𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧
No matter how many times I blinked, and even after closing my eyes tightly before opening them again, reality remained unchanged.
In front of the serious-looking Roa-sama, I am in utter chaos.
Setting aside my tangled and poorly functioning thoughts, I concentrate on Roa-sama.
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“I’m also not suited for romance.”
“Is that so?”
“Everyone is curious and pays attention to me, but I don’t want to get married, nor do I want to fall in love or be the object of affection. . . Deep down, I’m afraid of it. Perhaps I’m just cowardly.”
“Is it because. . . such an abominable thing happened?”
“No.”
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I could clearly deny just that.
Maybe it was the final straw, but the root of it was being hurt by something different.
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“. . .I’m genuinely terrified of becoming dependent on the affection directed at me, and the thought of it disappearing one day terrifies me to my core.”
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It was an undeniable truth that I had tried not to see.
Letting out a sigh, I felt somewhat relieved in my heart upon acknowledging an unwelcome truth and sharing it with someone.
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“After all, talking with Roa-sama at the end of the day is essential. Roa-sama always makes me aware of many things.”
“I think so too.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
“. . .I see. . . That’s right. . . .I, too, may be afraid. Facing the reality that I may never be given the most I have never been given before, even from now on. . . It was frightening.”
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Roa-sama laughed. It was a laugh that blossomed beautifully.
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“Thank you, Alice. With this, I can move forward again.”
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Roa-sama is beautiful.
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Not just the face, but the way of life and thinking are beautiful, dazzling.
How can the mere thought of a depressing reality become a force to move forward? Someone who leads the way, taking on all the wounds and pain, and can still smile proudly at such an act.
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“The night is getting late. Let’s go to sleep soon.”
“Yes. Please rest well.”
“You must be tired? Rest all day tomorrow, take it easy. Good night, Alice, have sweet dreams.”
“May Roa-sama also have sweet dreams. Goodnight.”
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After parting with Roa-sama, I entered my private room.
I crawl into bed and gaze at the ceiling faintly lit by moonlight.
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“. . .If Roa-sama were the royal prince, everything would make too much sense.”
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A reason for being targeted by Dyson and running away. Roa-sama’s brother, who can readily prepare expensive magical tools.
The master of Arthur, the next head of the Dahlia Duke family.
The prince, rarely seen in public and recuperating, who used a magical tool to change his appearance and voice while with the Fourth Knight Order.
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The royal blue, the color of the royal family, boldly used in this room intended for Roa-sama, and his silver hair softly brushed back.
The eye color is the only difference, but that can be easily changed.
I haven’t heard the prince’s voice much, but that deep, nice voice resembles the prince’s.
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“Why is Roa-sama hiding his status. . .”
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At this point, I wonder if he is still thinking about not wanting to involve me? I’m already deeply involved, so it’s too late for that now.
Since he’s hiding his status from me, I can’t ask for the reason.
I want to ask. . . I desperately want to know why things have turned out this way, but I can’t! It’s a dilemma!
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“. . .Let’s just sleep for now. . .”
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I’ll go to sleep while rejoicing in Shiro’s safety. No good conclusions come out of late-night or pre-sleep ponderings.
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The next morning, I left my room with a groggy head before noon.
Although I’m glad that Shiro is safe, I’m overwhelmed with my own things and somehow feel apologetic.
To hide my bed hair, I make a loose braid before leaving the room.
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“Good morning, Alice. You could have slept a little longer.”
“Good morning, Arthur-sama. If I sleep too much, I won’t be able to sleep at night.”
“That’s certainly true.”
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Arthur still exudes an aura of a refreshingly princely charm as always.
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“Are you hungover? You should have taken a sobering medicine while you were drinking.”
“I’m not hungover, so I’m fine.”
“Your complexion doesn’t look good, so please take the day off.”
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Arthur, dressed as a valet, seemed to be on his way out.
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“I’ll look for others wearing a collar of submission. Most people are out today, so please don’t leave your room.”
“Understood. I will prepare some delicious food.”
“Then, please make a parfait with cookies bearing names. It was very delicious.”
“I’ll ask Cooker-kun and Prep-kun to prepare a variety of them for you. Have a good trip.”
“I’m off.”
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With Arthur gone, I am left alone in the room.
Let’s reset my feelings and prepare the parfait. We should focus on Dyson now.
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