Plaited long hair with white and grey mixed in it, and azure eyes as if reflecting the ocean. Those arranged features really do look like a noble youthâs, and right now they look suspicious. With his robe fluttering in the wind, Celves Sin Ronein approaches me.
I hold the talisman in my hand properly, hiding it from his eyes so he doesnât notice. Thankfully, it seems like he hasnât noticed my action. Relieved at that, I look at him to see him sit down beside me, opening the book he held on the table.
ãJust what have you come to do here today?ã
ãHuh? No, um, how should I put itâ¦â¦ã
Thereâs no way I can open up about everything here, so I hesitate. Celves doesnât ask me anything else, silently reading his magical book.
I stand up as quietly as possible so as not to disturb his reading. Iâm about to leave just like that when he calls me to stop, ãWait.ã
ãWhere are you going?ã
ãI just thought I shouldnât bother you, soâ¦ã
ãNot really, I didnât say you were bothering me, did I?ã
âSit down, itâs fine,â thatâs what those azure eyes say. Urged by his gaze, I sit down once again to my original spot. But after that, there is nothing to talk about, and time just passes. A quiet, peaceful time where the only sounds are the breeze, the rustling of leaves, the chirps of songbirds, and the sound of Celves turning the pages.
I glance at him from the side. His skin color hasnât changed since the last time we metâ¦â¦ No, itâs actually worsened even further. Is he sleeping probably? Is he eating properly? Aggravating my worries, I casually look at where Celvesâs hands are.
Celves too, is reading a bulky magical book just like like that man does. Watching that, I canât help but tilt my head to the side.
ãâ¦â¦?ã
Both of Celvesâs arms, peeking out from his robe, are wrapped in a white bandage. It crosses over his wrists and seems to be wrapped until his arm. Did he get injured? To get injured from his hands to his arms, and both limbs on top of that â itâs a rather skillful way to get injured.
ãUmâ¦â¦ã
ãWhat is it?ã
He answers just with his voice, not taking his eyes off of the magical book. I suddenly realize it. Everyone can tell that the bandages on both his arms are clearly not something normal. It feels a bit inexcusable for people like me to ask about it just out of curiosity.
Celves raises his head from his magical book, looking dubiously at me since I called out to him but didnât say anything else. For just a second, I think, âWhat do I do?â By the time I realize it, my mouth moves by itself.
ãâ¦â¦Do men really just prefer young, sweet girls more?ã
ââWas there really no better question I could ask?
I realize too late the expression on Celvesâs face. He looks at me, dumbfounded, and his gaze hurts so much I canât stand it. I can feel my face getting hot.
ãWhat are you saying all of a sudden?ã
His voice is completely baffled to the bottom of his heart. Really.
ãI-Iâm very sorry. Please forget it.ã
My voice shaking, I lower my head. All of this instantly makes the sight of Lunamerie come to mind, so itâs no good. But even so, there must be some other topic besides that. Ah, really, I just want to disappear.
ãThings like that are just personal preference.ã
Whether he knows Iâm secretly writhing in agony on the inside or not, Celves says that bluntly as if spitting it out for some reason, glaring at me.
ãOr is it not like that? Do you prefer young men with excellent looks?ã
ãHuh? Ah, noâ¦â¦. Not really.ã
Thatâs not a very persuasive line, coming from me who has a husband famed to have beauty not even night fairies can match up to. Iâm adding one thing to another, but even though he has that white beautiful face, considering his very problematic personality or sharp tongue, thereâs no way I could choose him solely based on his looks.
Itâs worrying. Because itâs none other than me that will always want to be beside that man because heâs him, no matter how difficult to understand and annoying his personality is, no matter how sharp-tongued he is.
At my answer, Celvesâs narrowed eyes slightly relax.
ãââRight. Itâs just like that.ã
ãThatâs⦠right, isnât it. Thank you.ã
Watching me as I bow my head, Celves once again looks like he wants to understand further, slightly tilting his head.
ãWhy did you ask that in the first place?ã
This too, is a reasonable question. âUm,â I try to search for the right words, trying to change the subject, but Celvesâs gaze wonât allow me to do that. Casting my eyes downwards to escape that gaze of his, I open my mouth just a little.
ãâ¦â¦My husband doesnât talk about these things much. So I wanted to hear your opinion, as a man.ã
Thatâs right. Now that I think about it, that man got engaged to me at a very young age before he was interested in things like that. I never paid much attention to his tastes and preferences for the opposite gender. But now, I realize after so long that I probably should have thought more deeply about it.
Iâve been trying very hard not to feel even slightly embarrassed when I stand beside him. But all that effort may have been misdirected when I donât even know his likings in the first place. Well, no matter how hard I work now, my current state is extremely horrible with my lack of sleep lately.
I swallow down a sigh about to escape my lips, raise my head to look at Celves once again. His azure eyes are open wide, looking at me.
ãSir Celves?ã
What happened? The surprise in his eyes is actually surprising me more. I see myself reflected in his azure eyes, tilting my head to the side. Celvesâs thin lips tremble.
ãSuzette, youâreâ¦ã
ãYes?ã
ãYouâre married?ã
I canât help but blink in surprise at that question. Itâs too late by the time I realize, âAh. I messed up.â I carelessly said ãhusbandã.
ãââYes. More or less.ã
ãMore or less?ã
ãMore or less.ã
At the ruminating, suspicious voice, I reply in the same way. Am I smiling properly? My voice has unfortunately become feeble, but I want to at least keep my face proper. But here with no mirror, I myself donât know what face Iâm making now.
My position still hasnât become fixed yet, itâs far too erratic and unsure, and it really does make me anxious. Even though heâs said so much for me already, I really am such a greedy woman.
The talisman that man gave me is supposed to only have a slight heat to it, but by the time I realize it itâs giving off warmth like a heated stone. I remember his words, ãYouâll know when it responds.ã Is this its response? I want to open my hand and check it right now, but even I know that it would be bad to do that in front of Celvesâ¦â¦. Wait. Thatâs right. If this is the ãresponseã that man spoke of. That means.
My body trembles unconsciously. I look at Celvesâs face in front of me. Reflected in his azure eyes is my dumbfounded face. The talisman gives off heat in my hand.
ââNo way.
What does he think of me, as I stiffen at the thought that comes to my mind? Celves suddenly has a serious expression on his face, looking at me.
ãSuzette, if you want, I canââã
ãâ?!ã
Celves starts to say something, but as if interrupting his voice, the green thicket nearby moves. It hadnât given any signs of moving before, so me and Celves both shake in surprise.
As we do, a person you can tell is tall at a glance emerges from the thicket. I feel my eyes widening at the unexpected person. Indifferent to me, that person spits out a nut theyâd been eating, letting out a sigh.
ãAah, finally made itâ¦â¦ Wait, hm?ã
My eyes suddenly meet his red-brown eyes. Then, just as that red-brown gaze crosses the gap from me to Celves, a mischievous light enters his eyes.
ãWell, if it ainât Filmina!ã
ãS-Sir Alhelm?ã
He smiles, as if really saying, ãI found something interesting!ã I know this tall man that has shown up here. Or, rather, thereâs no one in the country that doesnât know him.
Vivid red hair, so short it barely reaches his shoulders, tied into one at the base of his neck. His eyes are reddish-brown as mentioned before, and his face is tough and masculine, with a little bit of roughness to it. If he went down to the land by the castle, he could certainly be popular. The clothes he wear are the sign of the chivalric order of knights; his muscular body can be felt even through his clothes, and one can tell how efficient he is.
His name is Alhelm Lix. Although heâs from commoner origins, he managed to reach the position of the leader of the knights of our country. And then, he defeated the demon king as one of of the party of heroes, one of the saviors of the world.
Our friendship began when we met at my wedding to that man. Heâs the very definition of cheerful and openhearted. Far from fearing that âblack-hairâ man, he doesnât lose or is discouraged by his sharp tongue, heâs actually a strong man that manages to still tease him.
I also know about his habit of procrastination. âThatâs probably the reason heâs here now too.â Thinking that, I stand up from the bench and hurriedly bow.
ãItâs been a while since we met, Sir Alhem.ã
ãCut the formalities. I told you before I ainât good at things like that, right?ã
ãâ¦â¦You havenât changed at all, have you?ã
The leader of the knight laughs at my words, approaching closer here. I step closer to him too, standing in front of him. Looking down at me, he grins broadly.
ãAnyway, so youâre havinâ a secret meeting at a place like this, huh? Itâd be serious if that guy heard oâ this.ã
ãA secret meeting?ã
A secret meeting. Thatâs a word that really does remind me of ladies saying things like âteehee, oh dear!â Whoâs having a secret meeting, and with who? I canât help but half-close my eyes. I must be making a very delicate expression. The leader of the knights changes his mischievous smile to a bitter one, clapping my shoulders as he says, ãMy bad, my bad.ã
ãDonât make that face. If itâs you, that oh so pretty face of his would crumble â itâd be hilarious to see!ã
ãSir Alhelmâ¦â¦.ã
Not knowing what to say, I vaguely smile to end this. They do say itâs a big world, but there probably arenât many people who can say this to that man. I realize once again that even though that man doesnât want to bluntly admit it, this leader of the knights is unmistakably one of his friends. That makes me feel happy, but at the same time just a little lonely. Thatâs when I hear a dumbfounded voice from behind.
ãFilmina?ã
ãAh!ã
ãHm?ã
I forgot. It had completely slipped my mind when the leader of the knights made his appearance, but Celves is still in the arbor. Following Alhelmâs suspicious gaze as he looks behind me, I timidly turn around to see Celves standing up from the bench, looking here as if he canât believe it.
From that expression, I understand. That Iâve been caught.
ãSir Celves, Iâmâ¦â¦ã
ãYouâre Suzette, right?!ã
ãKyaâ?!ã
Celves determinedly approaches me, taking big steps, grabbing both my shoulders and pressing me for an answer before I can finish what Iâm saying. I canât help but raise my voice at how extremely forceful and strong it is. At our not very peaceful exchange, the leader of the knights beside me immediately cuts in between Celves and me.
ãOi, oi, whatâre you thinkinâ, grabbing a lady outta nowhere like that?ã
ãStep aside, itâs nothing to do with you!ã
ãThat so? Then I really ainât leavinâ.ã
The leader of the knights, smiling boldly as he protects me behind him, and Celves who glares sharply at him. Even though I feel overwhelmed by the critical situation, I still pull at Alhelmâs clothes.
ãS-Sir Alhelm, itâs only natural for Sir Celves to be angry. Soâ¦â¦ Hotâ?!ã
The talisman Iâd been gripping tightly all this time falls from my hand, rolling on the ground. It got too hot, and I couldnât hold it anymore. The fallen talisman now shines brightly.
Seeing the shining talisman fall to the ground â namely, the demonâs core â Celvesâs eyes widen, as if about to spill over. âWhy?â he silently mouths. Then.
ãGaaaah!ã
A scream gushes out of Celvesâs mouth. Dark red smoke rises from Celvesâs arms. That color is the same color as the demonâs core, a visceral, disgusting color that makes me get goosebumps.
A crack enters the demonâs core. As if itâs being constricted by the silver threads. The moment I think, âAh,â that crack spreads over the whole core, and silver light leaks out of the cracks one by one. Before long, the core gets smashed with a âthud!â and silver light dyes the surroundings.