Chapter 53
"...Yes?"
The Clerivan's handsome face became pale.
The tall body staggered once, then leaned back against the back of the sofa and asked me with a look as if the world was over.
"Did I make mistake...?"
Obviously, you misunderstood my words.
He would even cry soon.
I heard that Clerivan's nickname is 'cold handsome'.
Where on earth is that face?
Pretending not to know, I said a little bit late to make fun of Clerivan.
"What extent do you expect, Clerivan?"
“No, I…….”
Clerivan rubbed his messy face.
If this continues he will cry.
I said with a playful laugh.
“Not the clothing store. Are you ready to resign from my grandfather?"
“Oh, then…….”
Joy passes on Clerivan's face, who understands what I mean.7
I smiled and answered.
"My eleventh birthday is coming. I have to get ready."1
The day I am free is not long.
Of course, there is one hurdle to overcome before that.
A flower of laughter bloomed on Clerivan's face looking at me.
“And this. Could you pass it on to Caitlyn? Probably now, she will be in my grandfather's office.”
I just handed out a letter envelope sealed by Louryl to Clerivan.
Clerivan nodded, looks like he knows who this was written for.
* * *
Poirak Palace's training ground.
Perez, standing with his sword in a well-organized posture.
Spacious space closed his eyes and felt the wind.
Although his black hair and collar were fluttering in the wind, the tall, slender boy remained unshakable.
He just stands quietly with a beautiful face like a masterpiece.2
The teaching method of the swordsmanship teacher attached by the Lombardy Lord was slightly different from the other knights.
In addition, It does not apply the law to make loud noises and does not teach students carelessly.
Rather, Perez spent much of his class meditating like this.
A little while ago, I was tried to reconsider places his teacher with the teacher in my mind.
Perez was a hard-working guy that wasn't innately talented.
Sometimes the swordsmanship class is forced to stop.
But today it was a little different. Perez's swordsmanship teacher, Juves, looked strangely at the disciple who could not concentrate on the class.
From a teaching standpoint, a student who absorbs everything at such a fast pace sometimes gets distracted like this.
It was because he saw Perez every day like that.
In the end, Juves said with a small sigh.
"Enough for today, Your Majesty."
For someone who can't concentrate on the movement of the wind.Perez stubbornly closed his eyes and shook his head.
"I'll do more."
It has been almost three years since he has regained his rightful position as a Prince.
Now it's okay to live a little more comfortably.
The appearance of the Second Prince, who is still enthusiastic about swordsmanship and study, to the extent that obsessive-compulsiveness is suspected, made the observer a little worried.
Juves wanted it to be good.
In the meantime, Perez hadn't taken a single day off the swordsmanship class, so Juves thought he should make the 2nd Prince take a rest.
“You keep losing your concentration and composure, but only imitating is useless. I'm going to lower the sword."
In the end, Perez slowly opened his eyes.
Through the dark hair blowing in the wind, eyes brighter than Ruby appeared.
Perez, who is thirteen years old, now is a boy, standing there, with a very beautiful appearance.1
Sometimes it was too much and the reality was degraded.
But Juves, who had been through Perez very closely, knew that this beautiful boy was actually a man who lacked so much.
There was almost no joy or sorrow that any person would have.
Even if there was, it was faint.
When Perez expressed his emotional expression, it was only when he occasionally eats round candy or when he looks at the blooming Bomnia Flowers.1
Even when deliberately pushing strength training to its limits, Perez was silent.
Regarding that, he even heard that even in academic class his attitude was the same.
Despite the incredible speed of growth, Juves are worried about where the 2nd Prince's 'blindness' is coming from.
So today, Juves took the initiative to ask about what was bothering Perez.
"Is there someone you are waiting for?"
Juves asked while remembered Perez's gaze toward the entrance of the Palace.
"Yeah."
Replied Perez, in a small flinch.
"Who are you waiting for?"
“Waiting for Caitlyn to return home.”
"Why?"
“… I can't tell you."
Perez, who had always been telling the truth, refused to answer in the first place.
As if hiding the most precious secret in the world, his young lips were stubbornly closed.
Juves even felt a sense of betrayal.
"Please tell me."
“No.”
"Your Majesty."
“I said no.”
Perez was even vigilant now.
"Are you refused to answer your teacher, so I will punish you. Do 1000 cuts up and down."
"Yeah."
Now Juves has lost his words.
Rather than telling the reason for waiting for Caitlyn, Perez going to do a thousand cuts.
Juves shook his head.
Soon, at the training hall, there was nothing but the sound of Perez's harsh breath.
Huoong, huoong.
Around 500 times like that. Juves said at Perez, who had become sweaty.
"I don't know for what reason, but I'm very worried about Your Majesty."
Huoong, huoong.
"Just as understanding and inclusion in other people are important, it is also important to have a generous attitude toward oneself."
Huoong, huoong.
“Your Majesty, whom I have watched, lacks those points. It doesn't have to be perfect in every way. People don't know ...……. "
It was weird.
He couldn't hear the sound of the sword breaking the wind anymore.
Juves eyes turned puzzled and saw Perez already running at full speed from there.2
With a sword in one hand and a scabbard in the other, it was the profile of someone running towards something like a crazy man
“Well, Your Majesty?”
It was the first time.
How Perez lost his composure like that?2
No, the bright eyes that reminded me of the red ruby a little while ago showed even something like madness at first glance.2
And on the side where Perez was running, there was a wagon that had just entered Poirak Palace.
Juves felt unreasonable and just stood there watching him.
Perez, who ran to the entrance and stood in front of the carriage, could not remain still even in the short moment when the footrest was placed and the carriage door opened.
He quickly put his sword in the scabbard and rubbed his hands covered with dirt and sweat on his stretched pants.1
Finally, the carriage door opened, and Caitlyn, the maid of the Poirak Palace, stepped on the ground lightly.
And when she found Perez standing right in front of her, she laughed while spreading, and took something out of her handbag and handed it over.
"Letter?"
It was definitely a small pink envelope.
And a smile, though lightly, spreads on the face of Perez who received it.
Red lips draw a nice line, and sharp eyes are curved.
It was a clear smile.
"Ha...."
Juves laughed unwittingly at Perez's smile for the first time.
Who in the world wouldn't saw a pure boy who didn't know what to do with that joy?
Perez was standing still for a while. Then he grabbed the letter and ran into the Palace.
With the sword always thrown away from the body.
Juves, seeing the sword lying on the floor, muttered bleakly.
“Well, if it’s fortunate, that’s fortunate.”
* * *
"Miss, can't I sleep here today?"
"No."
“Why. There are so many rooms left."
"Why do you leave a good house and sleep in someone else's house? Go back quickly."2
"Hey, Young Miss, you're too much………."
Louryl lowered her shoulders and pouting her lips, but it doesn't work for me.
When I remember the last time I let her stay without thinking, and finally, I had to listen to Louryl's chat until I fell asleep….
I trembled without even knowing.
"Heying. Then I'll come early tomorrow."
Lauryl, who said so, nodded to me and went outside.
I'm on a holiday tomorrow. Do you know?
But once I tell you, you might actually be sleeping here.
I lay down on the sofa in the living room alone to enjoy the tranquility that finally came.
The day was very easy thanks to Louryl's help, but sometimes I need time to be alone.
I relaxedly closed my eyes.
However, the stillness did not last long.
Bang-!
The door opened with a loud sound.
"Louryl, what else did you leave Dad?"
It was my father who was holding the door handle and breathing.
I was amazed and sat up.+
“T, Tia… … .”
My father staggers when he calls my name.
Then he stopped in front of the sofa where I was sitting and fell to his knees.
My father's face, whose eye level was similar to mine, was crying.
"Ah, Dad, Dad...."
My father, who had been happily a few times, said the next word.
"Your dad getting a medal!"