episode_0065

“..Well, aside from the princess, how about you? Cosette, who are you? There’s a rumor going around that a guy named Felix likes you.”

“Eek!? Fel, Felix? No way… No, huh? T, is that so? He did talk to me sometimes in classes where the princess wasn’t there…”

Cosette was surprised by the name Felix that Ayla brought up. It was a very interesting story. When I urged Ayla to tell the story with my eyes, Ayla continued.

“Of course, Cosette only talks to the princess when there’s a princess. At the beginning of the semester, there were rumors that he was trying to put you on his team. Of course, since your grades are worse than Agnes’s, you couldn’t even try. ”

“Ohhh..”

“That, that kind of..”

I looked at Cosette in admiration. Cosette’s face was bright red and she was constantly waving her fan. I looked at Cosette carefully.

A friendly and outgoing personality to both men and women, and the ability to talk to anyone without hesitation. Her shiny red hair, which was well-groomed, had grown considerably since she first entered school, and was long enough to pass her shoulders.

A cute face with eyes as curious as a cat’s and sparkling with loveliness, and when you look down, you see a large chest that is asserting itself beautifully even in the Academy uniform.

Oh my, Cosette was actually a stunning beauty. She was also quite wealthy, so it was no wonder that boys her age were attracted to her!

I immediately turned my gaze to Agnes. Short stature, flat chest. Her face was cute, but compared to Cosette’s fighting prowess, she was lacking in many ways. Of course, this also applied to me.

Oh my. Sometimes I thought it was a little strange that no man would dare flirt with a pretty girl like me, but then I was constantly being compared to someone with such powerful power as Cosette?

“So, what does Cosette think of Felix?”

“Well, uh… no matter what I think… we’re not that close…”

Cosette’s words were vague, but her intentions were clear. It was not yet clear whether Felix actually liked Cosette, but at least Cosette seemed to have no feelings for her. She prayed for the repose of the soul of the boy who had been rejected without even confessing.

“Then, what’s your ideal type?”

Agnes asked immediately. Cosette mumbled and wiggled her fingers.

“Well, I haven’t really thought about it specifically, but… Uh… Are you a smart person?”

“Well, Cosette is an idiot.”

Oh, I covered my mouth in surprise at the words that came out so quickly without a filter, but it seemed like Cosette had already heard it. Cosette said, grumbling.

“What an idiot! It’s the princess or Agnes that’s weird, but I have really good grades?”

“Cosette, being stupid has nothing to do with grades. The princess is also stupid.”

Huh?

I looked at Agnes, who had thrown a stone at me from the side, in surprise. I just heard something that seemed a little hard to believe. Am I an idiot?

As I was blankly staring at Agnes, Ayla spoke, clicking her tongue.

“To be exact, the princess isn’t stupid. She just acts without thinking sometimes. She’s not really stupid.”

“Isn’t that a worse thing to say..?”

I muttered blankly, but I was a little shocked when I saw Cosette nodding her head vigorously in agreement.

I was going to say that there is a limit to slander and defamation, because I was moving without thinking, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed right, so I pretended to be sad as if I was hurt like an unfortunate heroine, but no one paid attention. When I thought about it carefully, I realized that I was maintaining a blank expression.

I felt the need to change the subject, so this time I spoke to Agnes.

“What kind of man is your ideal type? Is there someone you have in mind?”

“I hate all the guys at the Academy because they’re all immature. I wish I was a little more mature.. I wish I was rich. Oh, and I wish I had a thick beard!”

Agnes excitedly told me about his ideal type. I imagined a man with a sharp beard, smoking a cigar, escorting Agnes, like some underworld boss.

This is… a crime.

Aylan and Cosette had similar thoughts, their expressions were subtle. Agnes saw our expressions and muttered in a sullen tone.

“Huh, you thought I was too short to fit in? Just wait and see. I’ll be as tall as Ayla before I graduate. ”

Agnes jumped up from her seat and struck a pose that looked seductive, though it wasn’t exactly sexy.

“My mom is as tall as Ayla, after all? When I grow up to be like her, I will wear adult clothes and make cool guys fall for me. I will be a cool guy who already has several successful businesses and looks better with cigarettes than perfume!”

“Uh.. Is that how your father feels?”

Ayla asked as she listened to the story. Agnes shook his head.

“No? My dad is short and skinny. He gets scolded by my mom all the time, and I hate that so much that I decided to date a man who is completely different from my dad.”

“Aha..”

indeed.

Agnes’ height resembled her father’s. Ayla nodded as if she understood after finding the answer.

The story continued, and the place where we were talking moved from the floor to the bed. We were lying huddled together, and we continued talking until late at night, and then we fell asleep.

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“Princess, did you sleep well?”

“Yes..”

Surprisingly, I woke up very soundly. Why on earth was this? Was it because I felt Cosette’s soft chest on my face as soon as I woke up? Was it because I was mesmerized by that huge cushion that I had never felt before?

I answered without taking my eyes off Cosette’s chest, which was being washed in front of me. Plurk, lurk lurk. I had always seen those chests at the academy, but after experiencing their destructive power firsthand, I should say that I now feel how great they are.

“..What are you looking at?”

Cosette covered her chest with both hands. Tch. She was wearing pajamas anyway, so why are you acting so expensive? I calmly looked away.

After the four of us washed up in the bathroom and headed down to the lobby, Yugram and Mathias were already waiting by the door. It seems that men are quicker to prepare than four women. We went down to the lobby and had breakfast, which was an ordinary meal that was neither delicious nor bad.

I asked Ayla as I tore the bread into small pieces and put it in my mouth.

“Aila, how much longer do we have to go? A day? Or two?”

“Well… I guess it depends on the coachman’s mood. I don’t know when we’ll leave. If we leave right away, I think we’ll probably arrive at night… But where’s the coachman?”

Ayla turned her head here and there, but there was no sign of the coachman in the lobby. Ayla shrugged and dipped her bread in the soup.

“Well, it’s not like the road is long so it’s hard, right? I’m just sitting in a carriage.”

“That’s true. I was just curious.”

“I told you there was nothing to be curious about? Honestly, it’s not that different from this town.”

After finishing the meal and chatting about this and that, when we went outside, we could see that the coachman was waiting next to the carriage. The carriage politely greeted its employer, Ayla, and Ayla approached and asked.

“When do you plan to leave? Can you arrive today?”

“Yes, but if I do that, I think I’ll probably get there pretty late at night. Is that okay, Miss?”

Cosette couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the word “young lady” that the coachman spoke so politely. Ayla glanced at her and then answered.

“Yes, please do so.”

“Okay, miss.”

It was easy to see from the appearance and actual performance that this carriage was not something that cost a few pennies, and a coachman who managed six horses would be an incredibly elite. So it was normal to think that an academy student who hired two of them at the same time was a nobleman, so it was not strange for them to call her “young lady.”

Of course, Cosette couldn’t help but laugh because Ayla’s usual behavior and the young lady’s behavior didn’t match up at all… I looked at Mathias, who was staying quiet.

“Matthias, don’t you think it’s strange that Ayla is called Miss?”

When I asked Mathias, Ayla looked at me as if it was a strange question.

“Uh.. Well, isn’t that Miss Aila? Not the Master..”

When Mathias gave an answer that was somewhat off-putting, Cosette finally burst out laughing. Ayla, whose face turned bright red, pinched Cosette, but Cosette’s laughter did not stop.

We slowly climbed into the carriage, leaving behind Mathias, who had a look on his face like he had no idea what was going on. It was still quite hot, even though the sun hadn’t fully risen yet, but the inside of the carriage was, as expected, cool.