It seemed as if he was looking for an opportunity to sneak into the mansion.
However, there were knights stationed around the building. It seemed difficult for even Cloud to get through the guards. Even she, who prided herself on being one step ahead of Cloud, seemed to have a hard time getting in there.
Cloud let out a sigh that was unclear whether it was regret or relief, and hid in the shadows as before to watch the mansion's activities.
'Well, it's no different from before.'
She had had enough of watching Cloud. Now she was going to go find out who was behind that tight security.
If only there hadn't been a sudden noise coming from behind the building where she was hiding.
'There was definitely no one there.'
Why did she suddenly feel a presence there again? She quickly turned her head and looked into the alley.
'That guy... that boy from back then?'
To her surprise, there stood a boy with his hood pulled down and a mischievous grin. It was clearly the boy she had met in the back alley of Grunfeld.
The boy hurried his steps with an excited expression. He must have been so excited to sneak out that he didn't even realize how loud his footsteps were.
It wasn't just Aila who sensed his presence. Cloud, who was hiding in the back alley, also noticed his presence and moved to the back along the wall of the building.
‘...With such a dull body, you managed to shake off the servants. No, it’s only natural since you used teleportation magic.’
As she was silently laughing at the boy, Aila suddenly realized something strange.
The boy she saw in Grunfeld is here too. It can't be a coincidence, right?
'Could it be that Byron followed that boy?'
It wasn't entirely impossible. The boy was wealthy enough to spend his expensive magic scrolls on his nightly entertainment. There was no more certain proof than the boy's presence wherever Cloud went.
Aila looked at Cloud with a puzzled look. Cloud stared at the boy blankly for a moment. It seemed as if he couldn't believe that the person he was chasing had suddenly appeared before his eyes.
But when he raised his head again after lowering it for a moment, his eyes were sharper than ever.
It was the look in his eyes like a beast that had found its prey.
Cloud killed his presence and started chasing the boy. As he did so, he carefully took out a weapon from his bosom. It was a sharp dagger.
‘...It’s dangerous. They’re trying to kill that boy.’
She didn't know who that reckless young master was or why Cloud was trying to harm him, but her body moved first. She couldn't let that young boy die.
She quickly checked the surrounding terrain from a high place and followed the boy's path as fast as she could.
She jumped down and grabbed the arm of the boy walking by, completely unaware of the danger that was soon upon him.
"Uh...?"
The boy was embarrassed and tried to scream, but he couldn't because Aila covered his mouth.
Aila dragged the boy and hid herself. Looking from the rooftop, she saw a gap under the first-floor veranda of this building where she could hide, so she dragged the boy there.
Although he was a boy taller and heavier than her, he was dragged away by Aila's strength without even being able to resist.
“Ugh, ugh!”
The boy began to struggle, as if he had finally come to his senses, but stopped struggling when he noticed Aila putting her hand to her lips and saying, “Shhh.”
'Look over there, you idiot.'
Aila still covered the boy's mouth and pointed in the direction of Cloud with her other hand. The boy's eyes widened as he saw the assassin looking at him in confusion, holding a dagger in his hand.
'I don't have to cover your mouth anymore.'
She took her hand off the boy's mouth because he would shut his mouth on his own without her having to cover it. The boy had been trying so hard to make noise that her hand was covered in saliva.
'Ugh.'
Aila looked at her hand with a displeased expression, then wiped the spittle off on the boy's black cloak.
However, the boy did not show any sign of discontent and just watched Cloud's movements with a frightened expression.
"Shit."
Cloud, who had been circling around several times to search for the boy's whereabouts, let out a harsh word and disappeared into the distance.
As Cloud disappeared from sight, the boy tried to go outside. She grabbed his arm as he did so.
“Don’t go out yet. I’ll check first and come back.”
“Uh, yeah.”
Perhaps because she saved his life, the boy obediently followed her words. She went outside and climbed up onto the roof to look around, but Cloud was nowhere to be seen.
As she jumped down to the floor and landed lightly, the boy looked at her with his golden eyes shining brightly, peeking out from the floor, just to look at her.
“...What are you, really? Are you a human?”
The sight of the boy hiding on the dirt floor with his head sticking out and asking like that was quite funny. She couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Are you a human? What kind of question is that?
“Well, what am I if I’m not human? Come out. He’s gone.”
“Oh, yeah. Thank you...”
At her words, the boy crawled out of his hiding place and thanked her.
Aila looked at the boy with a puzzled expression, not knowing why he was adding formal language so late.
“...Why are you suddenly using formal language?”
“Well, you are my savior...”
If you were going to use half-formal language like that, it would have been better to just use informal language. She burst out laughing, “Puhaha.”
“Just keep speaking informally like you always do. It’s so funny.”
She laughed for a long time, then wiped her eyes and barely spoke. She laughed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes.
“Yes, then.”
The boy answered with a sullen expression, perhaps thinking that Aila was laughing at him.
But she looked so relieved. It had been a long time since she had laughed so sincerely. No, she couldn't even remember if she had ever laughed so comfortably in her life.
'By the way, why did Cloud try to kill this guy?'
Could this boy be the 'young lion' mentioned in the letter? Aila glanced at the boy with his face covered in dirt, and without realizing it, let out her inner thoughts.
“No, this isn’t young, this is juvenile.”
“...Me?”
At Aila's words, the boy snapped and asked. If you tell a child that he is young, he will get angry.
“You’ve been saying I’m young all this time. How old are you?”
The boy asked in a voice filled with hurt pride.
“Me? Ten, no, twelve.”
She quickly corrected herself, almost telling him her age before she was killed without realizing it. Then the boy raised his voice as if to tell her to look at it.
“I’m two years older than you, but don’t you think it’s weird that you keep calling me young?”
“...That’s right. You’re definitely young. Is it time for you to raise your voice over something like that? What if you get caught?”
When she spoke as if it was absurd, the boy covered his mouth as if he thought, "Oh no."
There may still be people around him who are trying to take his life, but look at him getting so angry at being treated like a child. He was definitely a child.
Aila opened her mouth in a voice that seemed to be shocked.
“Just because you’re older than me doesn’t mean you’re still a child. I’m still a child. You’re still a child.”
“...That’s true too.”
He was a boy who was really quick to accept things. Aila looked at the boy with a smirk and then noticed that the boy's clothes were covered in dirt. It seemed like he had been hiding underground.
'Oh, wait. Maybe my clothes too...'
She looked at her clothes in confusion. Not only her black cloak, but even her white nightgown underneath was covered in dirt.
It was a close call. If she went back like this, it was obvious that Laura would find out that she had been secretly going out.
Aila had a sad look on her face.
“What’s wrong? Are you afraid that you’ll get in trouble for getting your clothes dirty?”
The boy asked, noticing that she was frowning while looking at her clothes. Aila nodded unconsciously.
In fact, it would be a bit much to simply describe the hardships that awaited her as a state of confusion. If it were discovered that she had gone out, it would not be overlooked.
She even thought that it would be better to just run away, reveal that she was the lost only daughter of the Duke of Weishaffen, and return to her biological parents.
This was a big city, so there would definitely be someone there to help her.
Her hair had turned white, and she wasn't doing well, but she racked her brain countless times over how to overcome this situation.
The boy, who had been silently watching her, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, rolled up and tied with a ribbon.
“I only have one sheet left, but I can’t just sit by and watch my savior get into such trouble.”
The boy spoke in a very serious voice. Aila watched him silently, although she could not tell what the boy was trying to do.
“I command you to awaken the dormant power and help me.”
The boy smiled handsomely and recited the spell, then untied the ribbon tied to the paper. Then, mysteriously, the paper burst into flames and disappeared into thin air. The scroll disappeared into thin air, turning into a mysterious light smoke and surrounding Aila’s body.
Aila was looking around at her body with her eyes wide open, not knowing what was going on.
“Oh.”
Even the smoke surrounding Aila dispersed into the air and disappeared, leaving her clothes covered in dirt, looking as if they had just been washed.
“...How is it? Isn’t it amazing? Isn’t it cool? It’s laundry magic.”
However, there were knights stationed around the building. It seemed difficult for even Cloud to get through the guards. Even she, who prided herself on being one step ahead of Cloud, seemed to have a hard time getting in there.
Cloud let out a sigh that was unclear whether it was regret or relief, and hid in the shadows as before to watch the mansion's activities.
'Well, it's no different from before.'
She had had enough of watching Cloud. Now she was going to go find out who was behind that tight security.
If only there hadn't been a sudden noise coming from behind the building where she was hiding.
'There was definitely no one there.'
Why did she suddenly feel a presence there again? She quickly turned her head and looked into the alley.
'That guy... that boy from back then?'
To her surprise, there stood a boy with his hood pulled down and a mischievous grin. It was clearly the boy she had met in the back alley of Grunfeld.
The boy hurried his steps with an excited expression. He must have been so excited to sneak out that he didn't even realize how loud his footsteps were.
It wasn't just Aila who sensed his presence. Cloud, who was hiding in the back alley, also noticed his presence and moved to the back along the wall of the building.
‘...With such a dull body, you managed to shake off the servants. No, it’s only natural since you used teleportation magic.’
As she was silently laughing at the boy, Aila suddenly realized something strange.
The boy she saw in Grunfeld is here too. It can't be a coincidence, right?
'Could it be that Byron followed that boy?'
It wasn't entirely impossible. The boy was wealthy enough to spend his expensive magic scrolls on his nightly entertainment. There was no more certain proof than the boy's presence wherever Cloud went.
Aila looked at Cloud with a puzzled look. Cloud stared at the boy blankly for a moment. It seemed as if he couldn't believe that the person he was chasing had suddenly appeared before his eyes.
But when he raised his head again after lowering it for a moment, his eyes were sharper than ever.
It was the look in his eyes like a beast that had found its prey.
Cloud killed his presence and started chasing the boy. As he did so, he carefully took out a weapon from his bosom. It was a sharp dagger.
‘...It’s dangerous. They’re trying to kill that boy.’
She didn't know who that reckless young master was or why Cloud was trying to harm him, but her body moved first. She couldn't let that young boy die.
She quickly checked the surrounding terrain from a high place and followed the boy's path as fast as she could.
She jumped down and grabbed the arm of the boy walking by, completely unaware of the danger that was soon upon him.
"Uh...?"
The boy was embarrassed and tried to scream, but he couldn't because Aila covered his mouth.
Aila dragged the boy and hid herself. Looking from the rooftop, she saw a gap under the first-floor veranda of this building where she could hide, so she dragged the boy there.
Although he was a boy taller and heavier than her, he was dragged away by Aila's strength without even being able to resist.
“Ugh, ugh!”
The boy began to struggle, as if he had finally come to his senses, but stopped struggling when he noticed Aila putting her hand to her lips and saying, “Shhh.”
'Look over there, you idiot.'
Aila still covered the boy's mouth and pointed in the direction of Cloud with her other hand. The boy's eyes widened as he saw the assassin looking at him in confusion, holding a dagger in his hand.
'I don't have to cover your mouth anymore.'
She took her hand off the boy's mouth because he would shut his mouth on his own without her having to cover it. The boy had been trying so hard to make noise that her hand was covered in saliva.
'Ugh.'
Aila looked at her hand with a displeased expression, then wiped the spittle off on the boy's black cloak.
However, the boy did not show any sign of discontent and just watched Cloud's movements with a frightened expression.
"Shit."
Cloud, who had been circling around several times to search for the boy's whereabouts, let out a harsh word and disappeared into the distance.
As Cloud disappeared from sight, the boy tried to go outside. She grabbed his arm as he did so.
“Don’t go out yet. I’ll check first and come back.”
“Uh, yeah.”
Perhaps because she saved his life, the boy obediently followed her words. She went outside and climbed up onto the roof to look around, but Cloud was nowhere to be seen.
As she jumped down to the floor and landed lightly, the boy looked at her with his golden eyes shining brightly, peeking out from the floor, just to look at her.
“...What are you, really? Are you a human?”
The sight of the boy hiding on the dirt floor with his head sticking out and asking like that was quite funny. She couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Are you a human? What kind of question is that?
“Well, what am I if I’m not human? Come out. He’s gone.”
“Oh, yeah. Thank you...”
At her words, the boy crawled out of his hiding place and thanked her.
Aila looked at the boy with a puzzled expression, not knowing why he was adding formal language so late.
“...Why are you suddenly using formal language?”
“Well, you are my savior...”
If you were going to use half-formal language like that, it would have been better to just use informal language. She burst out laughing, “Puhaha.”
“Just keep speaking informally like you always do. It’s so funny.”
She laughed for a long time, then wiped her eyes and barely spoke. She laughed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes.
“Yes, then.”
The boy answered with a sullen expression, perhaps thinking that Aila was laughing at him.
But she looked so relieved. It had been a long time since she had laughed so sincerely. No, she couldn't even remember if she had ever laughed so comfortably in her life.
'By the way, why did Cloud try to kill this guy?'
Could this boy be the 'young lion' mentioned in the letter? Aila glanced at the boy with his face covered in dirt, and without realizing it, let out her inner thoughts.
“No, this isn’t young, this is juvenile.”
“...Me?”
At Aila's words, the boy snapped and asked. If you tell a child that he is young, he will get angry.
“You’ve been saying I’m young all this time. How old are you?”
The boy asked in a voice filled with hurt pride.
“Me? Ten, no, twelve.”
She quickly corrected herself, almost telling him her age before she was killed without realizing it. Then the boy raised his voice as if to tell her to look at it.
“I’m two years older than you, but don’t you think it’s weird that you keep calling me young?”
“...That’s right. You’re definitely young. Is it time for you to raise your voice over something like that? What if you get caught?”
When she spoke as if it was absurd, the boy covered his mouth as if he thought, "Oh no."
There may still be people around him who are trying to take his life, but look at him getting so angry at being treated like a child. He was definitely a child.
Aila opened her mouth in a voice that seemed to be shocked.
“Just because you’re older than me doesn’t mean you’re still a child. I’m still a child. You’re still a child.”
“...That’s true too.”
He was a boy who was really quick to accept things. Aila looked at the boy with a smirk and then noticed that the boy's clothes were covered in dirt. It seemed like he had been hiding underground.
'Oh, wait. Maybe my clothes too...'
She looked at her clothes in confusion. Not only her black cloak, but even her white nightgown underneath was covered in dirt.
It was a close call. If she went back like this, it was obvious that Laura would find out that she had been secretly going out.
Aila had a sad look on her face.
“What’s wrong? Are you afraid that you’ll get in trouble for getting your clothes dirty?”
The boy asked, noticing that she was frowning while looking at her clothes. Aila nodded unconsciously.
In fact, it would be a bit much to simply describe the hardships that awaited her as a state of confusion. If it were discovered that she had gone out, it would not be overlooked.
She even thought that it would be better to just run away, reveal that she was the lost only daughter of the Duke of Weishaffen, and return to her biological parents.
This was a big city, so there would definitely be someone there to help her.
Her hair had turned white, and she wasn't doing well, but she racked her brain countless times over how to overcome this situation.
The boy, who had been silently watching her, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, rolled up and tied with a ribbon.
“I only have one sheet left, but I can’t just sit by and watch my savior get into such trouble.”
The boy spoke in a very serious voice. Aila watched him silently, although she could not tell what the boy was trying to do.
“I command you to awaken the dormant power and help me.”
The boy smiled handsomely and recited the spell, then untied the ribbon tied to the paper. Then, mysteriously, the paper burst into flames and disappeared into thin air. The scroll disappeared into thin air, turning into a mysterious light smoke and surrounding Aila’s body.
Aila was looking around at her body with her eyes wide open, not knowing what was going on.
“Oh.”
Even the smoke surrounding Aila dispersed into the air and disappeared, leaving her clothes covered in dirt, looking as if they had just been washed.
“...How is it? Isn’t it amazing? Isn’t it cool? It’s laundry magic.”
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