Iām sitting alone on a bench in the courtyard of the Academy.
Most of the students are attending the party held in the auditorium.
I can see the light shining through the windows, and hear just a little noise and music from the party. The prince should be heading towards the royal palace as the student representative, so the other student council members should be managing the party right now.
I probably should have acted like a villainess and stolen their thunder.
In fact, thatās what I did last year. I played pranks on the prince, and conspired with Rona to let Catalina host the party.
But Iām not in the mood this time.
My attention is focused on the other party beyond this auditorium, but thereās no way I can see it from here. However, I know that something should be happening there.
I wonder if Michelie is suffering there, at the royal palace. Iām beginning to feel frustrated because Iām the cause of her suffering right now.
I look up at the night sky.
The moon isnāt shining its light in the dark sky. I stretch my hand out towards the stars, even though theyāre out of reach. I mumble to myself in disappointment.
āThe moon⦠isnāt here.ā
The light from the stars are providing insufficient consolation. I may be feeling sentimental right now, but Iām still a girl. Iām feeling hurt just thinking about the harm Iām causing to me beloved sister.
Iām going to go all out in being a villainess from this point on. I wonāt be praised for it, nor will my reputation rise from the ashes. In order to allow my sister to bask in the light, I have to fall into darkness in her place. And for that to happen, I need to continue hurting Michelie. I canāt help but feel sad.
I wish I could calmly and coolly ignore fate and be loved by everyone, just like her. But Iām helpless.
I have to fulfill my destiny as the villainess.
My future is dark, just like the twinkling stars without the moon shining at their side.
āā¦ā¦Heh.ā
Perhaps because no one is looking at me, I begin to mock myself.
Maybe I should seize this chance and laugh to my heartās content.
Thatās what came to my mind.
I donāt know when I stopped laughing, even though it was a habit when I was a child.
No oneās looking right now anyway. I stand up and begin laughing loudly at myself.
āHeheh, hahaha! Hahahahaāā
āWhat are you doing?ā
āāHuh?ā
Itās a familiar voice.
It stimulates my memory, but I canāt remember who exactly it belongs to.
I turn to look at the person who spoke.
This person shouldnāt be here right now.
The voice belongs to someone with soft golden hair and blue eyes.
āCharlesā¦ā¦?ā
āThatās right, Chris.ā
Heās grown a lot in two years.
Heās gotten taller and more muscular. He still looks a little childish, but thatās probably due to his youthfulness. His voice has also changed. Heās no longer the same cute boy.
But why is he here?
He should be attending the party at the Royal Palace as a new student.
I decide to ask him.
āWhat are you doing here?ā
āI came here to read a book.ā
āOh?ā
What is this guy saying?
Iām beginning to relax thanks to his nonchalant attitude.
Most of all, I feel no persistence coming from Charles. Even if I ran away now, he probably wouldnāt chase after me. Heās just smiling there naturally.
I see how it is.
I gave it some thought, and came to a conclusion.
Charles must have stopped liking me now.
Two years of adolescence is enough to change a personās feelings. Charles is simply calling out to an acquaintance he bumped into.
In that case, I can feel at ease without being foolishly on guard. I begin to relax and chat.
āCan you really read here?ā
No, itās too dark here.
I asked him teasingly while mocking myself for expecting such a response from him.
Itās darker than before since the moon isnāt out, but I have a lamp with me.
I was about to lend it to him, but his response was unexpected.
āBooks arenāt just for reading, you know?ā
He puts the thick book on my head.
āā¦ā¦Why you.ā
He seems taken aback from my response.
Itās been almost ten years since weāve had this sort of interaction, but I still donāt feel like giving him a street performance.
I sigh and remove the book from my head.
āAn entertainment novel? Thatās the kind of book Surfania likes.ā
āYeah. I borrowed it from Surfania, the third daughter of the Calibrachoas.ā
āHmm?ā
Have Charles and Surfania become friends?
I flip through some pages, then return it to him.
āHere you go.ā
āThanks.ā
I pretended not to notice the word āIDIOTā I wrote on the last page when I hung out with Surfania.
He takes the book without hesitation, taking my hand in the process.
āSince itās a good time, shall we dance, Chris?ā
Does he still have feelings for me?
Iām not replying to his suggestion with a nod.
āNo. I donāt feel like it.ā
āHmm. Itās been two years since we saw each other. Are you sure?ā
āā¦ā¦Yeah.ā
Not just these two years.
I havenāt danced at all since that time.
āI see. I wonāt force you.ā
He backs down like a gentleman, which is very much unlike him.
I feel stupid, but disappointed at the same time.
I still have feelings for him too. I try to shake it off with a smile.
āYou should goāā
āHow about this?ā
He gets on one knee.
He wants to kiss my hand as a simple greeting to a lady.
But I wonāt allow it.
āSuch a pretentious greeting. I told you before, ask me for permission first.ā
I shake off his hand a little violently. Charles casts an upward glance at me.
āā¦ā¦Is that a no, too?ā
āItās a no.ā
āI see.ā
He backs off again.
I donāt know if this straightforwardness is like him or not. Maybe heās just grown up.
Iām a fool to feel sad about it. Maybe I just want the attention, or maybe I want him to press further. Iām disgusted with myself for being so whimsical.
He looks like heās about to leave.
He stands up slowly.
āThen this will do.ā
āHm?ā
Smiling broadly, he takes a step forward and pushes back my hair from my forehead.
Iām looking up at him while making eye contact.
Itās the first time Iāve looked up at him. I couldnāt react.
He draws closer to my face.
āHuh?ā
He kissed my forehead.
All my thoughts come to a stop.
āThatās fine, right? You didnāt ask for permission last time either.ā
āThatās true.ā
I spoke plainly, not wavering even in the slightest.
When he disappears from my sight around the corner, I crumble onto the floor.
āā¦ā¦Dammit.ā
What just happened? What exactly did he come here for?
Was he trying to say something? Was it by chance, or did he come here on purpose? Was his natural seeming behavior simply a bluff? Is he still in love with me?
Thereās so much I want to ask and tell him.
But I only have one thing to say for now.
āYouāre embarrassing me, Charles.ā
I donāt have to look into a mirror to tell how red my face is.
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Meanwhile, at the Royal Palace:
Freesia: (Spill a drink onto her clothes and laugh at her, spill a drink onto her clothes and laugh at herā¦ā¦ Alright, nowās the time!)
Freesia: āOh, my apologies. I did not seeā¦ā¦ Why are you grabbing my arm? Wait, M-Michelie?! Your eyes areāā
Michelie: āIām not taking it out on you this has nothing to do with Charles getting ahead in the game you understand right Freesia heheheheheheā¦ā