Oh, Lady Filmina?ã
Lunamerie tilts her head to the side, as if saying, âthatâs unexpectedâ. Her strawberry blonde hair slips off her shoulder at that gesture. I stood up, even as I was captivated by that hair, so fine that even though I didnât touch it myself, I could tell how soft it was. Since Iâve been caught, itâs unacceptable to just sit and watch when the other person is the noble daughter of the Valentine family, although sheâs younger than me. Lifting up the hem of my dress from left and right with both my hands, I bow.
ãHow do you do, Lady Luna. Itâs been a while since we last met.ã
ãHaha, nice to see you. Are you here to meet Sir Agedilus again too?ã
ãâ¦â¦Yes, I just had a small errand.ã
I canât possibly be foolishly honest and say ãIâve been coming here every day latelyã so I vaguely smile, lying. The manâs sunrise-colored eyes look at me as if he wants to say something, but I ignore that and smile. I donât know what Lunamerie thought of that, but she deepens her lovely smile even more, opening her light-pink lips.
ãIf so, then would you have tea with us too? It would make me so happy to hear your stories about Sir Agedilus.ã
ãLady Lunamerie, thatâsâã
ãI canât listen to what youâre saying if you wonât call me Luna.ã
ãâ¦â¦Lady Luna. Thereâs nothing interesting in my past. Itâs not even worth hearing about.ã
ãOh, thatâs for me to decide, not for you. Hey, Lady Filmina. You agree, donât you?ã
I canât help but be speechless. Lunamerie blinks her sparkling eyes, asking me that. I canât feel any bad intentions in her words, just genuine interest and curiosity â and then, envy towards me for knowing about his past. Itâs only natural for a maiden in love to want to know about her belovedâs past stories. Especially if itâs a man like this one, who almost never talks about his past usually.
Usually, I wouldnât hesitate to cooperate with a maiden thatâs determined trying to woo the one she likes, also I wouldnât be discouraged from his unfriendly behavior. But that scenario doesnât apply to this man.
I can feel my heart getting noisy just by watching the two of them stand and talk like this. My heart was supposed to have calmed down, but now waves of discord wash over it. Waves bigger than the last time I met Lunamerie.
For some reason, the sight of them in my nightmare, standing together intimately, overlaps this scene in front of me. I feel the impulse to close my eyes, but I somehow manage to bear that.
No, this isnât that dream. This is unmistakably reality. Yes, itâs reality â thatâs why the sight in front of me weighs so heavy on me.
ãFilmina?ã
ãâ¦â¦â!ã
My breath is slightly taken away by that manâs voice. By the time I realized it, he and Lunamerie, and then Widnichol, were all looking straight at me. Ah, not good. It seems I zoned out again. Lunamerieâs gaze as she waits for my answer hurts.
âWell now, what should I say?â As I think that, a troubled smile probably comes on my face. Just like before, those sunrise-colored eyes look at me, saying more eloquently than words could, ãDonât say unnecessary things.ã
ââYeah, yeah, I know.
Even if the other person is the daughter of a great aristocrat family, my most important priority has been obvious from the start.
ãLady Luna, please forgive me. I canât tell you about his stories when he himself doesnât want that.ã
I know that his childhood stories are full of the dark past he wants to erase. Even I donât know about all of it. But if this man ãdoesnât want to talk about itã then thereâs no reason for me to say no to that.
Perhaps my answer was unexpected, since Lunamerie widens her deep purple eyes. There probably arenât many people that deny her what she wants like this, considering her parentage or her looks. âThis may have been rude,â I secretly get flustered internally. Indifferent to me, Lunamerie purses her lips once, and then opens her mouth again.
ãIs that so. â¦â¦I understand. If thatâs what you say, then Iâll just have to get Sir Agedilus to tell me by myself!ã
Thatâs a brave declaration. I canât help but feel like applauding her. ãPlease prepare yourself!ã Lunamerie pushed the basket in her hand towards him. In response to that, he takes it on instinct, but furrows his brows at an angle that Lunamerie canât notice. Widnichol looks back and forth from the man and Lunamerie, trembling with fear, ãUwaahâ¦â¦ã
The man looks down into the basket pushed at him, an indescribable expression on his face. Watching that, the girl smiles in satisfaction. That man with otherworldly androgynous beauty, and that girl with lovely features like a doll. Just like in the dream, it really is picture-perfect. âTheyâre a good match,â it quite naturally seems like that. It really does.
Somehow, I horribly feel like I canât stay here any longer. I want to cast my eyes downwards. But I feel like if I do that, Iâll really have accepted the two of them standing together, so I just canât.
ãEdi, Iâ¦â¦ã
ãGoodness!ã
ãHuh?ã
To try and calm down, I open my mouth to say Iâll leave and make some tea. But right as I do, Lunamerie raises her voice. I blink my eyes in surprise; she turns those big eyes towards me with a very lovely smile on her face.
ãSo you call Sir Agedilusm âSir Ediâ!ã
ãHuh, ahâ¦â¦ã
ãThatâs so lovely, Iâm certainly going to call him that too! Thatâs alright, isnât it?ã
Entwining her fingers of both hands in front of her chest, Lunamerie looks up at him. Even though Iâm only watching from beside, those upturned eyes are extremely adorable.
What is he going to say? What is he going to say to a girl much, much more lovely than me inside and out, whoâs not afraid of him even though heâs a âblack-hairâ? What if he says ãI donât mindã? What if he says that? Just thinking about it makes me cold to my core, as if my entire body is freezing.
By the time I realize it, my hands are tight fists. It takes me a while to notice the pain of my fingernails sticking into the palms of my hands. I finally loosen them. Then I stick onto my face the smile mask I inherited from my father.
ãââEdi, Iâm going to take my leave now.ã
ãFilmina?ã
ãLady Filmina? What about having teaâ¦â¦ã
ãIâm very sorry, Lady Luna. Please, letâs look forward to that next time.ã
I bow, pulling at the hem of my dress, stepping up to Widnichol who has already changed his atmosphere, behind Lunamerie. As he shakes with surprise, I take the opportunity of him stiffening to grab the heavy book heâs holding.
ãSir Widnichol, do you mean to return this to the library?ã
ãT-thatâs right, butâ¦â¦.ã
ãWell then, Iâll go in your place.ã
ãHuh?! B-butâã
ãPlease donât worry about it. The libraryâs on the way back.ã
As I smile at the flustered boy, a gaze pierces my back. I turn to look over my shoulder to see the man watching me, the ends of his eyebrows lifted up.
ãWait, Filmina.ã
ãEdi, you have to be properly hospitable to Lady Luna.ã
Before he can say anything more to me, I look forward again and begin walking. I know Iâm behaving foolishly. If I think just a little, I know how dangerous it is for me with my current situation to be away from that man, alone. But even so, I canât stay there any longer. It felt like I was being shown the same exact scene I see in my dreams, and the boundaries between whether I was sleeping or awake got blurred.
ãFilmina!ã
That manâs voice calls out to me, although it didnât call out the last time I met Lunamerie. But thereâs no way I can respond to that, and I canât stop my feet either.
âItâs like Iâm running away,â even I myself think that. âWell, technically, Iâve already ran away.â Thinking that, as if Iâm looking at it from an outsiderâs perspective, I hold the bulky book in my arms properly, leave the manâs laboratory, and quickly leave the Black Lotus Court.
Then, leaving the Black Lotus Court, I reach the library after walking through the corridors for a while, finishing off the procedure. Perhaps itâs because theyâre prohibited books, and itâs past the due date, I was harshly asked, ãHow do you have this book when youâre not a wizard?ã but I showed them the bracelet I always have on me, that I received from that man, and managed to avoid further problems. Perhaps I should finally ask that man just what this bracelet is.
Then, Iâm about to go back to the mansion that is my home just like that, butââfor some reason, my feet head back towards the Black Lotus Court again.
Itâs nothing more than my wishful thinking that Lunamerie must be leaving soon now. But even so, I canât help but wish for that. Walking not along the correct path, but along the path-less path in the courtyard, what comes to my mind is the sight of that man and Lunamerie standing together.
That trivial ârequestâ that sweet voice said, that she wanted him to let her call him ãEdiã too. Even though itâs him, can he really say no that easily to it? My briskly advancing footsteps, along with my sinking thoughts getting darker, slowly grow slower, before finally suddenly stopping. My feet feel heavy, and I canât go any further.
The thought of returning to that manâs laboratory in the Black Lotus Court and seeing him standing with Lunamerie again scares me. But itâs also true that I want to see that man and feel relieved. Itâs rather selfish and arbitrary, if I do say so myself.
I realize after so long just how special the name ãEdiã is to me. That one irreplaceable name, more important than anything else. âEdi.â I now realize that since he allowed me to call him that, I unknowingly developed a superiority complex. Iâm embarrassed at myself for it.
ãâ¦â¦How shameful.ã
I murmur that in a half-sigh, forcibly moving my feet that really arenât even trying to move forward. Even though heâd stopped me, Iâd ended up leaving without listening to him; it feels embarrassing to return home just like this. But on the other hand, I canât go back to the laboratory where Lunamerie might be. Or, rather, I donât want to.
In the end, I choose the path that goes to the arbor. This place holds a fond memory for me in the past as well. I step firmly over the green lawn, slipping through the gaps between the garden trees all put in order, finally reaching the arbor in the courtyard placed near the Black Lotus Court.
A pleasant wind blows by. I close my eyes instinctively. âWhatâll happen if I fall asleep here?â Thoughts like that cross my mind, no laughing matter. Thereâs no one here to wake me up either â if I fall asleep here, this time I really might not wake up again.
The nightmare that torments me every night is always the same. In the midst of that muddy darkness, people beloved to me run away from me. Even that man turns his back on me, running away. The sight of that strawberry-blonde hair standing beside him steals from me the willpower to chase that man. As I give up even reaching my hand out, in that moment my feet plunge down, as if turning into a thick liquid. Unable to resist, I sink into the swamp of the crying voice. Then again, when I reach the bottom, I find ãherã. Sitting all alone, sobbing by herself.
ãWhy?ã
I murmur that to myself with my eyes closed. Why is it ãherã? ãSheã isnât here anymore. Is ãsheã really ãherã in the first place? I donât understand. I donât understand a single thing.
ââAh, again.
I can hear the crying voice again. The more I hear it the louder it gets, and I donât know what to do anymore. Drowsiness creeps in towards me. It crawls up from my feet, trying to take away my consciousness to the darkness. I canât. I canât fall asleep. That man will be angry at me again.
âFilmina.â Itâs then that I feel like Iâm being called by that man.
ãâ¦â¦.Edi?ã
My inevitably heavy eyelids finally lift up. Why is it that my chest feels hot? Not metaphorically ãhotã, but really ãhotã in a physical sense.
I pull out the âtalismanâ from my neckline, in the purple bag that the man had given to me; I had hung it from my neck, hiding it under my dress. I untie the thread, putting the clearly hot insides in the palm of my hand. That dark red regular octahedron, the demonâs core, has silver threads entwined countless times over it â the princessâs hair. For some reason, itâs emitting a faint light. I raise it up to the sky, staring at it fixedly as it has a definite heat to it, radiating light.
ãWhyâ¦â¦ã
ãSuzette?ã
ãâ?!ã
My body reflexively trembles at the voice that calls out to me without warning. At the same time, I grasp the talisman Iâd been holding up to the sky, hiding it. I raise my body straight from the back of the bench Iâd been leaning on, looking at the direction from where the voice had come. The person I expect stands there. Thereâs no one other than him that calls me Suzette.
ãS-Sir Celves?ã