Ring (5)
As for Isaac, he seems handso.
[Hmm.]
Luce wasnt the type of person to care about the appearance of others.
This stemd from her aversion to people, regardless of their appearance.
Conversely, she only felt a sense of closeness with Isaac, but that didnt an she paid much attention to his appearance.
Therefore, when Luce made such a comnt, it felt completely unfamiliar to Thunderbird Galia
Yeah, hes handso.
[Hmm]
On a night when the sky was dark, Luce while reading a book in the top-ranked dorm, Charles Hall, muttered to herself.
As she stroked her ring, she constantly thought of Isaac and giggled to herself.
I think Isaac is the most handso one here.
[Hmm]
During the day, when the sky had scattered a clear light, Luce walked along the outdoor corridor of the academy building and looked around at the students. She made a remark, to which Galia nodded in agreent.
I was friends with a really handso guy
[Hmm]
Even during training, she blurted it out as if she had just realized Isaacs handso appearance.
Isaac was handso today too!
[Hmm]
There wasnt a day when the words, Isaac is handso didnt spring from Luces lips.
The most morable day among these was when
One day, as Luce was sitting on a bench reading a book, she looked down at her ring and muttered
The sunset light dyed her rose-gold hair and added color to her flushed cheeks. The corners of her mouth danced freely.
Then, Luce monologued,
Fine, Isaac
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One woman.
It seed as if she slled of flowers.
Galia was involved in each of Luces services.
Therefore, he could understand the heart of his master, Luce, better than anyone else.
More than ever, she was intoxicated with sweet emotions. Her heart swelled, and the words that finally burst forth were
Luce was happy.
The mories given by Isaac were perfect. The more she savored them, the sweeter Luce felt.
On the ring finger of her left hand was a magic weapon in the form of a ring.
However, it was said that only when worn on this finger would this magic weapon take effect.
This ring already had an imasurably precious aning to Luce.
It had beco yet another treasure for Luce.
To Luce, Isaac was an existence as precious as life itself.
She had to protect him, and she had to cherish him.
The mory of weeping while holding the dying body of the Candy House Witch in her arms was also a deep-rooted and intense obsession etched into the very depths of Luces being.
She didnt want to regret anything anymore. Therefore, she tried to rember everything about Isaac, understand everything about him, cherishing him above all else.
She knew what Isaacs fingerprints looked like. She morized their intricate patterns.
She knew what Isaacs irises looked like. She morized even the tiniest of wrinkles.
She gauged Isaacs hair length, nail length, stride, footsteps, and frequently used hand gestures all of it almost daily.
Yet, if she tried to pry into Isaacs private life or kept him in her arms as she pleased, he would leave.
During the last sesters social gathering, after committing a misdeed to Isaac and apologizing, Luce reflected. Certainly, as a friend, she shouldnt try to manipulate the free will of another.
But
At least, she wanted to imagine what kind of daily life Isaac had led, even if only in a rough sense. It was her own compromise.
What ca to mind was a scent. The sll of skin.
It enabled her to deduce what Isaac did throughout the day.
Luce practiced body buffing magic to enhance her sense of sll and morized all of Isaacs scents.
Last sester, sotis she would hug him or rest her chin on his shoulder.
She closed the distance with Isaac through natural physical contact.
She rembered the scents emanating from various parts of his body, categorized by different situations.
Isaac, open your mouth right now.
Dont people usually say, Say ah, in this situation?
A while ago, Luce fed Isaac with a spoon.
At first, she just wanted to feed him thinking he might be hungry. Being with Isaac was enough to make her happy, so she had no other thoughts.
However, that day, as she slled the fork that had been in Isaacs mouth, she decided to morize the scent of his saliva.
On the way back, she focused on the sll of the fork and carefully morized the scent of his saliva.
She had morized all the scents coming from his exterior
But she still didnt know what scents ca from inside his body.
At that ti, in a corner of the Butterfly Garden.
Upon seeing Isaac, Luce imdiately approached him and secretly checked his scent.
There was a slightly different sll. From around his ear, there was an unfamiliar scent.
Luces mind raced through nurous scenarios, quickly searching for the source of the scent.
She approached Dorothy and sniffed her, just in case.
The scent of Isaacs saliva was on Dorothys right ear. It had faded over ti, but the scent was still faintly there.
What did you two do?
There was a hint of murderous intent in Luces voice.
She disliked Dorothy Heartnova because she took away most of the ti she could be alone with Isaac.
However, Dorothy was an important person to Isaac and soone he liked a lot.
Therefore, Luce decided to stop at just not caring about Dorothy. Even if Dorothy and Isaac were together, she would feel uncomfortable but decided to respect it.
But, given the situation, it was clear that Isaac and Dorothy had bitten and sucked on each others ears.
The thought of that scene made her feel like her stomach was turning. She wanted to resolve the discomfort quickly.
So, hoping she was wrong, Luce had asked to confirm the truth.
Luce, why are you acting like this all of a sudden?
Isaac, using [Psychological Insight], understood Luces state of mind and, after organizing his thoughts, approached her.
At that mont, Dorothy casually laughed and knocked Luces hand away from her own head.
Isaac, taken aback, stopped in his tracks.
Junior.
Dorothys expression was subdued.
A faint smile was on her lips, however, it was rely a fake smile she had learned to restrain herself from getting angry impulsively.
Her mood was disturbed by Luces aggressive attitude.
Who are you threatening? So presumptuous.
Dorothys voice, in contrast to her smile, was extrely cynical.
To that warning-like question, Luce gave no answer.
She just emotionlessly t Dorothys eyes.
Like a bomb about to explode, the hostility between the two won, like boiling oil eting water, collided, spreading an aura of danger in their vicinity.
In the midst of this,
The slightly taller Dorothy looked down at Luce more closely and murmured.
What does it matter to you what Isaac and I do?
Since Isaac thinks highly of you, Ive been trying my best to think well of you too. But whats the point of my effort if you act so rudely, Junior?
Dorothys voice seed to flow through mories of the past.
When she returned from her adventures in the Land of Oz, Dorothy had nothing left.
The desolate landscape of her holand still firmly occupied her mories.
All she could see was the stigma of a curse that said if she bowed her head, she would die within a few years.
Despite this, she gritted her teeth and lived on, using her talent in magic to work as an adventurer, continuing a poor and miserable life.
Dorothy was young back then.
A young girl without connections was an object of contempt and disdain.
Her prodigious talent was an object of jealousy and persecution.
But to survive, she kept wearing a smiling mask, swallowing injustice and frustration and struggled on for the sake of survival.
No matter how much Luce disregarded her, Dorothys playful and smiling responses were nothing but a skilled coping chanism born from such experiences.
Dorothy wasnt inherently good-natured. She was just enduring.
Know your place, Luce Eltania. Big Sis here doesnt have much patience.
Luce frowned.
Just as she was about to say sothing, Isaac suddenly grabbed her wrist.
And Luces mouth stopped forming words.
Luce and Dorothys gaze turned to Isaac.
Luce, thats enough.
Isaac looked at Luce. Unlike his usual gentle eyes, his gaze was sharp and serious.
Isaac liked both of them.
If he had lived in a monogamous society like Korea, he would have naturally loved only one woman and wouldnt have even glanced at another.
But since he had co to a world where monogamy wasnt the norm and t people he liked.
Whether he left this place or stayed, he was brimming with a desire to generously give his affection to those he liked.
He acknowledged that the deeper the emotional involvent, the more he felt like trash. But what could he do when he liked them so much?
If his actions caused conflict between them.
He would consider that problem entirely his own and intended to take responsibility.
Even if it led to them disliking him for it.
He couldnt give up his affection for them, so he would humbly accept it.
Senior Dorothy too. Dont fight.
Isaacs firm voice.
The heavy air.
Luce alternated her gaze between Isaac and Dorothy.
Luce already knew that Isaac and Dorothy had special feelings for each other.
When she first saw Isaac examining the magic weapon ring, she naturally thought of Dorothy first for that reason.
Isaac most likely loved Dorothy in a romantic way.
She didnt want to admit it, but when she saw Isaac treasuring her, she couldnt help but notice.
But for Luce there was only Isaac.
Luce couldnt give up on him.
She looked down at the ring.
A magic weapon ring. It was a mysterious item that even the Eltania family couldnt easily obtain.
Bought it from an antique shop? What a laughable excuse.
However.
Grrr
The Naless Hero.
If Isaac were assud to be a mysterious archwizard transcending common sense, then it wouldnt be strange no matter how extraordinary the magic weapon he brought might be.
That was why Luce didnt make any remarks when she received the ring.
She just spent a long ti imagining a future together with Isaac.
But President, you saw it too. She suddenly
Haa.
Luces sigh cut off Dorothys words.
After apologizing to Isaac during the social gathering, Luce resolved not to repeat the sa mistake.
When Isaac gave her the ring and painted a future together with her, Luces resolve beca even firr.
It was for that reason she let go of her desire to monopolize the ti spent with him.
Accepting the fact that Isaac also had people he liked, she decided not to manipulate him according to her will, but to respect and cherish him, in order to stay by his side.
Of course, her heart didnt always follow her intentions.
Luce was diligently working towards her resolution.
Luce while calming her complex thoughts and painfully suppressing her emotions, closed her eyes tightly and took a step back from Dorothy.
Im sorry.
Soon, Luce apologized.
Hearing that, Isaac was taken aback, and Dorothy had a bewildered expression.
Luce didnt want to be stubbornly naive and dogmatic as she was during the social gathering when she attacked Kaya.
Trying to take Isaac by force would only lead to trouble.
It would only distance her from the future she envisioned with him.
Academy life.
As sesters passed and grades progressed, students rubbed shoulders, experienced many things, grew, and underwent changes in thought.
Luce, now in her second year, had also grown.
Luce bowed her head to Dorothy.
Im sorry for getting angry.
Luce stopped, her head still bowed.
When Dorothy didnt respond, Luce continued to apologize.
Oh, uh, uh, uh?!
Her determination not to raise her head until the apology was accepted was evident. Cold sweat ran down Dorothys cheeks.
Dorothy was flustered by the unexpected apology, never having anticipated that Luce would apologize so readily.
Ah, that, what! Im sorry too for being so irritable
Dorothys right hand awkwardly hovered in the air, even her apology was clumsy.
Dorothy looked at Isaac with an unnatural smile.
He nodded his head.
Oh
Eventually, Dorothy contemplated and collected her expression.
Her thoughts were organized. Gradually, a gentle smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
President, Big Sis just rembered sothing urgent. She thought of sothing she needs to study!
As a senior and an elder, Dorothy understood Luces sincerity and decided to leave this place.
It was to give Isaac and her ti to talk.
However, Dorothy ntioned studying was quite an unbelievable excuse.
Ah, yes
Im going to head out for today! Good luck~.
Take care on your way, Senior. Thank you.
Isaac, noticing Dorothys intention, smiled.
Dorothy smiled broadly, waved at him, turned her back, and left.
The sun had set, and a deep blue pall of darkness hung over the sky.
Finally, as Dorothys figure disappeared, Luce raised her head.
Luce, standing demurely, gazed in the direction where Dorothy had left.
Her eyes were exceedingly cold.
Her face intermittently contorted as if writhing, repeatedly furrowing and smoothing out, as she tried hard to conceal her emotions.
?
Suddenly, Isaac realized.
The reason Luce hadnt raised her head until Dorothy left was because she was suppressing her emotions.
Isaac, you.
Huh?
Luces expressionless eyes turned towards Isaac.
You like that senior, dont you? In a romantic way.
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