Episode 35. Olivia's Fall
The Vice President came out into the sunlight to greet him and greeted him politely.
"Welcome to Pulder, Your Royal Highness. I am Rickman Actuar, Vice President of Pulder."
Noah also stopped walking and bowed at the middle-aged gentleman's polite greeting.
“Thank you for welcoming me so warmly, even though I stopped by unexpectedly. This is Noah Astrid.”
Vice President Rickman greeted him with a friendly smile.
While the staff filled out the Prince's entry documents, the two men chatted lightly around a nice tea table.
The Vice President was very curious about the purpose of the Prince's visit.
Noah gently smiled and broke down his guard, leading the conversation in a friendly tone.
"This visit is purely personal. I hope to learn from the businesses in Pulder, and I've also been missing the beauty of Pulder at this time of year. So please don't be too concerned about my visit."
"Hahaha, I see. The atmosphere of Herod at this time of year is truly wonderful. Sometimes, I, too, feel the urge to escape to Herod. There's something about the exotic atmosphere that's different from the nostalgia for home."
“Come to Herod at any time. I will come out to meet you personally.”
“It is an honor.”
At that time, news arrived that the Prince's party's immigration inspection had been completed, and the vice president quickly made a suggestion to the Prince, who was about to rise from his seat.
“I will provide you with accommodations during your stay. I will take care of you, so please come with me.”
Noah had no intention of accompanying a seasoned politician on his journey from Pulder. He shook his head with a smile.
"I can't afford to use Pulder's taxes for my personal journey. Besides, isn't my aunt in Pulder? I'd be grateful for your kind words."
“Where do you plan to stay?”
“I’m thinking of staying at the Ritz Hotel. I might even stay at my aunt’s mansion for a day or so.”
“I see. I understand.”
“Oh, by the way, you don’t have to worry about my personal security either.”
Noah added, his red-green eyes fixed on the Vice President. His meaning was clear.
Don't follow me.
The Vice President smiled gently and tilted his head.
“I hope you have a pleasant trip.”
“Thank you. That’s all for now.”
Noah stood up first, winking at Meson and his bodyguards, and left the office as naturally as if it were his own country.
The Vice President, who had been quietly watching the spot where he had disappeared, stroked his beard out of habit and muttered.
“They say Astrid will survive even if all the royal families on the Norfolk continent disappear... I guess so. The Crown Prince is just as good as the Prince, huh?”
“Yes. It feels completely different, but it’s no easy feat either.”
"That's true. King Leonard is the same. If there's a problem in that family, it's Walter Lightwing. But why isn't that Prince married yet?"
Unlike Herod, where centuries-old buildings stood in a jagged line, the sun-drenched streets of Pulder were wide and spacious.
The buildings, which were built haphazardly, each boasted their own unique shapes, and perhaps because of this, they gave off a strong sense of freedom compared to the refined atmosphere of Herod.
Even though it wasn't his first visit, Noah looked out the window intently.
Meson, sitting across from him, habitually opened his notebook and began his duties as a secretary.
"The hotel has already contacted me. You can proceed directly to your room. I've also sent someone to Princess Marguerite, so I'll let you know when I hear from her. The same goes for Representative Wilhelm."
“...”
“Well... how should I meet Miss Liberty? I know her address.”
Wow... Our Prince is coming to Pulder to propose to Olivia Liberty!!
I can see it right in front of my nose!!!
Where in the world can you find such great working conditions! Job satisfaction is the best, the best!
Meson desperately suppressed the twitching of his lips and glanced at Noah.
Please take me with you. Please take me with you.
While he was praying earnestly inside, Noah slowly opened his mouth.
“I guess I’ll stop by the hotel and then go straight away.”
“Right away... today?”
“You don’t come.”
"No! No! I did it because I liked it... No, that's not it. That can't be right, can it? I will take care of it, Your Highness!"
Noah spoke coldly to him as he waved his hands and talked nonsense.
“No, that’s fine. You don’t come.”
“Your Highness, take me too. Yes? Your Highness!”
It took 3 weeks to get here! I just wanted to see it!!!
Meson silently screamed, looking at Noah with desperate eyes. Of course, he completely ignored him.
Meanwhile, Olivia sat blankly in the empty classroom.
Her heart, which had been pounding for a long time, slowly settled down like the current of the deep sea, becoming calm and composed.
When she checked the time, it had already been 30 minutes since the class registration period ended.
The Herrington College method was to register for classes on a first-come, first-served basis at a designated location, then go to the appropriate classroom and register directly with the professor.
So, the fact that no one came to her classroom right now meant that her teaching career was over for today.
Olivia calmly stood up and put the lecture materials she had spent a long time preparing into her bag.
And then she consciously and constantly thought about the following.
First, let's go see Professor Marguerite and say hello, then go home. Let's go home and get some rest... and then...
But then suddenly, the classroom door opened.
When she quickly raised her head to see if anyone would want to take her class, the most unpleasant person standing there was there.
Ansen slowly approached her, his face filled with regret as he looked around the empty classroom.
“Olivia.”
“...”
Olivia's expression seemed to crumble, but she didn't look away from his gaze. Ansen stared at her without saying a word, then took a document from his bosom and placed it before her.
“I always needed you. Now I think you need me too.”
“Stop it.”
"You've tried everything, haven't you? You've applied to dozens of companies, even worked as a librarian."
“Stop it, Ansen.”
But Ansen didn't give up. It was the perfect time to push her.
"It will continue to be that way. If you cling to the name Olivia Liberty, you'll experience the same frustration every day."
“I can’t listen to you anymore.”
Olivia passed Ansen, leaving the documents he had given her behind. Ansen struck her with a sharp, piercing remark.
“I am the only one who acknowledges you.”
“...”
"Live as Oliver next to me, Olivia. There's no other way to be accepted. No one in this world will ever truly see you. You've probably realized by now, haven't you? You're most comfortable next to me."
Olivia's white fists trembled sweetly at him.
She had endured it for as long as she could, so she turned around and approached Ansen, baring her teeth.
"What? Are you the only one who truly acknowledges me? It's fine to treat people like fools. How does that acknowledge me? How does demanding that I live the rest of my life as a dead man, behind the name Oliver, acknowledge me?!"
“...”
"You know what they call that? They call it taking advantage. And you're not even paying him his fair share. You're not even paying Oliver his fair share. Why? Because he doesn't have anything."
“...”
Olivia never shed a single tear.
She took a deep breath, turned around, and stormed out of the classroom, seemingly without a shred of regret.
Ansen's eyes became darker and more sullen.
That woman, who was barely a handful, kept shaking him up. If he wanted to, he could take everything she had and make her cry and beg.
If Princess Marguerite hadn't been standing behind her, he might have done so already.
Ansen smoothed down his suit while tucking the documents into his bosom.
"What should I do, Olivia? My patience is running thin. You can't push me this hard."
The gloomy voice disappeared into the empty classroom air.
Olivia stormed out of the lecture hall and headed straight for the beautiful tree in the garden. Hiding in the darkness, she took a moment to calm her restless breathing before heading to the café.
After buying a cream crepe cake and coffee, she went to find Margot.
Margot knew she was coming, so she personally opened the door and welcomed her.
She maintained her usual cynical expression. Olivia, relieved by her lack of concern, smiled as she held up the cake.
“That guy really likes cake.”
“How delicious it is.”
Olivia sat across from Margot and proudly ate her share of cake.
“Eat this too.”
“Oh, I bought that for you, Professor.”
“I’m done.”
Olivia chuckled for no reason and then looked at Margot blankly.
"Why."
"Sorry."
For a moment, Margot frowned.
"That's thr problem. Why do you keep apologizing when it's not your fault? And why do you keep smiling when it's not time to smile?!"
“You might as well cry!”
Olivia laughed again at that.
“I’d rather you cry!”
“Why are you crying over something like this?”
“...”
While Margot was speechless, Olivia finally began eating the cake she had offered. Margot, who had been watching silently, spoke in a much more subdued voice.
“Where are you going now?”
"Home. Um... And then I need to find a job. But before that, I think I'll go on a trip."
“...”
Olivia finished off another piece of cake, and Margot watched her in silence.
She could see that little Olivia was slowly falling apart.
Even a gentle stream breaks rocks into sand, so how could Olivia not be worn away?
Still, she hopes this child doesn't break.
“A kite flies high against the wind, not with a tailwind.”
In an instant, Olivia's movements suddenly stopped.
The Vice President came out into the sunlight to greet him and greeted him politely.
"Welcome to Pulder, Your Royal Highness. I am Rickman Actuar, Vice President of Pulder."
Noah also stopped walking and bowed at the middle-aged gentleman's polite greeting.
“Thank you for welcoming me so warmly, even though I stopped by unexpectedly. This is Noah Astrid.”
Vice President Rickman greeted him with a friendly smile.
While the staff filled out the Prince's entry documents, the two men chatted lightly around a nice tea table.
The Vice President was very curious about the purpose of the Prince's visit.
Noah gently smiled and broke down his guard, leading the conversation in a friendly tone.
"This visit is purely personal. I hope to learn from the businesses in Pulder, and I've also been missing the beauty of Pulder at this time of year. So please don't be too concerned about my visit."
"Hahaha, I see. The atmosphere of Herod at this time of year is truly wonderful. Sometimes, I, too, feel the urge to escape to Herod. There's something about the exotic atmosphere that's different from the nostalgia for home."
“Come to Herod at any time. I will come out to meet you personally.”
“It is an honor.”
At that time, news arrived that the Prince's party's immigration inspection had been completed, and the vice president quickly made a suggestion to the Prince, who was about to rise from his seat.
“I will provide you with accommodations during your stay. I will take care of you, so please come with me.”
Noah had no intention of accompanying a seasoned politician on his journey from Pulder. He shook his head with a smile.
"I can't afford to use Pulder's taxes for my personal journey. Besides, isn't my aunt in Pulder? I'd be grateful for your kind words."
“Where do you plan to stay?”
“I’m thinking of staying at the Ritz Hotel. I might even stay at my aunt’s mansion for a day or so.”
“I see. I understand.”
“Oh, by the way, you don’t have to worry about my personal security either.”
Noah added, his red-green eyes fixed on the Vice President. His meaning was clear.
Don't follow me.
The Vice President smiled gently and tilted his head.
“I hope you have a pleasant trip.”
“Thank you. That’s all for now.”
Noah stood up first, winking at Meson and his bodyguards, and left the office as naturally as if it were his own country.
The Vice President, who had been quietly watching the spot where he had disappeared, stroked his beard out of habit and muttered.
“They say Astrid will survive even if all the royal families on the Norfolk continent disappear... I guess so. The Crown Prince is just as good as the Prince, huh?”
“Yes. It feels completely different, but it’s no easy feat either.”
"That's true. King Leonard is the same. If there's a problem in that family, it's Walter Lightwing. But why isn't that Prince married yet?"
Unlike Herod, where centuries-old buildings stood in a jagged line, the sun-drenched streets of Pulder were wide and spacious.
The buildings, which were built haphazardly, each boasted their own unique shapes, and perhaps because of this, they gave off a strong sense of freedom compared to the refined atmosphere of Herod.
Even though it wasn't his first visit, Noah looked out the window intently.
Meson, sitting across from him, habitually opened his notebook and began his duties as a secretary.
"The hotel has already contacted me. You can proceed directly to your room. I've also sent someone to Princess Marguerite, so I'll let you know when I hear from her. The same goes for Representative Wilhelm."
“...”
“Well... how should I meet Miss Liberty? I know her address.”
Wow... Our Prince is coming to Pulder to propose to Olivia Liberty!!
I can see it right in front of my nose!!!
Where in the world can you find such great working conditions! Job satisfaction is the best, the best!
Meson desperately suppressed the twitching of his lips and glanced at Noah.
Please take me with you. Please take me with you.
While he was praying earnestly inside, Noah slowly opened his mouth.
“I guess I’ll stop by the hotel and then go straight away.”
“Right away... today?”
“You don’t come.”
"No! No! I did it because I liked it... No, that's not it. That can't be right, can it? I will take care of it, Your Highness!"
Noah spoke coldly to him as he waved his hands and talked nonsense.
“No, that’s fine. You don’t come.”
“Your Highness, take me too. Yes? Your Highness!”
It took 3 weeks to get here! I just wanted to see it!!!
Meson silently screamed, looking at Noah with desperate eyes. Of course, he completely ignored him.
***
Meanwhile, Olivia sat blankly in the empty classroom.
Her heart, which had been pounding for a long time, slowly settled down like the current of the deep sea, becoming calm and composed.
When she checked the time, it had already been 30 minutes since the class registration period ended.
The Herrington College method was to register for classes on a first-come, first-served basis at a designated location, then go to the appropriate classroom and register directly with the professor.
So, the fact that no one came to her classroom right now meant that her teaching career was over for today.
Olivia calmly stood up and put the lecture materials she had spent a long time preparing into her bag.
And then she consciously and constantly thought about the following.
First, let's go see Professor Marguerite and say hello, then go home. Let's go home and get some rest... and then...
But then suddenly, the classroom door opened.
When she quickly raised her head to see if anyone would want to take her class, the most unpleasant person standing there was there.
Ansen slowly approached her, his face filled with regret as he looked around the empty classroom.
“Olivia.”
“...”
Olivia's expression seemed to crumble, but she didn't look away from his gaze. Ansen stared at her without saying a word, then took a document from his bosom and placed it before her.
“I always needed you. Now I think you need me too.”
“Stop it.”
"You've tried everything, haven't you? You've applied to dozens of companies, even worked as a librarian."
“Stop it, Ansen.”
But Ansen didn't give up. It was the perfect time to push her.
"It will continue to be that way. If you cling to the name Olivia Liberty, you'll experience the same frustration every day."
“I can’t listen to you anymore.”
Olivia passed Ansen, leaving the documents he had given her behind. Ansen struck her with a sharp, piercing remark.
“I am the only one who acknowledges you.”
“...”
"Live as Oliver next to me, Olivia. There's no other way to be accepted. No one in this world will ever truly see you. You've probably realized by now, haven't you? You're most comfortable next to me."
Olivia's white fists trembled sweetly at him.
She had endured it for as long as she could, so she turned around and approached Ansen, baring her teeth.
"What? Are you the only one who truly acknowledges me? It's fine to treat people like fools. How does that acknowledge me? How does demanding that I live the rest of my life as a dead man, behind the name Oliver, acknowledge me?!"
“...”
"You know what they call that? They call it taking advantage. And you're not even paying him his fair share. You're not even paying Oliver his fair share. Why? Because he doesn't have anything."
“...”
Olivia never shed a single tear.
She took a deep breath, turned around, and stormed out of the classroom, seemingly without a shred of regret.
Ansen's eyes became darker and more sullen.
That woman, who was barely a handful, kept shaking him up. If he wanted to, he could take everything she had and make her cry and beg.
If Princess Marguerite hadn't been standing behind her, he might have done so already.
Ansen smoothed down his suit while tucking the documents into his bosom.
"What should I do, Olivia? My patience is running thin. You can't push me this hard."
The gloomy voice disappeared into the empty classroom air.
Olivia stormed out of the lecture hall and headed straight for the beautiful tree in the garden. Hiding in the darkness, she took a moment to calm her restless breathing before heading to the café.
After buying a cream crepe cake and coffee, she went to find Margot.
Margot knew she was coming, so she personally opened the door and welcomed her.
She maintained her usual cynical expression. Olivia, relieved by her lack of concern, smiled as she held up the cake.
“That guy really likes cake.”
“How delicious it is.”
Olivia sat across from Margot and proudly ate her share of cake.
“Eat this too.”
“Oh, I bought that for you, Professor.”
“I’m done.”
Olivia chuckled for no reason and then looked at Margot blankly.
"Why."
"Sorry."
For a moment, Margot frowned.
"That's thr problem. Why do you keep apologizing when it's not your fault? And why do you keep smiling when it's not time to smile?!"
“Then should I cry?”
Olivia laughed again at that.
“I’d rather you cry!”
“Why are you crying over something like this?”
“...”
While Margot was speechless, Olivia finally began eating the cake she had offered. Margot, who had been watching silently, spoke in a much more subdued voice.
“Where are you going now?”
"Home. Um... And then I need to find a job. But before that, I think I'll go on a trip."
“...”
Olivia finished off another piece of cake, and Margot watched her in silence.
She could see that little Olivia was slowly falling apart.
Even a gentle stream breaks rocks into sand, so how could Olivia not be worn away?
Still, she hopes this child doesn't break.
“A kite flies high against the wind, not with a tailwind.”
In an instant, Olivia's movements suddenly stopped.
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