Kyrie had no choice but to raise her head for a moment and look at Leschaux.
âIsnât Nathaniel the same?â
Leschaux also looked at Kyrie. He didnât answer for a moment. Cherry-colored eyes quickly became very deep and clear.
ăI canât express it in just those words, but thatâs right.ă
After Kyrie stopped, she turned her head. Nathaniel also doesnât express it well in words.
âBut you are not telling me to forgive Nataniel.â
ăTo give my personal opinion, I donât really want that. Rather, I donât care if you push Nathaniel to the end of the abyss.ă
âWhat?â
When Kyrie was a little surprised and looked at Leschaux, he was looking straight again. Standing still with a huge sword on his waist, he reminded her of warriors in deserts and plains.
ăNathaniel is best to not to get attached to anything as much as possible. He doesnât die, so itâs impossible not to lose something in the first place. Besides, it becomes dull.ă
âWhy?â
Kyrie hesitated and asked.
ăHe was just born that way. Just as birds are born with wings and fish with fins.ă
As soon as Leschauxâs words were over, lightning struck from the sky. Dark clouds were gathering. Leschaux looked indifferently at the sky.
ăItâs painful. More than you think. Of course, you wonât understand now. Because I was like that, too.ă
There was lighting again. It was a huge sound. It seemed to want to interrupt Leschaux. From far away, MarryAnne was seen glancing this way with anxious eyes. Leschauxâs voice lowered.
ăSo actually, IâŚă
There was deep remorse in the Mulberry-colored intervertebral eyes. They were innocent and sad eyes that she once saw from Nathaniel.
ăSad. Itâs sad that Nathaniel cares so much about you who will die someday.ă
He said that and shut up.
On that day, Nathaniel eventually did not return. The next day, the Emperorâs soldiers came to Buchanan mansion, and Leschaux defeated them. It was two nights after Nathanielâs return. Kyrie, who barely fell asleep after tossing and turning until dawn, woke up dimly at the presence of someone outside. A human shadow was cast by the light entering the door.
[Kyrie?]
She heard Nathaniel speaking in a very tired voice. Leschaux, who was escorted in a drawing room attached to the bedroom, replied.
ăOrewinbridge has attacked several times, but she is safeă
Kyrie flinched at the word âseveral times.â It was only once in Kyrieâs memory, so it seemed that Leschaux handled it in a place she didnât know.
It took longer than that.ă
[YeahâŚ. Itâs not my way.]
Nathaniel sighed softly, almost audible. It sounded like fatigue.
[Iâve never felt like I didnât have time in my life. If this is the speed of ordinary people, I can understand why they are so impatient.]
ăIs it the day after tomorrow?ă
[Yes.]
ăOrewinbridge isâă
After that, the voices of the two became smaller, so she couldnât hear them well.
After a few more words of conversation, the door to the bedroom quietly opened. There was a sound of footsteps stepping on a thick carpet. Kyrie quickly pretended to sleep again. Nathaniel approached the bed where Kyrie lay. And he stood next to her and didnât move for a long time.
Where has he been? Kyrie stopped trying to think about him. She tossed and turned a little out of discomfort. Soon after, Nathaniel sighed thinly, and whispered quietly.
[Good night.]
And unlike usual, he left the room after tapping the tip of the blanket covered by Kyrie, not her forehead.
Kyrie lay back and blinked in the dark. In the past, no matter how she felt, he would have caressed her cheek, stroked her forehead, or touched her hair, but he didnât.
But now come on, whatâs the use of that?
He entered the door gap and she tried to ignore Nathanielâs shadow dwindling on the carpet. Perhaps he will sit in the drawing room again and wait for her to wake up at the end of the night, but whatâs the point of that?
Kyrie closed her eyes and dug into the blanket.
***
When she woke up, Nathaniel was by her side as if it was natural. He smiled lightly, refreshingly. The tiredness she had seen last night seemed like a lie.
[Wake up. Wash and eat. The day is clear. I want to go on an outing today.]
He seemed strangely in a good mood. Nathaniel even sat down to eat with Kyrie. And whenever Kyrieâs eyes met even a little, he smiled.
[Kyrie. What is todayâs schedule?]
Kyrie was perplexed by his friendly attitude as if nothing had ever happened, but she did not express it. With one sigh, she soothed her uncomfortable stomach. Even then, only her expression was cold, and Nathanielâs smile when he saw it wavered for a moment. But he immediately softened his expression.
[Are you going to see the wizards of Pronoia? Letâs go together.]
Kyrie fiddled with her tableware, and she ate quietly as if she was alone. Nathaniel spoke again.
[You donât seem to have nightmares these days.]
ââŚâŚ..â
[The jacaranda will be out of bloom soon, so it would be better to plant hydrangeas then. Is it not?]
ââŚâŚ.â
[Itâs a nice day, so we go for a walk after dinner, Kyrie Buchanan.]
Kyrie didnât answer at all. Nathaniel stared at Kyrie with her clear, still eyes, then said [I should have listened more carefully.] After making a muffled sound, she bit her lips.
And after that, he followed all of Kyrieâs schedules. He wasnât doing anything special. He just quietly sits behind her and looks at her gently. If possible, it was as if he wanted to engrave the figure of Kyrie in his retina.
Still, he had a relaxed attitude as if he had everything in the world, and because of his gentle elegance, he shone everywhere. Even the members of the Buchanan family, who had become a little accustomed to the beauty of the Legendary Lord, used to look back at him again and again today.
As Nathaniel shone, Kyrie grew a little more miserable. She didnât know what heâs thinking. But she felt that all her screams had never reached him. All her actions were meaningless.
After the morning work and just before going to the afternoon work, she finally couldnât stand it and Kyrie dragged Nathaniel into an empty room.
[Kyrie?]
Kyrieâs face hardened coldly at the gentle, gentle voice coming from him.
âStop it now.â
Nathanielâs smile faded slightly.
âI donât know what the plot is, butâŚâŚ.Stop it, please.â
[I donât know what you mean.]
âLaughing like that, following along, observing!âŚâŚPlease stop.â
She didnât even have the strength to stare. She stared at Nathaniel as Kyrie shrugged her shoulders. Nathaniel blankly bit his mouth, then smiled politely and softly again.
[Donât you like it?]
âDo you think you can like it?â
Nathaniel stopped speaking again at the sound of a voice stained with hardship. The smile was almost gone. He lowered his gaze. It was a strange thing. If there is a way to be noble and helpless, thatâs exactly what Nathaniel looks like now.
[Because normal people like it when I do this.]
Kyrie chuckled.
ââis it so? So did I.â
Nathaniel, who had not expected that she would approve, looked at Kyrie again. But this time, on the contrary, Kyrie avoided his gaze.
âBut you are mistaking something.â
[Mistaken?]
âYes. IâŚâŚNo matter what you do, Iâm now fed up with it.â
The smile completely disappeared from Nathanielâs face.
âI am afraid now when you see me. I want to run away. I hate to talk to you, and I think Iâm going crazy when you call my name.â
[âŚâŚ]
âAs you wish.â
[Not now.]
A somewhat hasty response followed. As Kyrie shook her head without her speaking, he spoke lower and sweeter, as if everything was going to be alright.
[I can do better, Kyrie.]
Kyrie closed her trembling eyelids.
âYâŚYou said it a long time ago. I think we can become a âgood relationshipââŚDo you remember what you said back then?â
[âŚâŚ.]
âSay it with your mouth.â
Nathaniel shook his head as if afraid of something. But Kyrie waited quietly for his confession, and Nathaniel reluctantly opened her mouth.
[You⌠just drunk with your goodness.]
Kyrie quietly opened her eyes and she looked at Nathaniel.
âThatâs right.â
[Donât be mistaken.]
âThatâs right.â
[Are you that special?]
âYes.â
[Anything that is loved by meâŚâŚDo you think it happened?]
Nathaniel, who met her clear purple eyes, didnât want to say the next thing. But silence persuaded him, and he had to vomit his guilt.
[âAll lies.]
His actions returned as a boomerang. It had never happened before, and he was most completely defeated at the very moment he thought he would never come back. Kyrie nodded her head helplessly.
âWhen we finished our trip, by thenâŚ.I thought you may have tried to change.â
She murmured as she stared into the air.
âBut I canât. You said that we change our attitude like turning our palms around to speak kindly, taking care, âŚ.Everything canât go back to normal, Nathanielââ