With the Red-haired Youth and the Silver-haired Maiden. (First)
On the first day, he drank himself unconscious, and had showed something shameful to Latina â by having her once again cast a ăDetoxă spell on him â but that wasnât enough to discourage him, and he visited the ăDancing Ocelotă on the next day as well.
All of the rookie adventurers were thinking, âWouldnât I be able to get closer to the poster girl in this time when her ăguardiană wasnât here?â, as they watched on diligently, waiting, and aiming for their chance. So they were clearly antagonistic towards Rudolf, who their idol aka. Latina was strangely intimate with.
Feeling that the atmosphere was somewhat tense, Latina made a puzzled look.
âDid you fight with all these people around you, or something?â
âNo. Thatâs not it.â
âHmmmâŠ. If youâre having any troubles, tell me, okay?â
The Rudolf that Latina was having such a conversation with today, was drinking a sweet fruit cider.
If it was another shop, then that would be a drink that he would be laughed at for, being told âAs expected from a ăChildă.â, for liking something females enjoy, but this drink had become one of the more popular items at the ăDancing Ocelotă.
The reason was extremely simple. It was because it was something that the poster girl had added onto the menu. As expected of someone like Latina to be bad with alcohol, who, putting aside the taste, just half-licking what she had put into a small glass, for a small taste, had clearly turned completely red. It seems that she couldnât even sample it.
âGirly, youâre pretty close with that boy, huh.â
A regular, Gilbester called out, witnessing the sight of Latina holding a conversation with Rudolf. Latina approaches his table, slightly cocking her head to the side and replied casually.
âYou know him too right? Gil-san. Itâs Rudi. He used to come here a lot back then. Heâs a guard now.â
ââŠ.Girly, you seeâŠâ
âApparently he can come here to the  ăOcelotă now that his probation period is over.â
Gilbester smiled strangely back at Latina, who had said that with no ill intent whatsoever.
âThis girlyâŠ. I donât think she can comment about that guyâŠ.â
Sighing as he watched her walk away, Gilbesterâs mumbles were directed towards his glass, in a manner that was inaudible to those around him.
Even though Rudolfâs obvious feelings of affection were noticed by those around him, who mocked him, and was envious of him, Latina herself, was keeping those feelings away with her denseness.
With that, though there were some who sneered at Rudolf, since his feelings were so out in the open, it actually invited sympathy from some.
Nevertheless, Rudolf did not get discouraged, and continued visiting the ăOcelotă everyday.
He had already knew of his childhood friendâs thick-headedness, and was taking up the challenge in spite of that.
There was no way he would give up with just this.
And, he eventually noticed it.
The fact that, ever since ăThe Night Festivalâs tragedyă, Latina and Daleâs relationship had become a little bit awkward. And that, whilst that relationship had not been amended, Dale had left due to work.
â (He noticed) The matters between them.
Rudolf knew exactly who Latina had always had her eye on.
Even though Latina was smaller than those around her age, and appeared young due to her appearance and manner of speaking, the fact that she was more mentally mature than any of them, was something her friends knew well.
The fact that, her tender feelings towards Dale, who was her ăguardiană, as well as someone of the ăopposite sexă, was something that should be called ăloveă even way before now, was something that they knew of.
Latina had never once said to her friends that Dale was a ăreplacement for her fatheră.
Being such a clever girl even when she was young, she would talk happily ăabout Daleă as her ăfavourite personă, understanding fully that he was her guardian, ăsomeone who protects heră.
And, she was always chasing after him.
Even though there was no way of minimising the age gap between them, her feelings of wanting to ăgrow upă quickly, and wanting to be treated as an ăadultă, as well as her housework and job, were all thoughts and actions beyond her age. She had always been someone who works hard, but more than that, she had always been trying her best, so that she could always stand by his side.
That was something Rudolf knew.
Itâs because he knew that the person Latina has in her is Dale that, the ăfigureă he chases after, is also the ăsameă as hers.
It was a incredibly distant ăfigureă, and it wouldnât be easily reached, no matter how much he chases, how hard he tries. Despite that, for the sake of his unshakable ăfeelingsă, he polishes himself, working desperately, and becoming stronger. Encouraging himself that, no matter how much praise he receives from others, how much he is acknowledged, it still wouldnât be enough.
Which is why Rudolf understood Latinaâs ăfeelingsă more than anyone else.
After all, his own ădesiresă, and Latinaâs ădesiresă were â when they overlap for the sake of chasing after him â ăvery similară despite their differences.
After his thoughts went on a turn like that, Rudolf let out a deep sigh.
(âŠ.No matter how I think of itâŠ. It feels like thisâll is my only chanceâŠ.)
Seeing that, that was the end result he arrived at no matter how many times he thought about it, he downed his drink as if he was letting out another sigh.
(I donât think Iâll have the chance the say it⊠once she completely ăreturnsă back to normalâŠ)
Itâs been a few days since her ăguardiană was absent, and at a glance, it appears as if she had ăreturned back to normală. However, in Rudolfâs eyes, it appeared as if returning back to normal still wasnât possible.
The fact that what he was feeling from ăhimă, someone who was able to make her become so depressed like this, was jealousy, was something he had realised quite a while back.
As Rudolf dropped his gaze to look at the contents of his glass, he delved even further into his thoughts.
The noise from the surroundings become distant, but nevertheless, his ears were unintentionally picking up Latinaâs voice.
(She wonât say⊠that Iâm taking advantage of her moment of weakness⊠right?)
He was in no place to be so cool as to tell himself that he couldnât take advantage of this current moment when Latina was in trouble.
His current odds were not so good as to hold him back from saying such words.
To use whatever you have at your convenience, is the heart of the ăbattlefieldă.
(If I was to give up now without doing anythingâŠ. I doubt Iâll be able to do this several years down the road either.)
The night of ăAsfarâs Night Festivală. Seeing the sight of Latina reddening to her ears, and hearing her shout desperately as she held back her minor trembles, dizzied him.
Dizzied by his envy of wanting her to face him with that voice and look, as well as by the despair known as, whether or not his ăfeelingsă would come to an end without him being able to do anything.
Which is exactly why, he couldnât run away at this time, and miss another opportunity provided to him right in front of his eyes. Naturally, when her ăguardiană was keeping watch, it would be way too scary and he wouldnât feel like he could do it anyway.
This one-in-a-million chance, right now, when Latina was weak, was his only, chance.
As he went through his rather pathetic thoughts inside his head, Rudolf looks up with a determined face, and met face to face with Latina, who was surprisingly close to him.
Shocked, he almost dropped his glass, before panickedly put it back onto the table. With a crack, a noisy noise that represented his heartâs emotions, quietly shook.
âWhatâs wrong Rudi? Youâre looking a little troubled. Are you worried about something?â
Her lovely, well-proportioned face was clouded by worry, and her large, grey irises stared straight at him, not cowering away in the slightest.
An action that hasnât changed since her younger days.
It was a distance that hasnât changed from her younger days, due to her indifference towards the favour and lust directed towards herself by others.
Maybe Latina didnât realise, that he was so close that he could touch her if he just reached out a little bit, nor how much she, with her unguarded smile, stirs him.
âRudi?â
Being questioned once again, he came to his senses. He gulps and coughs loudly, unexpectedly swallowing down his nervousness.
Latina didnât notice Rudolf doing that, and turned towards the glass that Rudolf placed down loudly. Then looking happy, seeing that the contents inside the glass was mostly emptied.
âRudi, you really went and finished it all. How was it? Good? Or do you think that it would be better if it was still a little bit less sweet?â
âYeah. Itâs fine as it is, I think.â
Seeing Latina, being so interested towards the item that she had put onto the menu, so extremely enthusiastic, Rudolf responds with a confirmation, being slightly pressured.
Hearing his answer, Latina smiled happily with not a single trace of sadness, like a flower suddenly blooming.
The moment that he wholeheartedly thought, âSheâs so cute.â â Rudolf forgot about the worries he had been holding inside until just a second ago.
What remained was truly, a very simple phrase, and a resolve similar to an obsession, that he would surely regret if he didnât say it. That, and nothing else.
âLatina.â
âYeah?â
âI like you.â
âEh?â
Latina blinked her large eyes several times, as if she didnât understand the meaning behind the words that she was so simply, so easily told.
âI⊠come to this shop, to see you.â
ââŠ.fueh?â
âIâve liked you, for a really long time. âŠ.Thatâs all I have to say.â
âFuehâŠ.â
Finding it difficult to look directly at Latina, who was replying with a strange sound, Rudolf stopped talking after that and stood up from his seat.
In the instant that Rudolf got out the door, and reached outside, an extremely loud sound could be heard within the shop, as if a table had been flipped. However, Rudolf, who had his head swamped by the racing of his beating heart, didnât notice that at all.