Thus, passing by what you could called glorious days in a sense, or if you put in another way empty days, I then met him around four years after I remembered [me], which was around the time I was going to have my seventh birthday.
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Eguiédills von Lancent[1] (T/N : what’s with this absurd name…)
The man who has a name that would make one bites their tongue is our kingdom’s Head Magician and my childhood friend, as well as my fiancé.
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Yes, Head Magician. The one praised to have the most magic power within the kingdom, member of that hero party said to be our country’s last hope (LOL).[2]
You might want to say that’s ridiculous. Rather, I’m the one wanting to say it. That’s ridiculous. However unfortunately, that’s the truth.
.
The current him is very very beautiful.
Praised as the living jewel of our kingdom, his good looks won’t seem inferior even when he stood side by side with the princess.
His black hair glossed alluringly even without using any perfumed oil, and his mysterious eye was like a scoop of morning glow, a mixture between orange and violet. A well shaped nose and a thin petal-like lips. A pale skin as if forgetting it had ever been burnt by the sun.
The outstanding beauty who owns all of those has an androgynous appearance, and would surely caused him to be talked about as a night fairy from a bedtime story.
Nonetheless, the body hidden beneath that robe is slender yet has well-featured muscle, or so it seems. Let me declare this staking my honor as the first daughter of Adina house, this information is something I got from a maid and by no means something I know after seeing it with my own eyes!
.
At any rate, when commenting like this, I’m gradually getting mad.
How could that man has such a smooth skin even without doing anything!? How could he has such a glossy hair!? I bet he doesn’t even know words like pimple or split hair.
Do you know how much hardships I…tte, that’s fine. Well, it’s not fine but let’s leave it for now.
Those are questions I’ve repeated countless time until now, and what saddens me is, although I have a complex feeling when my own fiancé is being praised by the minstrel, it can’t be helped since this is a fact.
I’ve also quite understand that it’s meaningless to say anything about it.
.
The problem is surely, how come that kind of man ended up becoming my fiancé, isn’t it?
There is fairly…or rather, extremely disagreeable situation behind it. This is quite a long, and uninteresting story.
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If my father, the Head of Adina house is the Chief Administrator of Grimoire, then that man’s father, Head of Lancent house-dono is a member of Royal Magician, and they have a very deep friendship between them. Both of the families are already very close even before I was born, and they visit each other’s mansion quite frequently.
.
Soft hair with a mix of black and silver ash color, as well as a pair of blue eyes, neither gaudy nor good looking, but suited with having a gentle smile on his face, Head of Lancent house-dono…really, Lancent oji-sama was really my type at that time. A total bullseye. A total strike.
To be honest, although father is said to be quite a good-looking, when including the personality, I was more fond of him, so much that whenever he came I would make use of my privilege as a little girl when it counted and jumped at him. Each time father would sigh, but, Oh father, know that after all woman is something like this. Don’t think that everyone is like mother of that gentle and pure hearted faction!
Unfortunately, Lancent ojii-sama’s wife had already passed away, however she was told as a wonderful person who despite being a woman had managed to serve as the vice leader of chivalric order.
After all she’s the one Lancent oji-sama had chosen, I have no doubt that she’s surely a wonderful person, and having that thought I really regret the fact that I couldn’t meet her.
.
One day, he suddenly brought along someone with him, that man, Eguiédills.
.
I heard that his family stayed away from him and sealed him away due to his high magic power, and when he had that kind of bitter experience he was then saved by Lancent oji-sama, or something like that, but I don’t know the detailed situation. I guess it must be something that shouldn’t be heard by a child.
.
The time I met that man…no, let’s purposely call him as that boy. That day, that boy came together with oji-sama, and despite having the same age as me, he was considerably smaller than me and looked very young.
If you think about it later, you’d realize that it was because he was not given enough food that he ended up with malnutrition and subsequently became very thin, but for me at that time, I didn’t realized anything and uncharacteristic of me, I was fascinated by that beauty.
No matter how skinny, thin, expressionless, and without a hint of loveliness he was, no, it was precisely because of it that that lustrous black hair and round morning glow colored eyes of him stood out and captivated me. So much that spontaneously, “it’s so pretty” was blurted out from my mouth.
Although I was concerned that that boy was certainly too thin, but that impression was easily surpassed by his overflowing beauty. Rather than cute, he was pretty. You could say he was an angel. A fairy.
And at the same time, also a beast that refused to get attached to other people. That boy only let his guard down around his foster father, Lancent oji-sama, and seemed to believe that every other people was his enemy.
.
Aah this is outside of my field. That’s right, I think it’s natural for me to give up immediately.
No matter how cute or beautiful he is, it’s just hard to converse with him. Even if I started a conversation I would get no reply, and if I tried to forcibly hold his hand he’d have a surprised face and in the end shook my hand off.
.
That boy just never seem to get closer to me at all, and every time we were left as we were in the courtyard alone, I was completely at a loss for what to do.
If you ask how it went in the end, well, sure enough it ended up with a complete silence between us two. My younger brother, who should had been a cute boy, quickly ran away and slept inside my mother’s arms, and that boy himself also didn’t do anything but just stood around within the courtyard.
You can imagine how very uncomfortable it was. He didn’t move even the slightest to the point I thought are you photosynthesizing!? Despite being young, that expressionless face plastered on that beautiful face didn’t change e~ven a little! The only time he changed his expression was when I forcibly held his hand, and other than that it was nothing but expressionless face.
No matter how my inside was a thirty years old and the other person was a seven years old angel or fairy, there’s a limit to it! A limit! For me who didn’t have any experience as a nanny, how could I take care of a child with trauma?
.
Thus, if you ask what did I do at that time, the answer is simple, I gave up.
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I who could finally be able to read a grimoire intended for juvenile, held it with one hand and seated myself on the bench in the courtyard.
Even if I said I could read it, to actually use it is a different thing, and even if I would eventually be married off to some other noble house, as the daughter of Adina house I need to have the minimum knowledge as well as so I could increase the options of the family to be married into even if just a little, even if I say so myself I’m quite crafty…rather, I’ve been working hard at those days in imitating an admirable behavior.
.
If he wanted to photosynthesize then he could do it as much as he like. Wouldn’t it be satisfactory if he’d just produce his own nourishment like that and improve that skinny body of him? Setting aside what I thought at that time, under the pleasantly warm downpouring sunlight, I freely neglected that boy who was a guest, and decided to immerse myself within my hobby as much as l like.
It has already too late to call me immature or such. My ears had long stopped hearing that. For some reason, sometimes I felt a gaze, but rather than that I was more engrossed in the content of the grimoire in front of me.
.
Around that time, I saw a person’s shadow on top of the book. Has my younger brother come to ask me to read him a picture book like usual? Thinking such, I raised my head, and gulped. The flickering morning glow eyes, were looking straight down at me.
Since when did he stand there? That expressionless boy who gazed down at the surprised and stiffened me, was staring silently at the book on my hands, and then went away from me again.
.
At that time, the page I was reading was about [Magic Power and One’s Appearance].
According to it, black hair was proof of magic power. The closer one’s hair color to black, the more they have stronger magic power. In other words, that boy who has a jet black hair possessed bottomless magic power.
However, for me at that time, it was something common in my previous world yet rarely seen in this world…well, rather, there seemed to be no one beside that boy, thus rather than dread or fear, my heart was outweighed with the feelings of nostalgia towards that black hair. It was merely that.
However, precisely because of that, I just naturally called out to that boy. If it were not for that, I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to extend my hand towards that wounded beast who only came closer on a whim.
.
“Umm, Eguiédills-sama? Would you read together with me from the beginning?”
“…!”
.
When I called his name, which has quite a difficult pronunciation for a seven years old, he turned around with a terribly surprised face. Perhaps it could be called as a face on the verge of crying, however up until now I still don’t know. It’s just, that boy sat beside me in silent, and that’s a fact.
.
Although that boy could read letter to some extent, he was still unfamiliar with magic language, and I helped him at that while we read the grimoire together. I fear that it’s likely that that moment is the start of what’s happening now.
.
As the beast that refused to get attached to other people became familiar little by little with people, the me at that time watched over him by his side.
Thus, passing by what you could called glorious days in a sense, or if you put in another way empty days, I then met him around four years after I remembered [me], which was around the time I was going to have my seventh birthday.
.
Eguiédills von Lancent[1] (T/N : what’s with this absurd name…)
The man who has a name that would make one bites their tongue is our kingdom’s Head Magician and my childhood friend, as well as my fiancé.
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Yes, Head Magician. The one praised to have the most magic power within the kingdom, member of that hero party said to be our country’s last hope (LOL).[2]
You might want to say that’s ridiculous. Rather, I’m the one wanting to say it. That’s ridiculous. However unfortunately, that’s the truth.
.
The current him is very very beautiful.
Praised as the living jewel of our kingdom, his good looks won’t seem inferior even when he stood side by side with the princess.
His black hair glossed alluringly even without using any perfumed oil, and his mysterious eye was like a scoop of morning glow, a mixture between orange and violet. A well shaped nose and a thin petal-like lips. A pale skin as if forgetting it had ever been burnt by the sun.
The outstanding beauty who owns all of those has an androgynous appearance, and would surely caused him to be talked about as a night fairy from a bedtime story.
Nonetheless, the body hidden beneath that robe is slender yet has well-featured muscle, or so it seems. Let me declare this staking my honor as the first daughter of Adina house, this information is something I got from a maid and by no means something I know after seeing it with my own eyes!
.
At any rate, when commenting like this, I’m gradually getting mad.
How could that man has such a smooth skin even without doing anything!? How could he has such a glossy hair!? I bet he doesn’t even know words like pimple or split hair.
Do you know how much hardships I…tte, that’s fine. Well, it’s not fine but let’s leave it for now.
Those are questions I’ve repeated countless time until now, and what saddens me is, although I have a complex feeling when my own fiancé is being praised by the minstrel, it can’t be helped since this is a fact.
I’ve also quite understand that it’s meaningless to say anything about it.
.
The problem is surely, how come that kind of man ended up becoming my fiancé, isn’t it?
There is fairly…or rather, extremely disagreeable situation behind it. This is quite a long, and uninteresting story.
kurukurutl.wordpress.com
If my father, the Head of Adina house is the Chief Administrator of Grimoire, then that man’s father, Head of Lancent house-dono is a member of Royal Magician, and they have a very deep friendship between them. Both of the families are already very close even before I was born, and they visit each other’s mansion quite frequently.
.
Soft hair with a mix of black and silver ash color, as well as a pair of blue eyes, neither gaudy nor good looking, but suited with having a gentle smile on his face, Head of Lancent house-dono…really, Lancent oji-sama was really my type at that time. A total bullseye. A total strike.
To be honest, although father is said to be quite a good-looking, when including the personality, I was more fond of him, so much that whenever he came I would make use of my privilege as a little girl when it counted and jumped at him. Each time father would sigh, but, Oh father, know that after all woman is something like this. Don’t think that everyone is like mother of that gentle and pure hearted faction!
Unfortunately, Lancent ojii-sama’s wife had already passed away, however she was told as a wonderful person who despite being a woman had managed to serve as the vice leader of chivalric order.
After all she’s the one Lancent oji-sama had chosen, I have no doubt that she’s surely a wonderful person, and having that thought I really regret the fact that I couldn’t meet her.
.
One day, he suddenly brought along someone with him, that man, Eguiédills.
.
I heard that his family stayed away from him and sealed him away due to his high magic power, and when he had that kind of bitter experience he was then saved by Lancent oji-sama, or something like that, but I don’t know the detailed situation. I guess it must be something that shouldn’t be heard by a child.
.
The time I met that man…no, let’s purposely call him as that boy. That day, that boy came together with oji-sama, and despite having the same age as me, he was considerably smaller than me and looked very young.
If you think about it later, you’d realize that it was because he was not given enough food that he ended up with malnutrition and subsequently became very thin, but for me at that time, I didn’t realized anything and uncharacteristic of me, I was fascinated by that beauty.
No matter how skinny, thin, expressionless, and without a hint of loveliness he was, no, it was precisely because of it that that lustrous black hair and round morning glow colored eyes of him stood out and captivated me. So much that spontaneously, “it’s so pretty” was blurted out from my mouth.
Although I was concerned that that boy was certainly too thin, but that impression was easily surpassed by his overflowing beauty. Rather than cute, he was pretty. You could say he was an angel. A fairy.
And at the same time, also a beast that refused to get attached to other people. That boy only let his guard down around his foster father, Lancent oji-sama, and seemed to believe that every other people was his enemy.
.
Aah this is outside of my field. That’s right, I think it’s natural for me to give up immediately.
No matter how cute or beautiful he is, it’s just hard to converse with him. Even if I started a conversation I would get no reply, and if I tried to forcibly hold his hand he’d have a surprised face and in the end shook my hand off.
.
That boy just never seem to get closer to me at all, and every time we were left as we were in the courtyard alone, I was completely at a loss for what to do.
If you ask how it went in the end, well, sure enough it ended up with a complete silence between us two. My younger brother, who should had been a cute boy, quickly ran away and slept inside my mother’s arms, and that boy himself also didn’t do anything but just stood around within the courtyard.
You can imagine how very uncomfortable it was. He didn’t move even the slightest to the point I thought are you photosynthesizing!? Despite being young, that expressionless face plastered on that beautiful face didn’t change e~ven a little! The only time he changed his expression was when I forcibly held his hand, and other than that it was nothing but expressionless face.
No matter how my inside was a thirty years old and the other person was a seven years old angel or fairy, there’s a limit to it! A limit! For me who didn’t have any experience as a nanny, how could I take care of a child with trauma?
.
Thus, if you ask what did I do at that time, the answer is simple, I gave up.
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I who could finally be able to read a grimoire intended for juvenile, held it with one hand and seated myself on the bench in the courtyard.
Even if I said I could read it, to actually use it is a different thing, and even if I would eventually be married off to some other noble house, as the daughter of Adina house I need to have the minimum knowledge as well as so I could increase the options of the family to be married into even if just a little, even if I say so myself I’m quite crafty…rather, I’ve been working hard at those days in imitating an admirable behavior.
.
If he wanted to photosynthesize then he could do it as much as he like. Wouldn’t it be satisfactory if he’d just produce his own nourishment like that and improve that skinny body of him? Setting aside what I thought at that time, under the pleasantly warm downpouring sunlight, I freely neglected that boy who was a guest, and decided to immerse myself within my hobby as much as l like.
It has already too late to call me immature or such. My ears had long stopped hearing that. For some reason, sometimes I felt a gaze, but rather than that I was more engrossed in the content of the grimoire in front of me.
.
Around that time, I saw a person’s shadow on top of the book. Has my younger brother come to ask me to read him a picture book like usual? Thinking such, I raised my head, and gulped. The flickering morning glow eyes, were looking straight down at me.
Since when did he stand there? That expressionless boy who gazed down at the surprised and stiffened me, was staring silently at the book on my hands, and then went away from me again.
.
At that time, the page I was reading was about [Magic Power and One’s Appearance].
According to it, black hair was proof of magic power. The closer one’s hair color to black, the more they have stronger magic power. In other words, that boy who has a jet black hair possessed bottomless magic power.
However, for me at that time, it was something common in my previous world yet rarely seen in this world…well, rather, there seemed to be no one beside that boy, thus rather than dread or fear, my heart was outweighed with the feelings of nostalgia towards that black hair. It was merely that.
However, precisely because of that, I just naturally called out to that boy. If it were not for that, I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to extend my hand towards that wounded beast who only came closer on a whim.
.
“Umm, Eguiédills-sama? Would you read together with me from the beginning?”
“…!”
.
When I called his name, which has quite a difficult pronunciation for a seven years old, he turned around with a terribly surprised face. Perhaps it could be called as a face on the verge of crying, however up until now I still don’t know. It’s just, that boy sat beside me in silent, and that’s a fact.
.
Although that boy could read letter to some extent, he was still unfamiliar with magic language, and I helped him at that while we read the grimoire together. I fear that it’s likely that that moment is the start of what’s happening now.
.
As the beast that refused to get attached to other people became familiar little by little with people, the me at that time watched over him by his side.
