The woman scowled at , then asked, You. Whats your na?
I could have simply told her, but if I did, then she would be considered having committed mutiny against the daughter of a duke. For this reason, I decided to keep quiet about this and replied, Ill tell you my na if you tell
yours.
She shut her mouth for a mont, then opened it back up as she glared at . Whatever. Ill just rember your face.
I silently lanted when I realized that she might cause trouble if we ended up bumping into each other again at the banquet hall. I was lost in my thoughts, when I noticed I was beginning to feel strangely cold. Not wanting to stay in this room any longer, I said, If you have nothing more to say, Ill be on my way. Ill never tell anyone about this, so dont worry. As I was about to stand up, she hurriedly grabbed my hand.
W-who said I was done talking?
For so reason, I found that the way she spoke and looked at
was adorable. Without realizing it, I started to laugh.
* * *
So, what is it that you want to tell ?
Beatrice stared at the silver-haired girl. Looking into her beautiful eyes, which were akin to a scenery of periwinkle flowers scattered on a blue lake, seed to gradually calm her down for so reason.Okay, Ive warned her, and she doesnt seem to have a big mouth Maybe it wont be a bad idea to tell her.
With her mind filled with complacent thoughts she would normally never have, Beatrice parted her lips. Today I did my best to get on my fathers good side, but it didnt work out as planned. Everyone laughed at , and my mother scolded . When she recalled what had happened, sothing inside her broke and she felt her tears welling up. The view in front of her soon beca muddied like a watercolor painting.
She had a cold father and a mother who pressured her to work harder. Beatrice tried her best to not make any mistakes because she wanted to be loved by them. However I dont even know how I can improve from here. No matter how hard I try, Ill never be accepted. The emotions she had been suppressing until now gushed up. Although she vowed to never show her weak side anymore, Beatrice beca so overwheld by her sentints that she couldnt stop the tears dripping from her eyes.
Youre probably going to laugh at
now for being pathetic, arent you?Beatrice was about to glare at the silver-haired girl, but to her surprise, her shoulders were wrapped in the warmth of another persons body temperature.
Youve had a hard ti until now, havent you? The gentle voice she heard was so warm that it perated to the inside of her aching heart. Those words were what she needed to hear after she had beco exhausted from all of her fruitless efforts. But you dont have to try so hard to get soones approval, the girl continued.
Are you really unaware of the fact that youll fall behind if you dont get recognition from others in this society? Beatrice shot back in a disgruntled tone.
A bitter smile ford on the silver-haired girls delicate face. Im saying this because Ive been through the sa thing. I made great efforts in the past to determine my worth by how others evaluated . Beatrice stared at the silver-haired girl with shaky eyes. She could sense a hint of weariness coming from her eyes. But I realized that it was , not others, who could decide my worth, the girl concluded.
Beatrice tightly closed her mouth, then asked, How are you living now, then?
Ive let go of everything and am trying to live for my happiness, the girl replied with a carefree voice.
Happiness Beatrice muttered unconsciously. It was a value that she had never thought of before, as she was under the impression that she could only gain happiness from her mothers recognition. However, her resolve was shaken when she heard the girls words.Can I really let go?She was trying to answer this vexing question, when her eyes connected with the warm blue ones looking at her. She gazed into those eyes as if she were possessed, then clenched her fists as if she had made up her mind.
* * *
Has she cald down now? I think we can start heading back to the banquet hallI thought for a mont, then noticed her tear-stained face. The nobles were definitely going to start talking if she entered the hall teary-faced. Although I had told her not to feel constrained by others, I wasnt an advocate of letting go of commonsense. I held out my handkerchief once again and said, Here, wipe your tears. I was going to let her handle it herself if she shook
off, but she ended up accepting my favor. Her actions sohow reminded
of Max.
Without realizing it, a laugh was about to slip from my mouth at the sight, when she looked at
with her red eyes and said, You can call
Bea.
Bea. I was thinking I had heard that na sowhere before when she suddenly grabbed my wrist. Lets go. She ushered
out of the room first, then closed the door behind us. Then she looked back at
and warned, Dont tell anyone that youve been here.
Why? I asked.
Its not a very pleasant place.
As I thought, she must have chosen the spookiest place in the palace to threaten . I pondered about the identity of the room for a mont, then decided it was simply a haunted room. We had exited the cell-like room and were walking in the hallway, when a dreary voice ca from behind us.
It was you.
I instinctively turned my head, then recoiled in fright. I took a step back as the sight before
was scarier than any ghost. The crown prince, covered in black, was standing in front of
with his mask on. The bleak aura surrounding him made him look like the grim reaper.
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