Poor guy.
Poor man.
What good is it that the master who ordered such a shameless act is wagging his tail?
It was so pitiful and pathetic to see Carsis like that.
“...Don’t do that, Carsis.”
“...”
“Don’t... do anything.”
I whispered, lowering my head with a heavy sense of guilt.
“Whatever I’ve told you to do, don’t do it again.”
Don't make me feel guilty about anything anymore.
Is it because I haven't seen sunlight in a long time?
I suddenly had the urge to go outside.
“I was just thinking about visiting Madame Karman’s dressing room today.”
“Yes? Yourself, Miss?”
May asked in surprise since it was Elizabeth who always invited Madame to the mansion, saying she didn't like crowded places.
“Yeah. I was thinking of going out to get some fresh air.”
“Yes! I understand. I will send someone in advance to tell them to prepare.”
"Thank you."
May, who had been worried about my lack of energy, answered in a loud voice.
Then as if she was in awe, she hurriedly helped me get ready to go out.
“It’s been a while since you’ve gone out since you came back from Lytskal.”
"I know."
“You thought well! After the state wedding, it will be difficult for you to leave the palace. You should start moving around diligently even now.”
May was right. The wedding with the Crown Prince was coming soon.
After that, she will officially become the Crown Princess.
But me.
This Elizabeth.
Is it really okay for me to become the Crown Princess?
Endless questions were in my head.
***
How long have I been looking out the window?
The carriage stopped, indicating that it had reached its destination.
May, who got off a step ahead of me, entered the dressing room.
But soon she came out and made a troubled expression.
“Madame Karman hasn’t arrived yet. What should I do? Would you like to go in first and have some tea?”
"Yes?"
Because I arrived earlier than expected, I lost some time.
As I was pondering what to do for a moment, a small bookstore near the costume shop caught my eye.
“The tea is fine. I’ll just go look around the bookstore for a bit.”
As I got off the carriage and walked towards the bookstore, Carsis and May followed behind me.
“It’s okay, I’ll go alone.”
"But..."
“It’s too narrow for all three of us to fit, so both of you wait up front here.”
I entered the bookstore alone, blocking the two people from entering together.
The smell of old books tickled my nose along with the tinkling sound of bells.
'It looks really old.'
The bookshelves were so old that they looked like they might collapse at any moment, and the books were tightly packed inside, showing how old this bookstore was.
I briefly wondered if there were any books I could read in such an old bookstore, but since I had some time to spare, I decided to look around a little more.
So I slowly looked through the bookshelf.
An old book with a black binding caught her eye.
“This writing...”
A language that is noticeably different from other books around me.
It was the same writing that had been written on the note that the maid had brought in the past.
'I guess it was a foreign language.'
I picked up the book, curious about what country's language it was.
Then an old man who was organizing books nearby came and said.
“I see you are interested in ancient languages.”
“...How old is it?”
“Yes. The book you are holding now is a collection of poems written in the language of the ancient Pyran period.”
An old man who appeared to be the owner of the bookstore pushed up his glasses.
“Can you read ancient languages, Ma’am?”
“...No. Is it really that difficult to interpret ancient languages?”
“The language of the Pyran era is an old language, and not many people use it. Perhaps only professors who teach linguistics at the academy can read it...”
It was such a difficult language.
Poor man.
What good is it that the master who ordered such a shameless act is wagging his tail?
It was so pitiful and pathetic to see Carsis like that.
“...Don’t do that, Carsis.”
“...”
“Don’t... do anything.”
I whispered, lowering my head with a heavy sense of guilt.
“Whatever I’ve told you to do, don’t do it again.”
Don't make me feel guilty about anything anymore.
Carsis stared blankly at me for a moment, then stroked my cheek.
“Don’t make that face.”
And then he smiled.
“Whatever order you give me, I will gladly accept it.”
Then he kissed the back of my hand.
The lips that had been closed for a long time parted and moved slowly.
“You are the master. I am the dog.”
He took my hand and placed it on his cheek.
The red blood that had pooled in my palm left a mark on the man's cheek.
“So, you can treat me however you want. Just as long as you comfort and soothe me like you are doing now. Because I am yours forever.”
He smiled the most intense smile I'd ever seen.
Two days later.
The mansion was bustling with activity from early in the morning due to my leaving for the capital.
“You left so quickly...”
Deborah's expression was dark as she saw .e off in front of the carriage.
“I’m sorry, Deborah. I have an urgent matter in the capital.”
“No. It’s all my greed. I’m grateful that you came all the way here despite your busy schedule preparing for the wedding.”
Deborah lowered her eyes as if she was genuinely sorry.
Sweet pink hair that flows down to her waist.
And the clear blue eyes that match it all.
The woman standing in front of me had a strangely different vibe than when they first met.
Her pale skin became as smooth as white porcelain, and her eyes, once filled with gloomy energy, became full of life.
'It's really strange. How can someone become so healthy in just a few days?'
Two days ago. Did I develop some prejudice because I saw you crying under Carsis?
When I looked into it one by one, there were more than one or two strange things.
'If...'
A thought suddenly occurred to me, but I quickly shook my head.
'What am I thinking right now?'
I never thought Deborah would suck men's energy like a gumiho.
Thinking back, it was still absurd.
Now, let's stop with those useless thoughts, and as I was about to board the carriage, Carsis, who had been standing silently behind me, extended his hand to me.
“Take my hand.”
But I ignored Carsis's outstretched hand and got into the carriage alone.
I knew I shouldn't treat Carsis like this.
But.
'I can't even look at Carsis' face properly.'
Every time I saw him, regret and guilt choked my throat.
I needed time.
Because it took courage to face the guilt that one had been burdened with.
So I ran away from the Lytskar.
After returning to Lytskal, I didn't leave my room even once, even canceling the etiquette lessons I had been putting off.
When May returned from her vacation, she initially assumed that I was simply tired from the long trip, but when she saw that I was not feeling well, she asked me with concern.
“Miss. Why are you so listless? Did something happen at Lytskal?”
“...No. I’m just a little tired.”
I, who had risen from the bed, answered in a weak voice.
Everything just felt overwhelming.
I was also afraid of going out of the mansion and meeting new people.
In case I find out a secret that I didn't notice.
As the truth about Elizabeth was revealed, a heavy feeling of guilt and fear weighed on my body.
I, who hadn't eaten properly for several days, had lost a lot of weight compared to before.
“Wouldn’t it be better to bring Lord Kaylan? He seems to be feeling unwell.”
“There’s no need for that. It was tomorrow, wasn’t it? The day to get your dress fitted.”
I changed the subject, as it was clear that the Duke and Duchess would make a fuss again if they called the doctor.
“Oh, yes! Madame Karman said today that she will be visiting the mansion tomorrow afternoon.”
Tomorrow afternoon at the mansion.
At those words, I looked out the window for a moment.
Unlike Lytskal, spring had arrived in full force in the capital.
Sunlight streaming through the curtains crossed my face.
“Don’t make that face.”
And then he smiled.
“Whatever order you give me, I will gladly accept it.”
Then he kissed the back of my hand.
The lips that had been closed for a long time parted and moved slowly.
“You are the master. I am the dog.”
He took my hand and placed it on his cheek.
The red blood that had pooled in my palm left a mark on the man's cheek.
“So, you can treat me however you want. Just as long as you comfort and soothe me like you are doing now. Because I am yours forever.”
He smiled the most intense smile I'd ever seen.
***
Two days later.
The mansion was bustling with activity from early in the morning due to my leaving for the capital.
“You left so quickly...”
Deborah's expression was dark as she saw .e off in front of the carriage.
“I’m sorry, Deborah. I have an urgent matter in the capital.”
“No. It’s all my greed. I’m grateful that you came all the way here despite your busy schedule preparing for the wedding.”
Deborah lowered her eyes as if she was genuinely sorry.
Sweet pink hair that flows down to her waist.
And the clear blue eyes that match it all.
The woman standing in front of me had a strangely different vibe than when they first met.
Her pale skin became as smooth as white porcelain, and her eyes, once filled with gloomy energy, became full of life.
'It's really strange. How can someone become so healthy in just a few days?'
Two days ago. Did I develop some prejudice because I saw you crying under Carsis?
When I looked into it one by one, there were more than one or two strange things.
'If...'
A thought suddenly occurred to me, but I quickly shook my head.
'What am I thinking right now?'
I never thought Deborah would suck men's energy like a gumiho.
Thinking back, it was still absurd.
Now, let's stop with those useless thoughts, and as I was about to board the carriage, Carsis, who had been standing silently behind me, extended his hand to me.
“Take my hand.”
But I ignored Carsis's outstretched hand and got into the carriage alone.
I knew I shouldn't treat Carsis like this.
But.
'I can't even look at Carsis' face properly.'
Every time I saw him, regret and guilt choked my throat.
I needed time.
Because it took courage to face the guilt that one had been burdened with.
So I ran away from the Lytskar.
***
After returning to Lytskal, I didn't leave my room even once, even canceling the etiquette lessons I had been putting off.
When May returned from her vacation, she initially assumed that I was simply tired from the long trip, but when she saw that I was not feeling well, she asked me with concern.
“Miss. Why are you so listless? Did something happen at Lytskal?”
“...No. I’m just a little tired.”
I, who had risen from the bed, answered in a weak voice.
Everything just felt overwhelming.
I was also afraid of going out of the mansion and meeting new people.
In case I find out a secret that I didn't notice.
As the truth about Elizabeth was revealed, a heavy feeling of guilt and fear weighed on my body.
I, who hadn't eaten properly for several days, had lost a lot of weight compared to before.
“Wouldn’t it be better to bring Lord Kaylan? He seems to be feeling unwell.”
“There’s no need for that. It was tomorrow, wasn’t it? The day to get your dress fitted.”
I changed the subject, as it was clear that the Duke and Duchess would make a fuss again if they called the doctor.
“Oh, yes! Madame Karman said today that she will be visiting the mansion tomorrow afternoon.”
Tomorrow afternoon at the mansion.
At those words, I looked out the window for a moment.
Unlike Lytskal, spring had arrived in full force in the capital.
Sunlight streaming through the curtains crossed my face.
Is it because I haven't seen sunlight in a long time?
I suddenly had the urge to go outside.
“I was just thinking about visiting Madame Karman’s dressing room today.”
“Yes? Yourself, Miss?”
May asked in surprise since it was Elizabeth who always invited Madame to the mansion, saying she didn't like crowded places.
“Yeah. I was thinking of going out to get some fresh air.”
“Yes! I understand. I will send someone in advance to tell them to prepare.”
"Thank you."
May, who had been worried about my lack of energy, answered in a loud voice.
Then as if she was in awe, she hurriedly helped me get ready to go out.
“It’s been a while since you’ve gone out since you came back from Lytskal.”
"I know."
“You thought well! After the state wedding, it will be difficult for you to leave the palace. You should start moving around diligently even now.”
May was right. The wedding with the Crown Prince was coming soon.
After that, she will officially become the Crown Princess.
But me.
This Elizabeth.
Is it really okay for me to become the Crown Princess?
Endless questions were in my head.
***
How long have I been looking out the window?
The carriage stopped, indicating that it had reached its destination.
May, who got off a step ahead of me, entered the dressing room.
But soon she came out and made a troubled expression.
“Madame Karman hasn’t arrived yet. What should I do? Would you like to go in first and have some tea?”
"Yes?"
Because I arrived earlier than expected, I lost some time.
As I was pondering what to do for a moment, a small bookstore near the costume shop caught my eye.
“The tea is fine. I’ll just go look around the bookstore for a bit.”
As I got off the carriage and walked towards the bookstore, Carsis and May followed behind me.
“It’s okay, I’ll go alone.”
"But..."
“It’s too narrow for all three of us to fit, so both of you wait up front here.”
I entered the bookstore alone, blocking the two people from entering together.
The smell of old books tickled my nose along with the tinkling sound of bells.
'It looks really old.'
The bookshelves were so old that they looked like they might collapse at any moment, and the books were tightly packed inside, showing how old this bookstore was.
I briefly wondered if there were any books I could read in such an old bookstore, but since I had some time to spare, I decided to look around a little more.
So I slowly looked through the bookshelf.
An old book with a black binding caught her eye.
“This writing...”
A language that is noticeably different from other books around me.
It was the same writing that had been written on the note that the maid had brought in the past.
'I guess it was a foreign language.'
I picked up the book, curious about what country's language it was.
Then an old man who was organizing books nearby came and said.
“I see you are interested in ancient languages.”
“...How old is it?”
“Yes. The book you are holding now is a collection of poems written in the language of the ancient Pyran period.”
An old man who appeared to be the owner of the bookstore pushed up his glasses.
“Can you read ancient languages, Ma’am?”
“...No. Is it really that difficult to interpret ancient languages?”
“The language of the Pyran era is an old language, and not many people use it. Perhaps only professors who teach linguistics at the academy can read it...”
It was such a difficult language.
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