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Chapter 76: Lovesickness
“Hehe, hihihi.”
Seron giggled foolishly.
“Phew…”
Seron let out a deep sigh.
“Hmhm~”
Seron humd a little tune.
How many tis can soone’s emotions change in a single day?
Just watching her is exhausting for .
But Seron showed no signs of tiring.
She seed constantly happy amidst her whirlwind of emotions.
“Seron.”
“Phew…”
“Hey.”
“Hehehe.”
“Forehead.”
No matter how many tis I called her, she wouldn’t respond.
“Seron, what’s wrong with her?”
Isabel asked, looking at Seron with a puzzled expression.
Even to her, Seron seed far from normal.
“I don’t know. Ask her yourself.”
I didn’t want to ask anymore.
Noticing my reluctance, Isabel sat next to Seron.
“Seron.”
When Isabel tapped her on the shoulder and called her na, Seron finally snapped out of her daze a little.
“Did sothing happen? Why are you like this?”
Hearing Isabel’s question, Seron looked blank for a mont, then turned to gaze dreamily out the window.
“Sigh…”
And then, she sighed again.
“Belle, I’ve seen my prince.”
“…There isn’t anyone with royal status at Zerion Academy, though?”
“No, it’s not that. Phew, Belle, you just wouldn’t understand.”
Seron’s expression seed to pity Isabel for not knowing love.
Isabel stared at Seron for a mont and then quietly stepped back.
“…You talk to her.”
“Just leave her be.”
They say there’s no cure for lovesickness.
All I can do is leave her alone until she forgets.
“You act like you know sothing about this.”
“Not at all.”
And I didn’t want to know, either.
Under Isabel’s suspicious gaze, ti continued to pass.
Since entering this scenario, I’d gained a few new tasks to handle.
Task One: Regular visits to the girls' dormitory for Iris's peaceful sleep.
Her nightmares were a critical issue.
At least once a week, I had to sleep beside her.
Though Iris wanted to co every day, that would be too exhausting for .
Walking into the girls' dormitory each ti made my skin crawl; the maids’ stares were terrifying.
Task Two: Shaking off Isabel.
She followed everywhere, trying to take care of .
I underestimated her persistence.
She was desperate to restore to my forr self.
So much so that people around us thought Isabel and I had reconciled.
Eventually, I started avoiding her altogether.
But the more I avoided her, the more stubborn Isabel beca, relentlessly tailing .
However, with my years of experience as an introvert, I managed to find places to hide where she couldn’t find .
Extroverts don’t understand that introverts need their alone ti.
Task Three: Seron.
Seron had promised not to show up at Boycott gatherings with .
Because it was sothing the person she admired had asked of her.
Seron faithfully kept that promise.
But as ti went on, Seron beca noticeably gaunt.
The length of her sighing spells grew.
She was a walking display of what severe lovesickness looked like.
‘The Last Leaf.’
The thought ca to as I watched Seron’s lancholic gaze.
Her behavior beca more reserved, her words fewer.
This couldn’t go on.
I had to do sothing.
“They don’t call it a sickness for nothing. It’s a disease of the heart, and it eats away at you.”
Card, a self-proclaid expert on won, clicked his tongue as he looked at Seron.
“At this rate, she’ll collapse.”
And sure enough, not long after, Seron really did collapse.
It happened during a routine training exercise.
In a mock battle, participants were paired against opponents.
Seron, lost in thought, failed to avoid her opponent’s critical attack.
Crash!
Seron, who had been sent flying, rolled onto the ground.
“Huh? What?”
Her sparring partner stared in shock, glancing between their weapon and Seron.
Normally, Seron would have easily dodged such an attack.
They’d only aid because they expected her to block it, but instead, she went down without resistance.
Seron lay there, unmoving.
Everyone turned their startled gazes toward her.
By the ti I stood up without thinking, Professor Vega had already hurried to check on Seron.
But the professor’s worried expression quickly returned to calm.
“Hannon.”
Hearing my na, I rushed over.
“Yes, Professor.”
Without hesitation, she handed Seron over to .
“Take this fool to the infirmary and ask for a nutrient drip.”
A nutrient drip.
Hearing that, I looked down at Seron in disbelief.
Her lovesickness had left her sleep-deprived and skipping als, leading to malnutrition.
‘Is she really this much of an idiot?’
Following the professor’s orders, I reluctantly carried Seron on my back.
All eyes were on us as I left the training grounds with her.
Seron, semi-conscious, was mumbling incoherently.
I glanced at her and sighed.
All they did was exchange a few words.
How could that lead to sothing like this?
I just couldn’t understand it.
Carrying her, I headed toward the infirmary.
The sunlight stread through the hallway windows.
“Seron.”
I called her na, though she was passed out.
“What’s so great about that guy?”
I knew it was about his looks.
But how could re appearance cause this level of infatuation?
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“It’s just a face.”
I don’t know much about Seron.
But I do know one thing: she’s cursed with bad luck.
She was always unlucky.
Whenever sothing special happened, she would either get a stomachache or hurt herself sowhere.
If she prepared sothing diligently, it would sohow end up in vain, making all her efforts seem aningless.
Thus, Seron earned the nickna Unfortunate Girl.
Her sharp and eccentric personality was heavily influenced by her constant streak of bad luck.
Nothing ever went the way she wanted, so it was impossible for her personality not to beco prickly.
Creak-
As the door opened, the familiar scent of antiseptic unique to the infirmary filled the air.
It seed like the school nurse had stepped out for a mont.
“They’ll be back soon.”
I laid Seron down on the infirmary bed.
After roughly removing her shoes, I covered her with a blanket.
“Ugh… mmgh…”
Seron groaned faintly, still caught sowhere between sleep and wakefulness.
“Prince… Your Highness…”
Yes, your prince is here.
Seron’s complexion didn’t look good at all.
Watching her silently, I reached out and gently brushed her bangs aside.
“Tch.”
Clicking my tongue, I carefully closed the curtains around the bed.
Then, I pulled at the Veil Bandages.
Gradually, my height began to increase, and my hair transford into a bright white.
From Hannon’s appearance, I reverted to Vikamon’s.
As Vikamon, I pulled up a chair and sat beside Seron.
Then, I gently stroked her forehead.
It was as smooth and well-maintained as ever.
Perhaps sensing the warmth, Seron’s expression relaxed slightly.
At the sa ti, her eyelids began to flutter open.
Seron blinked.
Then, as her eyes t mine, they widened slowly.
“P-Prince!?”
Seron jolted up with a startled shout.
She tried to sit up abruptly but groaned in pain, likely due to the earlier impact.
I watched her silently before leaning back against the chair.
“Seron Parmia.”
When I called her na, her shoulders flinched.
She opened her eyes wide as if wondering how I knew her na.
“I heard about you from an acquaintance. They said you’ve been looking frail and unwell lately.”
Seron’s shoulders trembled.
She fidgeted nervously, her lips parting slightly as if to speak.
“And they also ntioned that you seed to be looking for .”
She lowered her head abruptly.
Her ears turned bright red.
Watching her quietly, I asked,
“Why were you looking for ? I didn’t think we had much of a connection.”
At that mont, Seron flinched again.
She curled her hands and began to tremble faintly.
She raised her head with a trembling expression.
Her eyes quivered pitifully, and seeing that, I felt puzzled.
It was because her face seed hurt by my words.
“…I didn’t think you’d rember,”
She said with a faintly bitter smile.
Her smile made my eyes widen slightly.
Up until now, I had assud that her attitude was simply because she was infatuated with my appearance.
But that wasn’t the case.
‘…Was there so connection between Vikamon and Seron that I didn’t know about?’
A third-rate villain, Vikamon Niflheim.
The Unfortunate Girl, Seron Parmia.
Both were minor, extra characters in the Fla Butterfly arc.
Naturally, there wasn’t much information about either of them.
Like in any ga, it’s impossible to provide detailed backstories for every minor character.
Both of them were rely fleeting presences in the story.
But now, beneath the surface of these minor characters, an unknown connection had co to light.
Until now, I had been living as Hannon.
Because of that, I hadn’t considered how Vikamon’s relationships might unfold.
And because I hadn’t thought about it, I had made an unforeseen mistake.
But.
Seron didn’t seem to know my na either.
So could it really be called a connection?
“…I’m sorry, I don’t have the best mory. Could you explain if sothing happened between us?”
At the very least, if neither of us even knew each other’s nas, the relationship couldn’t have been very deep.
That ant there was still a way to navigate this situation.
When I asked Seron, she seed to recall a past event and shyly lowered her head.
“It was the day of a party hosted by a noblewoman…”
Nobles often held parties for socializing.
Seron, at the ti, was attending such a social gathering for the first ti.
Her debut into high society.
For the occasion, Seron dressed up beautifully.
She also prepared a gift for the hostess and diligently studied proper party etiquette.
But Seron was the Unfortunate Girl.
On the day she arrived at the party, her carriage was delayed by a collision on the narrow bridge they had to cross.
She had no choice but to wait in the carriage for a long ti until the accident was resolved.
Finally, when the accident was cleared and they crossed the bridge into the estate where the party was being held, it began to rain.
It poured down in torrents, turning the ground into mud.
Before long, the carriage’s wheels got stuck in a muddy, under-construction road, and it could no longer move.
In the end, Seron had to step out of the carriage and walk through the mud with the umbrella her maid held over her.
Despite the umbrella, the rain still seeped through.
Her carefully chosen shoes were ruined, caked in mud, and her dress was soaked and dirty.
She looked like anything but an invited noblewoman.
Holding back tears, Seron finally arrived at the party venue, but by then, the party was nearly over.
Though her maid tried to clean her dress and shoes, her appearance was still far too shabby to enter the party.
Instead, Seron sat on the terrace, holding her soaked gift box in her arms.
Ironically, the rain stopped as soon as she reached the venue.
Her luck was abysmal—so much so that it seed like a cruel joke.
After all the effort she had put into her debut, nothing had gone right.
That was when it happened.
“Hello.”
Amidst the dispersing clouds, under the moonlight, white hair glead beautifully.
“The moonlight is lovely, isn’t it?”
And there, for the first ti, she t her prince.
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