Eleanor widened her eyes at Adrianâs unexpected compliment. Embarrassed, she gulped down the remaining wine in the glass.
âDrink slowly. Youâre drunk.â
Adrian didnât forget his request even as he refilled Eleanorâs glass.
âDonât tell me you donât know. Originally, one drinks to get drunk.â
âThat just sounded like my fatherâŠâ
Eleanor burst out laughing and reached for her glass. Delicious food, expensive wine, and a good friend. Eleanor was very excited.
Her cheeks grew redder as the bottle became empty. When traces of drunkenness began to turn red on Adrianâs cheeks, Eleanorâs full-fledged injection began.
âRian, you, do you know the sorrow of workers?â
She said, her eyes half-closed, pointing at Adrian. Her tongue was very twisted.
âI donât know. But you also donât know, Ellen. You were at home the whole time.â
âI! Know.â
Eleanor responded by punching him in the chest.
âI! Know eeeeeverything.â
âYeah, because youâre smart.â
Adrian gave her a small nod. Not as much as her, but he was equally drunk.
Pretending to hold her chin, Eleanor began to grumble.
âHave you ever taken calls from parents until midnight? Huh?â
âWhat is a call?â
âThat thing exwists⊠You donât have to know.â
âOkay.â
He nodded his head obediently. Eleanor tried to slam her fist down on the table, yet Adrian quickly blocked it with his hand.
âIâm not God! Their son has no talent for studies, thoughâŠâ
âRight. One may not have a talent for studying. Like Prince Lucas.â
Adrian unknowingly spat out unfaithful words. Eleanor, who nodded in agreement, let out a long sigh.
âBut why are they blaming me for thaaaatâŠâ
âSuch strange people.â
âThatâs right. Theyâre strange people. The problem is that there are too many such strange people in the world.â
Eleanor shook her head slightly. Suddenly, the hardships of her previous life flashed before her eyes like a kaleidoscope, and she was filled with sadness.
Oh, how many days it has been.
âI, I did live really hard, though? I mean, I tried my best to get rid of the label of poverty. I lived without knowing how to sleep.â
Tears welled up in Eleanorâs eyes. Adrian, who nodded and listened to her story, hesitated.
âEllen, since when did the Count become poor?â
And you went to bed at midnight and woke up close to noon, though.
Eleanor, lightly ignoring his logical rebuttal, gave him a small snort.
âHng, you, who have grown up so beautifully, donât know the bitter taste of poverty.â
âYou also donât know.â
âYou, who were born with a golden spoon in your mouth, should be grateful, Rian.â
âWhat is a gold spoon?â
âA spoon made of goldâŠ? There is such a thing. Donât make it complicated like a young master.â
Eleanor waved her hand as if she, who had been pondering for a moment, was annoyed.
âI lived so hard⊠You have no idea how futile life is.â
âYou keep saying I donât know something since earlier.â
âRian, how old are you?â
âIâm the same age as you.â
âYouâre young, young. Itâs the best time.â
Eleanor clicked her tongue and tousled Adrianâs hair in a cute way.
âAh, sheâs really drunk.â
Resigned, Adrian quietly placed his head in her hands. Theyâve been friends since they were young, yet it was fresh as it was the first time heâd seen her without hesitation.
She was friendly, but he thought it was difficult to know all about her inside, but she didnât feel any barriers from the current Eleanor.
âThatâs why I wanted to live a comfortable life now. Just enjoying myself⊠If Iâve lived that busy, I have to live lazily this time.â
âSo you donât want to teach anyone?â
Adrian, who was pondering Eleanorâs words, asked slowly.
âItâs not that I donât want to. I have no confidence.â
Eleanor rubbed her feverish forehead against the back of her cold hand, puffing out her cheeks.
âI donât know what sheâs talking about, but she sure is cute.â
Adrianâs lips, which had been staring at Eleanor like that, relaxed slowly. Occasionally, it didnât seem so bad to clink glasses together like this.
Just the two of them. That was always what mattered. The two of them.
âAll I teach are participle phrases, relative pronouns, and so on. Fill in the blanks, put connectives⊠Something like that.â
âEllen, Iâm sorry, but Iâm not sure what youâre talking about.â
âItâs perfectly normal. You donât have to look like that.â
Eleanor, looking at the dazed Adrian, let out a small laugh. She laughed out loud and his mind went blank. She must have been overly excited about drinking for the first time in a long time.
As she recounted her past stories, she felt as if she had become Go Yeo-Jin rather than Lady Everett.
She, obviously, didnât want to go back to that time. Eleanor couldnât be happier with her life now.
However, when she remembered the moment she lived fiercely enough to sometimes that time, really sometimes, it itched.
Excluding the monthly living expenses, the faces of the parents whom she didnât want to meet because there was no point of contact, the friends whom she didnât even contact at some point, and the students who followed her as âteacherâ were constantly spotted.
[Teacher, I donât want to go home.]
[Everyone wants to go home early, but why donât you?]
[Just because. I feel most comfortable when Iâm at the Academy.]
Through a gap in her clouded mind, a moment from the past suddenly came to her mind. It was a memory that she obsessively got rid of as she didnât want to recall it.
[Iâm glad I have you, Teacher.]
[How silly.]
Eleanorâs eyelashes quivered. Quickly suppressing her emotions, she spoke in a nonchalant voice.
âFeeling responsible for someoneâs life is more exhausting than you think.â
ââŠEllen, are you crying?â
âWho says Iâm crying.â
Iâm not crying.
Eleanor murmured softly and fell asleep with her head on the table. Since then, itâs been dark.
***
âEllen, you really donât know when to stop.â
âUgh⊠Iâm thirsty. Give me some water.â
As soon as she opened her eyes, a terrible hangover engulfed Eleanor. Her head throbbed as if it would crack, and her stomach rumbled like motion sickness. It was a terribly unpleasant sensation whenever she felt it.
âI let go of the reins and ran like that, knowing that I would suffer from a hangover. Human mistakes are endlessâŠâ
It was a belated regret. Her mouth was dry and her throat was burning. Dwight clicked his tongue and passed along the water.
âHow much alcohol have you been drinking? If Mother and Father saw it, you would have been banned from going out for a while.â
âThatâs a relief. I only drank a bottle of wine, and it would have been unfair if I had been banned from going out.â
âWhy do you pretend to be a drinker every time, when youâre not good at drinking?â
Dwight asked, frowning at her as if he really didnât understand.
âItâs because I donât go well with wine. Or maybe this body is too weak.â
Even five bottles of soju were once easy for her. Eleanor, swallowing the words inside, returned the empty glass. Dwight, accustomed to accepting it, sat down on the sofa next to the bed.
âAdrian took me home, right?â
âTo be precise, he picked you up himself, put you down on the bed, and went away.â
âMy goodness.â
Her face flushed with belated embarrassment. She couldnât quite remember what she was talking about, but she had a hunch that it wouldnât be pleasant.
âLetâs not think about it. Itâs better to just forget about the past.â
Whether he was aware of Eleanor, who was uneasy, or not, Dwight nudged her with his playful voice.
âHasnât it been like this before? Since then, Adrian hasnât even showed his nose, so I thought he must have been badly burned by you.â
âI was on a business trip for work. My head is ringing, so please keep that damn mouth shut.â
Eleanor growled and tossed a pillow. Dwight, who had lightly accepted it with a chuckle, brought up another topic as if he had suddenly remembered it.
âAh, have you received the invitation from the Imperial Palace?â
âThe Imperial PalaceâŠ?â
âAt first glance, it seems like the Prince sent it. Any guesses?â
Unfortunately, she had some guesses.
The cute prince seemed to have decided to avenge her kindness. Adding to the stress of her hangover, she really had the urge to slap herself on the scruff of her neck and pass out.
âIâd rather you tell Father. That I drank alcohol from a crate and was carried like a burden on the shoulders of a stranger. Then he will issue a stay-at-home order at once.â
Eleanor pulled a blanket up to her waist, her eyes glistened. However, Dwight laughed and logically broke her wish.
âHowever, consider it first that the other man is Adrian, whom Father considers like his son-in-law.â
âDamn it.â
âThe fact that the Imperial Family sent an invitation to you would be a second consideration.â
âGo to hell!â
Eleanor, who had uttered the most terrifying curse she knew, pondered.
What is the cause of all this?
Obviously itâs that jerk, Dwigh, but isnât there a more fundamental problem than that?
âDwight, Iâve been thinking a lot.â
Dwightâs gaze, filled with doubts, turned to Eleanor.
âAm I that pretty?â
âAre you crazy?â
âAdrian said so. That I donât have too much self-awareness about how pretty I am.â
âBoth of you are out of your mindsâŠâ
Dwight shook his head with a pale face. As if Eleanor couldnât even see such a Dwight, she didnât stop her mutters.
âItâs a big deal. I want to live quietly, but the world wonât let me go.â
âDid you decide to just go out now? Or what kind of strategy is this?â
âIsnât this really how the article becomes reality? Following Valentine and Blake, even the Bellium family is obsessed with me.â
âTurns out youâre just half sober.â
Dwightâs scolding went unheard for a moment. Eleanor added, nodding her head quite seriously.
âI didnât know because I had never been well until now, but lately Iâm learning that life isnât easy to be born and live a good life.â
âI care for you, but to be honest, itâs a bit unlucky.â
Either that or not.
Eleanorâs thoughts went in a slightly different direction.
âAm I really going to set up a big academy? Iâm sipping tea in the directorâs office⊠Dwight, you make a big print of your shiny face on flyers to dazzle the parents.â
Having said that, it doesnât sound like such a bad opinion. Thereâs something she canât do if sheâs just a director like the boss.
âWhat is a flyer?â
âAh, right. There are no photos here yet. Such a pity. Your face is perfect for propaganda purposes.â
âWhy do you keep muttering strange things? Ellen, are you really sick?â
Dwight strode over and touched her forehead, as if he was really worried now.
âI donât have a fever.â
âIâm fine. Bring me the invitation.â
Dwightâs eyes narrowed as he looked at Eleanor, who looked completely unwell.
But as soon as she added so, he obediently brought the invitation that was on the desk.
âHere. Looking at the handwriting, it seemed that the Prince wrote it himself.â