didnât think it was heavy at all when I was coming here?
The sandwiches have nowhere to go now. It might be alright if I actually give them to my father, just like the excuse I gave earlier. But then he might say things like ãDid something happen?ã or ãYou should show your face around our home too once in a whileã which is honestly irritating.
And besides that, I might carelessly reveal how Iâve been going to the library lately. Considering that, I really do hesitate to go to my father. And if so.
ãâ¦â¦There really isnât anything to do but eat these.ã
Thatâs such a trivial problemâ¦â¦ Well, I canât say that, but I have to finish these off before that man comes home at night. It seems awkward to hold onto them until night for dinner, and sandwiches arenât appropriate dinners in the first place.
Overeating along with the sunâs ultraviolet rays are beautyâs greatest enemies, but I kind of feel like eating them today. Somethingâs made me feel that way. Iâm certainly not binge eating out of stress. Yes, certainly not.
Then, I walk in one of the arbors dotted along the courtyard. Sitting down on the bench, I put the basket onto the table. Randomly deciding to settle down at an arbor in the castle and have lunch there can probably get me a stern warning, but I especially chose this arbor thatâs out of peopleâs sight in this vast courtyard. I could say thereâs almost no chance of anyone finding me here.
Taking out a sandwich from inside the basket, I bring it to my mouth. As I chew it, crunch crunch, what returns to my mind is of course what happened just earlier.
Miss Lunamerie Elle Valentine. Even in memories, sheâs a lovely person. Judging from her actions and words, itâs easy to imagine sheâs in love with that man. That sweet response sheâd shown me at the end with her cheeks red was like proof of it. And the reason that man didnât name me as Lancent in front of a girl like her wasââI dare say, to protect me.
No doubt other people would say, âwhat of that was ãto protect youã?â It wouldnât be strange if I was laughed at, âjust how is she misunderstanding this?â Well, certainly there arenât many women who would feel the way he interacted was protecting them. The only reason I can think that is because Iâm more or less more sensitive to the delicacies of his emotions than other people, since Iâve known him for so long.
If it wasnât for that, Iâd leave behind a note at my current home saying, ãIâm going home,ã making that into my second home and really going back to the Adina family.
Standing next to the daughter of the famous Valentine family, grand aristocrats in the middle of the grand aristocrats, that man isnât any less than her. In fact, heâs better. It wouldnât be strange if the Valentine family was trying to get him, the hero of the saved world. Because of that, Iâd be nothing but a hindrance since Iâm already his wife. Thereâs a chance theyâd apply some sort of pressure on me.
Although I may be from the Adina family, working for generations at the unique position of Governor of Magical Books, thatâs mostly meaningless against the Valentine family. That must be why he introduced me as not from the Lancent family, but the Adina family. Implying that Iâm nothing more than just a childhood friend. Without thinking of how Iâd feel about that.
God, he really is a hopeless man. Iâm not as weak as he thinks. But on the other hand, Iâm not strong enough to have a clear boundary line like that drawn around me without getting hurt.
By all rights, isnât someone like Lunamerie more suited to that man? Thoughts like that cross my mind. He must love me. From the surprisingly increasing physical relationship since we got married, Iâve realized that so much it embarrasses me. And yet.
I donât feel something soft and fluttery like âIâm so happy it scares me.â Itâs something muddier, dark and stagnant. The anxiety I felt when I was talking to Arche too is revived once again, slowly but steadily encroaching on my heart.
By the time I realize it, the hand I was eating the sandwiches with has stopped, along with my mouth. I feel dizzy. I can hear someoneâs crying voice. It feels like fog spreads over my field of vision, and I canât sit properly anymore. Somehow, I manage to return the half-eaten sandwich to the basket, leaning my unsteady back on the back of the chair.
I hear that crying voice, like a ringing in my ears. For some reason, I feel like Iâve heard it before, and it bewilders me once again.
Drowsiness attacks me suddenly. If I fall asleep here, no doubt Iâll see that dream again. I can say that with full conviction. But that unceasing crying voice which was supposed to be loud and annoying, is actually trying to lead me to the world of dreams. Then, as if laughing at me as I desperately try to fight off my sleepiness, my eyelids gradually start to close.
âAh, too late, itâs hopeless.â It was then that it happened, the second I thought that.