༺ Comfortable Fairy, Academy (1) ༻
The way back to the Academy with the box that the rciful Gold Duke bestowed was quite enjoyable.
After all, the trip I was so worried about ended up being quite profitable for . A 50% increase in the support money and six bottles of Boyar wine was a very satisfactory outco.
“Is it uncomfortable? Give it to . I’ll hold onto it.”
“It’s fine. I’m sure you’re also uncomfortable.”
“I have a lot of space since I’m sitting on the inside.”
Irina, who I thought I would never see again, let alone talk to, was surprisingly calm. She even seed more peaceful compared to when we were heading to Boyar.
Irina was already in the carriage when I got there. She didn’t hesitate to tap the seat next to her. She even offered to hold the box I was holding.
‘Is this the Kraken’s effect?’
She seed to appreciate the fact that I saved her from almost getting hurt more than she cared about how I saw the tears that were streaming down her face. I’m her family’s enemy, so I’d be glad if she considered a benefactor.
The real enemy wasn’t , but the 3rd Manager. However, a subordinate and a boss were part of the sa entity, so there was nothing I could do about it. If that bastard’s gain was my gain, his loss was also mine.
Anyway, I carefully handed the box to Irina, who was staring into my eyes with her hands outstretched. It seed like she would keep insisting, so I gave it to her.
“You two seem to have gotten closer.”
I nodded at Erich’s comnt. I’m not sure about being close, but our relationship has definitely improved compared to before. If the friendliness level was at -80, it had now beco 20, which was a whopping increase of 100 points.
“It’s natural to get close if you’re in the sa carriage.”
“I’m glad. I noticed that Irina seed a bit wary of you.”
A bit? I think it was more than that.
“Oppa’s a good person, so it’s good that you’ve beco closer to him!”
“Y-yes.”
Irina’s ears turned red at that comnt and she lowered her head. I guess there’s still so resentnt left, and it’s hard to acknowledge such a flattering comnt easily.
“I guess we could have a good relationship if we beco comfortable with each other.”
What I ant was that I wouldn’t make things uncomfortable for her if she didn’t open up.
“Then it won’t be long.”
I smiled faintly at the words of Louise, who was giggling. She probably said that because she wasn’t aware of the details.
However, Louise’s eyes were surprisingly accurate. Was this the power of the protagonist?
“I felt like coming empty-handed was wrong…”
After normal life at the Academy resud, an unexpected guest visited during club ti.
“This is a hawthorn. The flowers blossod nicely, so I brought it.”
“Woah, how pretty!”
Irina brought a small flower pot and handed it over to Louise. It was a hawthorn sapling with white flowers. I don’t know much about trees, but it looked quite beautiful.
“Thank you! I’ll take good care of it!”
“Just rember to water it on ti.”
Louise placed the flower pot in a place where it could get plenty of sunlight. It seed like Louise liked the flower a lot. She looked at the pot over and over again. If flowers could feel soone’s gaze like humans do, it would have died from the pressure.
Irina then turned her gaze at and nodded.
“Hello, Oppa.”
“Yes, hi.”
Was it okay for her to be here? What about her club activities?
“Today’s club eting was canceled, so I ca to hang out. Am I bothering you?”
Irina must have sensed my question because she explained the situation first. She had co here because she had nowhere else to go. Well, in that case, there was nothing to be done.
“Not at all. Feel free to relax and hang out.”
“Thank you.”
Irina bowed again. She’s so polite. To think she’d been running away from because of fear…
“Huh? Irina, weren’t you in the gardening club?”
“Yes.”
“Today, the gardening club is off…”
Erich checked Irina’s face. Then, he briefly remained silent and added:
“Ah, I’m sorry. I confused it with another club.”
“It’s okay. Don’t worry.”
I turned my eyes after hearing Irina let out a faint laugh. Although I couldn’t see her expression as she turned her back, I sohow felt like it was for the best.
* * *
I hesitated several tis before the pastry club’s door. I just need to knock. I just need to close my eyes and do it.
‘Is this alright?’
I had been avoiding him all this ti. Was it okay for to suddenly show up? Would he think I’m weird?
No. I’m just visiting a friend. And I haven’t even given a gift as a token of gratitude for the help I received. Yes, I have a good reason to be here.
‘It’s up to .’
Oppa said we could get along if I felt comfortable. Even though there were so bad experiences in the past, I can’t keep my heart closed to soone who’s done a favor. That wouldn’t be very noble of .
As I gathered my courage and entered the clubroom, Louise and Oppa greeted . They didn’t seem bothered by the sudden visit, which was a relief. They also seed to like the gift.
“The flower language of Hawthorn was probably tolerance or forgiveness.”
I consulted a senior mber of my club on what gift to bring. And then, I heard the perfect flower language.
Tolerance, forgiveness. It sounded right. Saying it directly would be awkward for and make things uncomfortable for Oppa, so this subtle expression should be fine. I’m sure oppa will admire my ticulousness—
No, no. It doesn’t matter. After all, it’s just a gift. It doesn’t have any other aning. It’s just a small gift.
“Huh? Irina, weren’t you in the gardening club?”
As I said, the gardening club’s eting was canceled; Erich asked why I was there. Did he realize I was lying? Does Erich have another friend in the gardening club besides ?
“Today, the gardening club is off…”
I stared at Erich, who was about to say sothing he shouldn’t. He seed to understand the ssage and closed his mouth.
“Ah, I’m sorry. I confused it with another club.”
“It’s okay. Don’t worry.”
As expected, Erich is kind. He understands the sincerity of friends and overlooks small lies.
I spent so ti in the Pastry clubroom for a while and left. Although there were so intimidatingly important people, they were kinder than I thought. My senior had told that wandering during the club ti was okay, but I should return before it was over.
“Feel free to co when you have ti!”
“Would that be okay?”
“Yes! That’s fine, right?”
“Yes. It isn’t like it’s a forbidden place or anything.”
I even got permission to co back whenever I wanted. There was nothing to regret.
“Senior, I’m back.”
“Ah, Irina.”
When I returned to the gardening club’s room, the senior who had taught the aning of the hawthorn flower greeted .
“Did you already give the hawthorn as a gift?”
“Yes. Did sothing happen?”
“Ah, it’s just that there were also so other anings.”
My mind went blank at that comnt.
“I heard it also ans ‘my only love’ and that it’s more famous than the others.”
“Ah.”
Ah.
Aah…
AAAAAAHHHHHH!
‘N-Nooo!’
W-what should I do?!
I never ant to go that far! I just wanted to say that I’m fine now…!
“Irina?”
“S-senior. Is that really the most famous aning?”
“So you already gave it.”
As I nodded in embarrassnt, my senior sighed.
“It will be fine if the person who received it doesn’t know the aning.”
“What if they know?”
“…”
“Senior?”
Senior didn’t answer, but that silence weighed heavily.
Please, please. I hope Oppa doesn’t know the aning of the flower. It’s okay even if he doesn’t know about my thoughtfulness or gentleness, so please!
* * *
It felt like the plant had added so vitality to the clubroom. Although it was small, a plant was a plant, so it looked nice.
“Even if you spill so flour, it won’t be noticeable.”
Rutis, who had a twisted sense of aesthetics, spoke as if he were satisfied. That’s what that damned red-haired guy said after looking at the flower. Well, I guess nobody would notice if I poured hot sauce over you.
“A white flower also looks good. I used to think that flowers needed colors to be beautiful.”
“Sothing untainted is beautiful.”
After that, Erich and Ainter exchanged normal comntaries. Thankfully, not everyone had the sa senses as Mr. Big-Hot-Sauce man.
Louise, who was wiping the flowerpot with a cloth, turned around and asked.
“What should a good return gift be?”
Ah, a return gift.
“I feel like she might find a return gift a bit overwhelming. I think that giving her so snacks whenever she cos by should be enough.”
“Is that so?”
If this were an ordinary gift, it would be fine to give sothing in return. However, she looked at while giving the flowerpot to Louise. No matter how I thought about it, it seed like a thank-you gift for the Kraken incident.
It was a thank-you gift for saving her. If the other person gave her a thank-you gift for the gift, a bizarre chain would start.
“Irina likes macarons, so that should be good.”
Seeing how she was nodding, it seed like many macarons would be mass-produced today. But anyway, does she even know how to make macarons? How impressive.
“I think Irina will be happy. Do your best.”
“Yes!”
While leaving behind the enthusiastic Louise, I looked at the flowerpot Irina had given . What was its na again? Hawthorn?
‘I’ve never heard of it.’
So people even morize the flower language based on their colors, but I don’t know about such things. I don’t even know which flowers bloom in which season. Knowing that cherry blossoms bloom in spring was enough for .
Still, it does look pretty. Having a plant in a place filled with flour makes the air seem cleaner. I should thank her again the next ti she cos.
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