Had I done the right thing? I didnt want to regret what I had already done, but it was the first ti I had made an important decision on behalf of my father. Just the thought of it daunted . Sighing, I returned to my room and found that Max was sitting on the sofa. I had been worried that he would barge into the drawing room, but he had waited patiently for . Wearing a pleasant smile, I approached him.25
Huh?
In the blink of an eye, he was in front of .
Eyes fixed on , he asked, What took you so long? There was slight resentnt in his voice.
I sighed. Lord Elios asked for cooperation from our family. Apparently, criminals who escaped from his fathers territory are in a village under my fathers authority. The discussion ended up being drawn out.
Giving
a gaze of suspicion, he interrogated, Was that all he ca for? His question reminded
of what Lord Elios had said:
The hunting competitionit is just around the corner. I want you to cheer
on.
I wondered how Max would react if I told him the truth. There was a sudden urge to play the mischievous girlfriend, but not wanting to cause a misunderstanding, I held my tongue. I had clearly stated my boundaries to Lord Eliosthere was no reason to feel guilty. And so I nodded, Yes, thats all.
His gaze now fiery, he reminded , I waited patiently as you told
to.
If there was a dal I could give him at this mont, I would. The problem was there was no such thing. Good job, was all I could say.
Once I comnded him, he hugged . He then asked, Then, could you do
a favor?
I wondered what he might want from
for a split second. Swallowing nervously, I nodded. What is it?
I want an embroidered handkerchief made by you, he whispered. Startled, I recoiled slightly to et his eyesreminded of the conversation I had with Lord Elios just monts ago. Had Max overheard the conversation? He already had several records of eavesdropping, and I couldnt help but doubt him. I was looking at him with questioning eyes when he asked again, Do you not want to? He was now asking with pleading eyes, seeming a bit disappointed.
No, its not that I reflexively shook my head. Why do you suddenly want an embroidered handkerchief from ?
Max pulled sothing out of his pocket in response to my question. My eyes widened in surprise. He still had the pink handkerchief I had given him a long ti ago. He carefully unfolded the fabric as if it was the most precious item in the whole world. It was clean but looked a little old; it was as if he had carried it around all the ti. Thanks to this, I was able to get through the battle against the Lagon. This was a reminder of the monts we spent together, he explained. I had given the handkerchief to him without knowing he was going to war. Filled with embarrassnt and regret, I gazed at him. I wont force you, of course. You must be busy preparing for your coming-of-age ceremony.
Shaking my head violently, I cried, No way! There is still a long way to go until then!
Smiling with his eyes, he asked, Will you do it for , then? Realizing the promise I had made, I forced a smile. Having spent most of my life as a spoiled, good-for-nothing brat, I was not familiar with even the basics of sewing. Then, Max gave
my last chance as he said, I guess I would be putting you in a difficult place. Its okay, I still have this handkerchief.
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