What does that an?
Those words made my forehead crumple. I cant believe he is going to revive my will to write by pretending to be a character in a novel. Besides, if soone reads my novel, theyd understand how deep the relationship between Troy and the heroine is..
Did he order that?
Its just crazy. Dont the artists of the Principality know any sha?
He has ordered the completion of
Again, a formal reply ca back, but it didnt matter anymore. Just sending such a person to has already been enough of an answer.
This has made it clear that Alan Leopold is trying to drive crazy.
Upon accepting this fact, strangely, my head went cold.
Im sorry, but I dont an to go along with that nonsense, Mr. Maurice.
I had to get up to let him out of the room.
Ill talk to Alan Leopold again when he gets back. Its clear that he is crazy, but at least he hasnt forgotten the language.
You cant run away.
Then, he held my hand.
And its the sa for because well be together forever.
Whats wrong with you?
To my dismay, he was reciting exactly what Troy said in the novel, with desperate eyes
Let go..!
Suddenly, he pressed his hot lip on the back of my hand.
Mr. Maurice!
I was horrified and tried to wring my hand out, but his grip on my wrist was truly enormous. His green eyes, looking up at with his head down, were far deep.
Theres this kind of love You.
I dont know how many tis he read my novel, but it was definitely the sentences that I wrote. The hands held by him and his hot gaze on my face were unbearable.
please stop it.
Promise that you will complete the novel with .
He let go of my hand and said. He sounded as if nothing had happened.
You must know that that is the only liberation.
Stop talking. Im thinking.
Now he was about to feel bizarre. The hollow eyes, sunken cheeks, to the muddy green eyes that seed to have crushed the leaves of grass.
But what does liberation an? Does that literally an leaving here?
It was imdiately after that I thought that maybe it had an abstract aning.
Ive been writing a lot of stories, but it never went beyond my hobby level. For ,
is the first work that can be called a novel and the first work that gave aningful results.
If this work is left unfinished, in a sense I may not be able to escape from Troy and from Alan Leopold forever.
Mr. Maurice,
But is the word liberation that he said with those eyes really limited to ?
Please answer honestly. Im not asking about your employer.
Then his green eyes, which I thought wouldnt reveal any emotions, headed for . It was as if I could finally see an uncontrollable vortex within.
Is the completion of this novel related to your well-being?
.
He looked at with no answer, and I wasnt blunt enough to not to know that it was an unspoken affirmation.
Give ti to think.
If you are thinking that you will not finish the novel, Ill do it over and over again..
Mr. Maurice, a season has already passed since I gave that manuscript from my hands. The feeling that I felt at that ti has completely left , and theres no way I can continue writing it right away.
I grabbed a bunch of paper in front of him in a way that would reassure him. A collection of unfamiliar letters that soone has written in a fluent style that doesnt feel like my story anymore. A story that I wrote with excitent and overwhelming sadness, forgetting even the rising of the sun and the setting of the moon, but now it has lost its direction.
Could the story of Troy and I be completed for my liberation and for sothing this stranger longs for?
Id love to if I could.
Ill read it again from the beginning. I dont know if I can regain that feeling. Is the next visit in two days?
Thats right.
Then lets talk again on that day, Mr. Maurice. I really need ti.
After Mr. Maurice stepped down, and watched the maids tidy up the teacups and the teapot, I asked them to leave as soon as the table was clean.
I had mixed feelings as I sat at the reading table with a grim face reading the feast of sentences soaked in Alan Leopold.
I had no idea that I would face this manuscript again as I had never received a separate notice from the Academy that theyd return the manuscript. Rather, I was worried about how I should read this and whether I could read it properly.
ha.
I still couldnt turn a page and just breathed in and drank tea repeatedly, but I couldnt stop laughing suddenly. There was A tower of books stacked on one side of the table. The title of a book of poetry placed at the top caught my eye.
My love has really beco a thing of the past.
* * *
I felt sorry for Mr. Maurice, but Id rather not read my novel again, no matter how hard I think about it.
Its just an evil trauma to , not a precious piece of work anymore. If I read it again, I might beco weaker than Im now and lose my will to leave this place.
Therefore, when he visits again, I will explain my feelings in polite words and ask for his understanding.
I dont think Mr Maurice will understand. Poor lissa Collins caught by his mad master.
To be honest, I am engulfed in my own misfortune right now, and I cannot easily hold any hope. It would be nice if only this crazy loneliness could be alleviated.
With that thought, I broke the silence.
Excuse .
The young maid, who was diligently cleaning the room behind , who is sitting at my desk, hurriedly turned to look at .
Yes?
She appeared to be about the sa age as Julia, she seed a little surprised and scared. On the first day I ca here, I was quiet and quiet, but I called myself after Id jump if I didnt call Alan.
But I just wanted a little chat.
A, anything you need
Whats your na?
.
The little maid rolled her eyes with a frightened face. Are you trained not to answer ?
Its all right, Ill keep it a secret.
.
The maid clenched her lips and remained motionless. I didnt expect her to tell her na.
Well, they never called my na, either. Maybe they dont know. As soon as I recalled that fact, I realized again how deford I was being treated here.
Living in a luxurious room, high-class fabrics, luxurious food, and the care of countless maids, but without anyone to talk to.
While living in Arch Hill, I thought that I liked to spend ti alone without being disturbed, but looking back, it was thanks to the blessed weather and nature. mories of taking a nap with a book on my face under the shade of a tree, the wind and birdsong with the scent of fragrant grass.
But here I cant even get out of this detached house. So I dont even know what the capital of the Principality looks like. I rembered reading the story of Lunoa being beautiful in Tobias letter, which has beco a mory now, but.
As I thought that far, I felt an unbearable longing for the past.
Its because Im depressed. You said it was your job to help stay comfortable.
.
Ive never lived a colorful life among many people. But thanks to the few people around , I grew up to be soone who took it for granted to show honest feelings, look deeply into each others eyes, and talk.
Won who wash my body and brush my hair every night without telling a na. After leaving my beloved kingdom, all that is left of is this superficial relationship.
A sudden surge of sorrow surged in .
Did Alan order you to do that?
What?
Did Alan Leopold tell you not to talk to ?
No, thats.
Seeing the maid dilly-dally, it was clear that she was agitated. Maybe its sympathy.
I think I know how he feels. Its not the first ti. In fact, he asked to dance at the victory dance last year.
What? Then, lady.
The maid looked as if she couldnt hide her surprise. Indeed, it is surprising that the main character of the rumour was no one else but such an ordinary woman. Not only that but your master even brought here.
Have you heard that he doesnt usually dance? It beca a huge sensation in society that he reached out to an ordinary woman like first.
.
At that ti, it was like heaven and a dream, but after the dance, I realized how low the place I was in was. Have you ever traveled between heaven and hell in one night?
Uh.
The maid shook her duster in her hand. She was embarrassed and had strange interest and empathy eyes because he didnt know why he was talking about this to himself.
Hes going to ruin completely with this one. Its very cruel. Wasnt it weird from the beginning? The fact that he took here.
.
He even has a separate lover.
To the young master Oh, my.
The maid blushed and covered her mouth, and quickly captured her expression.
If you dont need anything, Ill leave.
Let send a letter to the kingdom!
At my urgent cry, the maid, who turned her body to the door, stopped. I added without missing a beat. If you persuade this young maid with desperation, maybe.
Thats what I need most right now. I miss my family and friends. This misfortune will never
There is no one who does not miss family and friends, miss.
But the answer I got back from the maid was far too preposterous.
It is the sa with us, who left our holand and ca to a foreign country. You just have to endure the life you have been given.
That
Even if you appeal to my emotions, you wont get the results you want.
The maid, who turned her head gently, looked back at over her shoulder. All kinds of emotions seed to be conveyed from the eyes that always seed insensitive and innocent.
Maybe its because Im just stupid and didnt notice.
Because to us, you only seem like a blessed person.
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