âBecause today Iâm here to give you the necklace, Iâll go back for now. Iâm a little tired from just coming back to the capital, and Iâll be back tomorrow ⊠would that be alright for you?â
âYes, I canât even go out because Iâm on probation anyway.â
âYouâre on probation? Why ⊠no, letâs talk about this tomorrow.â
She sighed, giving her head. The appearance of complaining of a headache was like looking in a mirror, and I also sighed.
Alice raised herself with a bag that was much lighter than when she first came. The platinum string around her neck glistened through her collar.
The necklace she gave Aaron. The necklace she gave me. The necklace on Aliceâs neck. All were the same necklace.
For me, who had once been relieved of Aaron Claymoreâs feelings, I couldnât help but have a strange impression. More or less impulsively, I called Alice as she headed for the door.
âAlice, I told you I saw in a dream what kind of relationship I had with Aaron.â
âI donât know the details, but youâre engaged with the intention to end it ⊠Why? What happened?â
âWhat if I marry Aaron?â I asked in a serious voice.
It was an assumption drawn by Aaronâs proposal. I wanted to know how Alice would take it that might have become a reality.
Aaron Claymore knew who Alice was, and still loved her. Still, he doesnât approach Alice and even hides the fact that he knows it.
Then what about Alice?
Does she know who Aaron is or does she recognize Ed?
Frankly, it was not something that was open to others.
But if one does not push the other, the two may not be able to speak to each other.
Honestly, I was guilty of thinking that I would intercept Aaron for a while, and I was doing things with reflection on myself, but I sincerely hoped that the two would be united.
A lot of things have changed because I acted differently from the original, but the love of the protagonist has not changed, as can be seen through Aaron.
So would Alice.
I hoped that Aliceâs face would be hardened or whitened, or anyway, the expression I had when I knew Noctonâs identity, but her face was rather bright.
Her bright eyes were wide open and her flushed cheeks seemed to be filled with joy.
âOh my god, is it real? You were going to break up your engagement ⊠but you fell in love? How romantic! Itâs like a novel!â
Congratulations!
When I saw Aliceâs face, I couldnât think she was hiding her innermost thoughts.
Iâm sure she really doesnât know.
I swallowed a sigh, recalling Aaronâs face.
At least take off the anti-recognition artifacts.
Thereâs no one in that country town whoâs going to recognize me, but he always wore it and made things complicated.
Iâve decided to keep things up and put off my case for Aaron later.
âNo, Iâm talking about â
what if
â. Iâm just thinking about what it would be like to get married.â
âIsnât the imagination itself creating a mind?â
âNot at all. Iâm rather uncomfortable because I feel like he is my brother.â
âWell ⊠thatâs not fun.â
Aliceâs face turned dark. Somehow I wanted to tell Aaron about the current conversation.
After hearing the story, can he affirms that Alice is not the woman?
âAnyway, if you fall in love, I will be cheering for you, unless the other person is Lord Edgar.â
âPlease donât say anything unlucky.â
My face trembled in a series of absurd noises.
However, the smile on Aliceâs face was also sincere.
What was I thinking about this girl?
I was going to steal Aliceâs man, not someone elseâs. That was absolutely preposterous.
âThe same goes for me, Alice. I will cheer you up when you fall in love.â
âUhâŠ? Yes, thank you.â
âI can cheer for your love even if the person is Nocton.â
âPlease donât say such a bad thing.â
The smile on Aliceâs face disappeared in a flash.
After a long time, I burst into laughter at her earnestness.
Alice also began to laugh loudly.
***
It was spring, a little after Nocton threw the cuff button into the lake.
The relationship between Nocton Edgar and Roa Valrose had turned a little like a bad friend.
Valrose visited the mansion every day, and Nocton said âCome again, Valrose day to day.
On that day, too, the two were reading in the study.
A flying bug flew over to the side of Nocton.
The boyâs eyes, who couldnât concentrate very much, turned to the bug. Likewise, Roa Valrose, who was so engrossed in the morning of spring, unexpectedly screamed.
âDonât kill it, Nocton!â
âWhat?â
Nocton blinked at the sudden noise. However, soon realizing the object of the words, he pointed to the beetle in front of him.
âDo you like this?â
âNo, not at all. Not a bit. I donât like anything flying except butterfly. I want to die just by looking at it when itâs flying around.â
âThen why donât you kill it? I had no plan to do so in the first place.â
Though added as an excuse, the look of doubt didnât go away.
He doenât have to listen to people who say they wouldnât believe him.
The irritated boy raised his hand to kill the bug.
âI think killing life is the worst of the worst.â
But at the words of Valrose, he pretended not to raise his hand.
ââŠ.itâs a bug.â
âTo you, humans are the same as bugs.â
âDonât sell yourself short, Valrose.â
âItâs a joke, but seriously. Killing bugs, killing cats, killing orphans, killing people. Thatâs what Iâve seen in the book.â
âItâs an overinterpretation. Whatâs the title of the book you saw?â
âThe mystery of life.â
âIâve never heard of this book.â
âThe author is Roa Valrose.â
This was bullshit from somewhere else.
Unbelievable, Nocton laughed, but Valrose was still serious.
âAnyway, donât kill it, Nocton. I hate that kind of thing. Donât kill something no matter how bad you were. Besides, itâs terrible to burn people. A burn ⊠people are not moths who are attracted to flameâŠ.â
âWhy is the burn coming out of nowhere?â
âWell ⊠that came from a book I saw. AndâŠ.â
âOkay, Iâm sure the author will do it anyway.â
Nocton could not understand why she was moving from the story of a bug to the story of a person being burned, but he didnât think the right answer would come from talking to each other.
He looked at the bug, ignoring the glaring Valrose. His mana faded in his eyes, and the bug that was standing in front of him took his wings.
The little flying bug, which had no sense of presence, flew out of the window without life.
Valrose smiled, clapping her hands.
âOh, it looks scary when I stare. It went out, went out!â
âBe quiet, Valrose. Before I bring it back.â
âHow are you going to get the bug thatâs already gone back?â
Nocton shut his mouth because he had nothing to say. No matter how upset he was, he couldnât talk about black magic.
âWell done, Nocton. In the future ⊠please never kill a life. Letâs make a promise.â
He canât believe he made a promise about what he did because he was annoyed. Eventually, he opened his mouth to reject, but he couldnât.
This was because Valrose, who was smiling brightly, forcibly took his hand and put her own little finger on it.
Then she put their thumbs together and nodded satisfactorily.
âNever kill anything. Understand? Itâs a promise!
â
With the last words, the dream was over and Nocton woke up.
Was he sleeping all day, or maybe for more than a dayâŠ.
When he woke up, he frowned at the stiffness of his whole body.
He lifted his eyelids.
As soon as he did, the first thing he came into sight was a blue blade flying into his face.
âItâs a great morning greeting.â
Nocton stretched out his right hand with a flying excitement.
The blade eased the palm and sprinkled blood. It wasnât painless, but he immediately grabbed the opponentâs counterattack with his left hand and threw it at a low level.
Tuk, keugh.
It seems that he is not dead because heâs groaning.
In the midst of his stiffness, his palms were pierced and he even used strength, so the creaking sound from his whole body intensified.
Frowning, Nocton rose from his seat. Blinking his eyes a couple of times, he turned his eyes to the sideways.
There was a servant carrying the trollâs blood that he asked, not knowing how long.
He still had a clear face and glimpses of his eyes.
It hasnât been four days since he didnât roll to death.
Nocton twisted the knife in his left hand and threw it to the floor. The good quality carpet swallowed the sound of the knife falling.
His torn hand healed in an instant, and the stiff body got better.
He turned his mana around to check his condition, and then turned his head to the intruder who tried to assassinate him.
Perhaps his shoulder dislocated as he fell to the ground, but a middle-aged man grabbed his shoulder with the other hand was crawling away.
âOh, howâŠ.! You were clearly unconscious!â
âIn a new way.â
Laughing lightly, Nocton approached the intruder.
The sound of footsteps eaten on the carpet was a bit dull, but the silent footsteps rather stimulated fear.
âYou thought I wouldnât know, Braman Duff? Iâm disappointed if you really thought so.â
âSave me, save me! I just did it because it was an order. Lady Patricia asked me to do it, so I couldnât reallyââ
âYes, I knew that, too. I thought my mother is still quite well, thanks to you. Sometimes whenever I wondered about her well-being, I solved my curiosity through you.â
Nocton Edgar also had the ability to shed memories through othersâ dreams.
Heâs been playing Braman Duff with bad feelings ever since he was a kid, he had to return even when he was in a bad condition because of the fact.
She sent someone to spy on Nocton, but she wouldnât have thought that she would be watched in reverse.
Actually, Braman Duff listened to Nocton and didnât know what he meant, he only blinked his eyes.
Still, the acting was praiseworthy.
He thought he was just a man of no power, but he could not get rid of the blinding glow of his eyes.
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He would have seen the light if he went to the extreme.
Nocton approached the corner of Braman Duff, rolled his eyes and looked down.
A feverish pupil showed a middle-aged man wriggling in pain.