Lucas burst open the door to Izmelâs office and ran in.
âLuke, what did I say?â
âKnock when I enter the officeâŚâ
âYou know very well. Go out and come back in.â
Without taking his eyes off the papers, Izmel pointed out Lucasâ behavior. He pursed his lips and trudged out of the room.
Knock, knock, knock.
Izmelâs mouth drew a long arc at the sound of knocking at his waist level. He asked, pretending not to know.
âWho is it?â
âLukeâŚâ
Lucasâ voice sounded from outside the door.
âCome in.â
Izmelâs gaze, which had been on the papers the whole time, shifted to his brotherâs youthful face.
âDid you have a good class today? Did you study hard?â
âYeah. But thatâs not important at all.â
If the guy who went to study said that itâs not important, then whatâs importantâŚ
Izmel let out a small laugh as if it were absurd.
âThen what is important?â
âWe have a big problem, Brother. Itâs a really big problem.â
âWhat big problem.â
âTeacher and Demianâs older brother might be something serious.â
âKaidel?â
Yes, sometimes there can be more important things than studies.
Izmel, somewhat approving of Lucasâ words, reached his hand toward the teacup. The topic of Eleanor always intrigued him. Lately, he had been so focused on getting to know Eleanor personally that he hadnât paid much attention to the love triangle.
âWhy did you think so?â
It felt like his throat was burning somehow. Izmel took a sip of the cooled tea.
âDemian said he slept with the Duke and Teacher.â
Lucas opened his mouth. The back and forth explanations were easily skipped over.
The bomb that Demian lightly put down was thrown straight through Lucasâs mouth to Izmel.
Ptooey.
Izmel spat out the tea from the cup he had been holding. He coughed and asked in disbelief.
âWhatâŚ?â
âDemian said so. If Brother wonât eat it, can I take this?â
Lucas, completely oblivious to what a huge misunderstanding he has just created, giggled as he stretched out his hand for the refreshments. Either way, Izmel just stared at Lucasâs face with blank eyes.
âI told you already, so you take care of the rest.â
With both hands full of sweet treats, Lucas left his seat. Sienna said that if he wasnât an idiot he could come up with a way to do something.
âHeâs smart, so heâll take care of himself!â
On the other hand, Izmelâs smart brain was completely dark. He thought so much that he couldnât think of anything.
Duke, Teacher, slept.
His head pounded at the three powerful words. Judging from Lucasâ usual language habits, he must have cut out the context and spat out only the words he liked. Yeah, itâs originally like that.
For a very brief moment, the unholy imagination unconsciously passed through his mind.
Izmel took out a handkerchief and tidied up the surroundings, trying to get the unpleasant scene out of his mind. The air around Izmel grew chilly as his mood hit rock bottom. His face, which always had a smooth smile that never faded, was frighteningly expressionless.
It was something he was watching with interest. His cousin, who had been acting like a wooden stone all along, did something that wasnât like me, so he secretly teased him from the side.
Eleanor Everett.
News of Eleanor always amused Izmel. She was pleasant to be together with, and every word with her was pleasant. He thought she was a good person. Itâs true that he was very interested in it.
But he thought it was just there. A good person, someone who makes him feel good. Of course, a person whom he favors.
âBut why am I in such a bad mood?â
There is a mountain of work to do, so much that itâs endless in his eyes.
Izmel, feeling frustrated inside, roughly loosened his cravat. He couldnât understand himself at all.
Life as the Crown Prince who has to walk only the right way without making the slightest mistake. Izmel wore a good-natured smile and joked as if it was his armor. Ironically, Izmel realized early on that the slightly pitiful appearance was the most effective protection for him.
Moments of preoccupation with such things were like a kind of breathing space for Izmel. It was a bit eccentric, but it was also a way for him to feel temporarily relieved of the sense of obligation surrounding him.
Thatâs how his interest in Eleanor began. He read the articles and heard the rumors. He couldnât be satisfied with that and met her in person. However, his curiosity towards her didnât stop.
He suddenly thought of her while working, while walking on the street, and while trying to sleep. He thought of what kind of joke to blush Eleanorâs cheeks next time he saw her, and it made him giggle.
Izmel realized that his interest in Eleanor wasnât a passing wind.
He wanted to get to know more about the person she was. Human to human, as a good friend.
When he was with her, he laughed heartily, and the silly jokes he threw out because he wanted to see her smile were even sweet to the end.
He thought it was a short break to safely endure his daily life. Yet at this moment, Izmel couldnât even get his hands on the papers, with her in his thoughts. It shouldâve been just a host-guest situation.
âIt shouldnât be anything.â
Izmel wiped his face nervously.
He just has to smile and pass by as usual. He heard an interesting story, but he should have fun for a while.
Oddly enough, it wasnât enjoyable at all. He didnât laugh at all. No, his stomach was boiling.
Izmel had to admit. The more he tried to deny it, the more he tried to ignore it, it only made him look more ridiculous. Izmel didnât want Eleanor as âa human beingâ or âa good friendâ.
He was helplessly drawn to her.
In the most visceral and emotional way that doesnât suit him at all.
***
Could this be an overly experimental attempt? What if itâs messed up?
Contrary to Eleanorâs concerns, as soon as the newspaper article about her appeared, applications for experience poured in from the next day. She doesnât know what percentage of those who applied for the free trial will lead to payment, but it was half the success.
âRian, how many copies are left in stock now?â
âThirty copies are all for emergencies.â
âWeâll have to get that out first.â
Eleanor, who sat opposite Adrian in the drawing room, said, rubbing her aching shoulders. Her mind was almost bewildered by the sudden rush of work, but she felt more refreshed than usual.
âFather said that we should print one more time.â
âShould we? Ah, I really have no idea.â
âYouâre doing great. I think you need to do some interviews starting next week.â
âInterview? UghâŚâ
It was a complete delusion to think that they would only print a little more of what she had made and not have much to worry about. Eleanor admitted that she took business too lightly. Her body didnât have to move, and she only had to make decisions both big and small.
âEllen, you donât look good. Should I bring you something to drink?â
âYeah, just water, please.â
Eleanor answered in a weary voice. Adrian headed to the kitchen with his familiarity, and returned with water and a light snack from the maid.
âElâŚâ
Adrian, who was about to call Eleanor out of habit, bit his mouth shut. She was dozing off.
âHow tired she must have been.â
He made Eleanor lie down with a careful touch and gently covered her with his outer garment.
âGood night.â
Adrian whispered silently. He sat in front of Eleanor, resting his chin on his hand, staring at her sleeping face.
It was the same face as when she was young, yet his heart looking at her face wasnât the same at all.
[Whoa, you really look like an angel. Just like a magazine model.]
[Whatâsh thatâŚ?]
[You donât have to know. You just have to grow up just the way you are, okay? Are you going to marry Sister when you grow up well?]
(fyi âsisterâ refers to eleanor, who might be older than adrian)
Suddenly recalling the day he and Eleanor first met, Adrian let out a silent laugh.
She was an eccentric girl. At times, he felt a sense of distance because she wasnât quite like their peers.
Until they were seven years old, he was tricked into calling Eleanor âsisterâ by how much she told him that she was born only a month earlier.
Just like that, when you grow up, marry this Sister. Drink a lot of milk, go to bed early. Thatâs how you need to grow up.
Every time they met, she said that like a joke. He remembered the times when he ran away from her eagerly, afraid to hear her words again.
âAt that time, we should have put a stamp on it. You swindler girl.â
Thatâs what he said, yet in fact, the one he resented the most was himself. Somewhere between friendship and love, he was always cowardly.
He doesnât know how hard he tried to give up his feelings towards Eleanor. He even impulsively climbed into the carriage, wondering if being far away from her would make him clear his mind. Adrian thought he had cleared his mind, yet when he returned and saw Eleanor, he realized he had been completely mistaken.
âI hope itâs not too late.â
Adrian suddenly remembered a conversation he had with Sienna a few days ago.
[Uncle, Demian and the Duke slept over at Teacherâs house.]
Itâs nothing important. With her personality, she couldnât have sent back a child who was surprised.
Thinking so, Adrian soothed Sienna with a calm tone, but his insides burned black every minute. It bothered him because the Duke and Eleanor seemed to be getting closer these days.
A burdensomely handsome look. Unsociable and blunt personality. The fate of the family to stand in the lead unconditionally in the event of a war.
He tried hard to catch his flaws and calm his anxiety, yet he failed every time.
A good appearance was simply a good thing, whether it was terribly good or horribly good. Didnât Eleanor say that itâs the face for men?
Come to think of it, on the other side of his sociable and blunt personality, it means that heâs a person who is faithful only to his own person without looking away. Although he was blunt, looking at him these days, he was dealing with Eleanor with a mushy face like an idiot like never before. If he had a tail, it would probably be wagging vigorously without a momentâs rest.
The last downside pointed out was, in fact, almost forced. First, itâs meaningless in the first place if there is no war, and second, it means that heâs a strong and capable man.
Adrian grinded his teeth.
âYou have eyes that uselessly catch sight of people for nothing.â
Sleeping Eleanorâs cheek was pressed against the desk and her mouth opened slightly. Adrian, who was staring at Eleanor, who was soundly asleep, let out a dejected laugh. His mind is so complicated, yet her face is just peaceful.
Adrian lazily tilted his head and whispered softly.
âEllen, I like you for being tactless, and I hate it too.â
Sometimes I hate you, and then I just like you. If you smile while looking at me, I will laugh along without thinking about it again. What a fool.
âI wish I was the only one who could see you asleep like this.â