Chapter 41: Hello
Hello.
It wasnt even a very cold day, but my lips trembled helplessly.
You
In the wind, it was impossible to say anything more. I felt that I was not in the condition to even speak properly.
Nevertheless, this situation It was totally incomprehensible.
Wearing a black bowler hat and a coat of the sa color was similar to the day he ca to my house. But he wasnt wearing a mask, and this ti he had long red hair.
The long hair, which was obvious to be a wig, was partially cast over his face, so he was not imdiately recognized at first. Of course, it is also because he is quite tall.
I took a big step back, trembling with fear. And when I finally saw the stalker at a glance, I blad my eyes.
His voice and body. Flawless and pale skin like wax, and two eyes resembling the dawn sky.
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Even today, I could sll his scent clearly. The sa as the small, brilliant bottle on the living room shelf. The scent of the misty rose garden trapped in it was clear.
Watching my face turn into astonishnt, he moved his lips again.
I thought I should co back in this form.
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I couldnt answer or run away. I was only standing there with a bewildered look on my face. I didnt know that the mont when I would be sure of his true identity would co like this.
My heart was beating so painfully that it would destroy my entire chest, and I was silently enduring the pain. This certainly wasnt the first ti I felt it.
It is the night that covers the waiting and sleeps.
The man, who looked down at the cover with a cool gaze, said with a deep low voice. At that mont, a gust of wind blew, revealing his straight face, which had been covered with his hair.
For an instant, I was engulfed in very fearful and absurd thoughts. Even if I had to lose all my dreams, if I could just reverently kiss those eyelids.
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Id rather lose my mind like this.
I bit my lips and tried to chase away my thoughts. Then he smiled strangely.
Why is your face like that?
The red hair that fell gently over the snow-white nose bridge, looked erotic.
Didnt you know everything?
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At the mont when I was unable to answer anything as if my heart was crushed, many thoughts passed by .
For example, it may be a crazy idea, but I suspect that this man is really Alan Leopold.
There is no way there are two n in the kingdom who look like this. But this person was definitely different from Alan Ive observed so far.
Its not just because of the simple reason that the impression looks different because of the red hair. There was no way Alan would use such a friendly tone to , such an unprofessional one.
I knew Alan Leopold was a cold person with no gaps since I watched him over my shoulders a long ti ago. I realized that no matter what, even during the evening when I t with him, and when we danced together at night..
When I raised my head with that thought, I saw the cover of the book he had held out toward .
My trembling eyes t his cool eyes looking right at .
A gaze so intense that made hold my breath. An unknown desire was read from those eyes in the red glow of the sunset..
The mont I secretly shrugged my shoulders, his lips drew a graceful arc.
It felt like my heart was lting without end. There was a mixture of ecstasy and questions, and my head was all confused. Could this man really be Alan Leopold?
At that ti, a man who turned his eyes sowhere kicked his tongue lightly.
I have to go.
Then, forgetting to receive the book, he slipped it into my frozen arms.
Here, take it.
Seeing pause with surprised eyes, he smiled slightly. A small, soft sound, whether it was laughter or the sound of the wind, brushed my ears, causing to get goosebumps.
Soon after he took off his black bowler hat, he politely showed courtesy. As if we were about to part ways for a very long ti. His straight legs were slightly bent, and his long, shiny red hair fluttered down.
It was a very reverent greeting that felt enthusiastic. To the point where I automatically think that he is the knight who serves , and that I am his one and only love.
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I also suddenly greeted him with courtesy. As if the two of us had just finished dancing. When I grabbed my old winter dress, my fingertips were naturally tense.
Even in the midst of this, I couldnt stop following his elegant figure, which was close to perfection, with eager eyes. At that very mont, the questions that filled my mind were quickly washed away.
Er,
It was an impulse to call the na.
Sir Alan
As he was about to turn his body and leave the seat, he looked back at for a mont.
When the two eyes were intertwined again, I didnt avoid his eyes. I just looked at him with a face that seed to burst into tears at any mont.
I sincerely wanted to cry. His face was dyed in the golden sunset looking so distant and noble.
When our eyes t, it was bizarre as if ti had stopped. The mont ca to an end as he turned around and disappeared toward the alley.
While standing opposite thay man, I wondered if it was only the two of us on the streets of Florin, but only after he disappeared I realized that I had been mistaken.
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I felt dreamy as if I woke up from a daydream. I shook my head and hugged the book in my arms, walking and weaving through the crowds to get ho.
All the way ho, breathing in the evening air that slled of sunset, I couldnt feel my feet. I felt like I was floating in the air and flowing with the wind.
I told myself it was all a dream, eting the stalker with the face of Alan Leopold and I almost believed it.
At the end of that obscure road, when I faced a two-story house built with red bricks. I finally returned to reality when my eyes t my mother, who was looking out the window with a blank face.
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Is there really only one successor to Ian Leopold?
My mothers hand, who was eating cottage pie, stopped when I asked a random question. Mrs. Kerney opened her big eyes even wider, examining my intentions.
The two ladies of Collins felt that I had been so engrossed in writing the novel that I had not yet fully returned to reality. Well, maybe its not wrong.
My mother asked,
Why are you asking that all of a sudden, instead of eating?
The eyes of the two even showed an indescribable pity. The probability that the academy will select my novel is infinitely close to zero, and Im destined to not be able to write until I get married.
Whatever the reason, it must be bitter to be in the position of an adult who cannot support the dream of her one and only daughter.
I wonder if he has only one child. I heard that he had three wives..
After finishing my speech, when I drank the soup with a strange face as much as possible, the two ladies soon resud eating. My mother opened her mouth.
Youre not going to write a novel about a businessman, are you lissa?
No! Im just suddenly curious. I wonder if youve ever heard rumors or sothing..
Rumors?
Sir Alan actually has a twin brother or sothing like that..
Then Mrs. Kearney burst into laughter.
Youre young, lissa.
What?
It will be difficult to form a relationship with that great heir, so you want to find soone who resembles you, right?
At that, my mother added in a low voice.
If thats the case, you can.
No, its not like that.
I was sowhat embarrassed and blushed. For no reason, the inside of my neck tickled.
I saw a person who looked like him in the city today. They look so alike that I believe they are twins.
Mrs. Kerney, who was scraping the mashed potatoes from the plate, said in a loud voice.
Oh my, thats probably sothing only you thought! If there was soone like that, there would be rumors in the capital!
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Sir Alan probably stays at ho most of the ti, right? You must be tired because people are watching wherever you go.
As I listened to her words, I think I know the purpose of that red wig. A kind of disguise to be free from peoples eyes? The reason why he let his hair pour down naturally without brushing it back is to make his face invisible.
Moreover, it is rare in the Sourne Kingdom to have such a hair colour. Therefore, soone would probably think that Alan is a unique gentleman from abroad. Unless you stopped him and took a close look at him.
It is true that it is hard to even doubt that Leopolds successor will make such a journey in the first place.
But what was the feeling of familiarity with ? And the unfamiliar atmosphere. It never looked like Alan Leopold.
Co to think of it, I heard sothing from your father about a decade ago.
At that ti, my mother suddenly spoke out and my thoughts were scattered like smoke. My mother continued with an indifferent face.
A fellow who served in the military with Leopold when he was young He talked about his history with won.
(T/N: like who he slept with)
history of won
I heard that he often hung out with won on the street, and among them there was a woman with Leopolds child or sothing.
His mother, who was frowning and looking back on her dim mories, added as if she didnt know anymore.
Its common for celebrities to be disparaged at will. At that ti, Leopold was already a family recognized by the royal family.
(T/N: shes says it is probably a false rumor/slander)
Thats right, maam. If thats true, how could you not have been caught?
Mrs. Kerney agreed.
Citizens are not fools, and there are only a few people who work for him. There can be no such thing as an eternal secret!
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As long as that great Mr. Leopold didnt sinfully throw who knew the truth into the river. Then the truth lies at the bottom of the river.
(T/N: as long as he didnt kill the woman and throw her into a river)
When the tableware was laid down in a creepy joke, Mrs. Kearney muttered awkwardly, putting the cottage pie on the plate.
Isnt it sothing to say during dinner ti? Ho ho
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In my head, I was just in a ss with a series of thoughts. All kinds of hypotheses and possibilities are colliding with power, and there was no way I could eat cottage pie or sothing.
Thank you for the food.
Hey, lissa! I an, I was just joking!
Let her rest, leaving my mothers voice behind, I ca straight up to my room. Throwing myself into the bed, I lay down and said to myself.
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Alan Leopold, my stalker?
Even thinking about it again, today was a day with no sense of reality at all. My head is full of clutter and it is impossible to think properly. Maybe I really am still in the novel. It might take so ti to get back to reality.
Haaa
I closed my eyes with a slow sigh, and soon fell asleep.
The very next day, shocking news flew in.
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