Do you remember that? Odelia kept her mouth shut, as if she wouldn't admit that much.
Whether she pretended not to know about their past relationship or not, Calix had no intention of forgetting it. He simply couldn't forget it even if he tried, so he simply didn't bother to mention it.
"Fate is truly a strange thing, isn't it?"
Seeing Calix smiling as he spoke, Odelia suddenly felt a fever rise on the nape of her neck, and she scratched the back of her head for no reason.
Those words were also what Odelia had said to him in the past.
'Young master, were you still alive? Fate is truly a strange thing, isn't it?? See you here again.'
'...It's rude.'
'I don't think you're a young master, so please come here and treat me.'
'What, what are you doing! Don't you feel ashamed of taking off your clothes like that?'
'I'm even more ashamed of myself for seeking shame on the battlefield. How ignorant must one be of the ways of the world to blush in a situation like this, saying that I am a woman?'
At that time, Odelia was nothing more than a mad dog with nothing to see, and Calix was a weak Prince who was like a rookie soldier who was half-forced to participate in battle.
He has now become a kind of man, and the crazy dog has become a fool who can't even take a waltz step.
Odelia had nothing to say, so she rolled her eyes quietly. Isn't it too late to apologize for the rudeness at that time? Above all, Odelia could see that what he said just now was not a word to say sorry.
After the treatment, Calix put down Odelia's foot. Odelia tucked her feet into the hem of her dress.
"...Do you think I will be able to make my debut well?"
"You cut the enemy's head with a woman's body, but if you can't dance, are you dead?"
"You know. It's a disastrous level. It's not just about dancing skills."
Odelia snorted self-help and fluttered the hem of her dress.
"Are you uncomfortable with the dress?"
"No. On the contrary, the lower dorm is definitely loose, so it's cool and comfortable, but I'm also worried that my appearance will be considered ridiculous."
"It's not like you."
"What do you think of me, Your Highness?"
At that, Calix raised his head and looked at Odelia. He was in the middle of treating one of her feet, so he naturally looked up at Odelia.
"I saw you..."
Odelia's messy toes trembled very slightly.
Was the trembling coming from her own pain, or was it transmitted from the hand of Calix, who held it? She couldn't tell the difference.
"... Since you were a loser from the beginning, there is no need to try so hard to become noble."
"You're so annoying, you're going too far!"
So, unlike him, she chose such words. However, as if he had been waiting for such a trivial conversation, Calix didn't say anything more to Odelia, who was screaming out loud.
"That's just how it is."
Odilia grumbled, "That's too much. It's not like I'm a loser," but when Calix got up, she followed suit.
"Oh!"
Was it because she was in a hurry to get up and put on her shoes roughly, or was it because the wound on her foot that she had only now realized hurt? When Odelia lost her balance and staggered, it was Calix who quickly supported her.
It seems like such a cliché. Odelia just thought she looked like the heroine of a very cute romance novel. Shouldn't she have even glanced at the book Cedric had recommended?
However, her appearance in the mirror that filled one wall was a bit awkward for a heroine.
Odelia's body was as if she were leaning log, and Calix, who supported her, was not as good as the male protagonist in romance novels that are popular in the city these days.
"You have to be aware that you are hurt."
There were only pitiful looks and scolding words.
Odelia straightened up with a hesitant body and fiddled with her hair for no reason. Calix tilted his head in confusion and shook it slightly as if to say, "Okay."
"I'll go now, too."
When Calix picked up the jacket that had been placed on the sofa for a moment, he took a step forward, and Odelia quickly followed him.
"...Are you going without dinner?"
"Are you even giving me such a generous treatment?"
"If anyone sees it, they will think I was rude. It's just that I couldn't invite you because you always left first... But since it's the right time, let's have a meal together... Right...?"
Her voice began to get quieter.
"Why don't you stop talking?"
"Come to think of it, I don't think there's any reason for Your Highness to dine with me. I wonder if I'm wasting my time for no reason."
And above all, no matter how much they cooperate for each other's benefit. It is ridiculous for a person like a Prince to eat at the same table as her. There was a stark difference in status.
It was a belated thought that it was a very stupid offer. Why does she bother to bring up dinner? She wondered why she did that.
Calix stared at Odelia intently and let out a chuckle.
"Then let's have a meal together."
Odelia bowed her head briefly with a calm face and said to the butler.
"Is it okay? What if so... His Highness Callx said he would also have a meal, so please prepare it."
"Yes, Odelia."
Even on the battlefield, Odelia did not show screams, anger, or fear, so she was called an emotionless woman. But now, her fingertips are busy fixing the hem of her dress, and the line of her mouth is slightly curved upwards.
Perhaps Odelia herself did not notice. However, Calix caught the small joy and smiled softly.
***
Time flew by.
Odelia not only received a rigorous education from the Grand Duchess but also learned about the genealogy of the nobility and each family from Calix.
Of course, it was difficult to learn all the nobles blindly, so Calix handed Odelia a list of only a few families he had selected.
"I've selected families with high clans but limited financial resources. I also excluded all the men who are the opposite of you."
To put it simply, they were a docile marionette candidate for Calix and a candidate for Odelia's husband.
Odelia flips through a small portrait with a document containing personality, tendencies, and even love history. Calix stood behind Odelia's seat and explained to each of them one by one.
"He has a bit of masochism, so even if you treat him harshly, he will rather like it."
"Vest? He has a hemp vest, so I can handle it harshly?"
Seeing Odelia asking with an innocent face, Calix looked at Cedric and the Grand Duchess once in a row with a look of trouble. Cedric didn't seem to know, and the Grand Duchess held back a smile.
It's going to be a headache.
"...I'll explain it next time. It doesn't really matter. It just means that people are a bit weak and fierce."
"Like Cedric?"
"That's too much, Odelia!"
"...Well, in a sense. It can be seen as similar."
After saying that, Calix leaned down, took Odelia's hand, and forced her to turn to the next chapter. Odelia didn't ask any more and listened to his explanation again.
It looked no different from before, but Cedric noticed Odelia's unnatural attitude. Her expression, which was only laughing, became quite serious.
Either way, Calix and Odelia were very close and busy browsing through the list of candidates for husbands.
"This person is allergic to cherry blossoms, so even if he wants to go out for a picnic or a walk, he should stay indoors."
"I think it's better for me. I don't think we need to go to see the flowers together."
"I put him on the list for now, but it doesn't matter if I exclude him. Because he's not a strong candidate."
"..."
Odelia looked at Calix with a fat face.
"Why?
"...I just thought you were saying that again."
From this handsome mouth, he said that it doesn't matter if they're not a good candidate. No matter how well the candidates on this list were treated, they were not as good as Calix's claws in the end.
She looked at the list for a long time and talked about whether this guy is better, that guy is better, or something like that.
When the bell rings to announce noon, the attendants open the door and start preparing for the afternoon tea time. This was also a part of the class.
"Come on, Odelia. Let's start tea time classes."
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