episode_0073

“Wait a minute there. I’ll bring out your drawing.”

As Kyle entered his house, he spoke to the lion-headed woman standing behind him.

“Are you telling me to stand outside all this time?”

She shouts as if she can’t believe it.

“Then?”

Kyle, who was about to close the door and go in, pokes his head out and asks.

“Who is the one who made me look like a mess right now!”

The woman shouted, pulling up her flowing side hair. Since both of them were so inexperienced in fighting, there were no serious injuries, only a little blood near their nostrils.

“You were the one who did something suspicious first. Just give me something to wipe my face with?”

Kyle, who was already a mess, had the same thought and slammed the front door shut. The woman stared blankly at the tightly shut door with her mouth open, then took a deep breath when she noticed a small flag hanging right next to the front door.

“Ahhhh! The vigilantes beat up a citizen! They stole his stuff and didn’t even give it back! Oh my, look at this neighborhood!”

A woman screaming loudly.

“… … … .”

The door that had been closed reluctantly opens again, and Kyle appears with a glum expression and his lower lip tightly bitten.

“… … Come in.”

After saying that, Kyle disappears into the room, leaving the front door slightly open.

“Huh.”

The woman entered the house with a proud expression.

“Hey… I wondered what kind of person you were, and you’re a member of the vigilante group? I thought there were only big women there, but there’s also a skinny guy like you.”

Kyle thought that if you consider her to be skinny, she doesn’t look much different from him.

“Sit down somewhere over there and wait. We each do our jobs according to our abilities. My job is to protect the family while the leader is away.”

Kyle bluntly responded and guided her towards the plainly furnished study/living room, then started rummaging through drawers.

“If you’re talking about the captain, you’re talking about that… really stubborn woman? With bright red hair.”

As the woman spoke, she pulled out the chair with her hands without being very careful, causing it to make a creaking sound. Kyle almost nodded absentmindedly, barely avoiding the crisis of committing disloyalty.

“Oh my, but every time I see those fierce women, there’s always a pretty boy next to them. What on earth would make someone with a bulging chest like that date… I can’t understand it.”

She collapsed into the chair and began to chatter away. At one point, Kyle found himself deeply sympathizing with her words, and shook his head in surprise.

“Oh my, oh my! The captain doesn’t deserve to hear that! I wish he would stop saying such strange things to his lover.”

As he said that, Kyle took a handkerchief out of the drawer, soaked it in a bowl of water, took it out, and wringed it out with both hands as hard as he could to get the water out.

“Here, wipe that little nosebleed with this. Even if we are innocent civilians, we won’t just listen to you insulting us like that. I’ll find your drawing, so take it and leave.”

He handed the woman a dripping handkerchief and then turned around and walked to the corner of the room. Kyle’s shoulders were raised high, thinking that he must have looked pretty cool just now, having defended the honor of the organization he was a part of.

“Hey… … . What I was talking about outside earlier was just a joke. I like vigilantes! They’re a must-have in this chaotic world. They’re much more useful than someone like me who’s so incompetent that the only thing he can do is draw. Right? ”

The woman said, wiping her nose with a damp towel.

“… What the hell are you doing?”

Kyle asks as he leaves the study and walks toward the bedroom.

“Oh, didn’t I tell you my name? Sniff. My name is Frieda Lorraine.”

The woman, who introduced herself as Frida, repeatedly held the towel up to the tip of her nose, turning it here and there until no more blood was left, and then began to look at the objects on the desk.

“Who asked what my name was… .… … Lorraine?”

Kyle stops as he opens the bedroom door and goes in.

“Why? Because she looks so shabby for Lorraine?”

Kyle could not have been unaware of the name of the Lorraine family, which has produced many architects with innate sense for generations. They are one of the great designers who built the fortresses in the southern region that have remained strong even after the wars that swept through the country, and also laid the foundations for the magnificent city of Fraua at the time of the founding of the country. Their unique architectural style, boasting a distinctive, restrained beauty, would later be called the Lorraine style, but at this very moment, the Lorraine lady sitting in Kyle’s room was looking extremely shabby.

“… Ah, that’s what you meant. Well, in this world, there’s really no need for a calligrapher. ”

Kyle mutters with a bitter smile.

“You’re getting a little annoyed when I say that?”

Frida placed the stained handkerchief on a corner of the desk and wiped the moisture from her fingertips on the hem of her trousers before touching the paper.

“Kyle DeBroy, that’s my name.”

Kyle answers by briefly introducing himself.

“De Broglie…? Phew, ahaha, you were born in the wrong era, just like me? ”

Frida said with a laugh.

“That’s… … are you laughing?”

A bitter smile appears on Kyle’s face as he says that.

“You should at least laugh. If both of us had been born in a peaceful era, we could have shined more.”

With those words, Frieda let out a long sigh. Of course, Kyle also vaguely knew that what she said was true, so he didn’t go out of his way to deny it… .

“Then you just have to become someone who shines on their own. If you want to see light even in this dark world where you can’t see even an inch ahead.”

Kyle was once again so pleased with the sentence he had just uttered that after he finished speaking, he moved his lips in vain and muttered the words ‘a person who shines on his own’ out loud once more.

“… … Huh.”

Kyle decided to accept Frida’s short answer, which came out after a short pause, as a sign of emotion.

“My guess was right. I knew it at a glance. Maybe you have quite a few similarities to me.”

Kyle, who was crouching down and looking under the bed, tilted his head at Frieda’s continued words and asked.

“Similar?”

“Okay.”

Frida answered immediately.

“How can you be similar to me, who is in a state of despair, and me, who is struggling with all my might after joining the vigilante group?”

Kyle asks back, his tone as if he finds that ridiculous.

“You and I are in a love that can’t be realized!”

The reply that came was in a completely different direction, so Kyle was quite confused.

“Wh, what… what is it… … ?”

“I don’t think there’s anything to be ashamed of, Kyle. You like that boy, right? So what! It’s okay to just vaguely admire him, right? How heartbreaking. You like him even though you know it’ll never come to fruition.”

Every time Frieda finished a sentence, Kyle’s body would jerk involuntarily. I don’t know how she figured it out, but it was too accurate for a coincidence.

“I don’t know what kind of nonsense you’re talking about, but I’ve never had such blasphemous feelings!”

Kyle argues with a louder voice than necessary.

“Ah… Is that so?”

A cold voice. A look of complete disbelief.

“Checking the mail is to prevent the lover of the person I serve with all my loyalty from experiencing any unpleasant experiences. It is part of protecting him and part of protecting my lord’s family, so it is something I must do! You know that the De Broglie family has produced loyal butlers for generations, right? How could a butler who looks down on a noble lady be tolerated in the first place? It is an insult to our noble family’s business. Apologize immediately! ”

She pulled out a picture of a naked boy in the shape of Ray from a corner under the bed, and then carefully rubbed the lip print on the flesh-colored area with her little finger, and said in a strong tone. At this point, it would be impossible to tell that they had kissed.

“… … … The boy’s white flesh was as soft as silk. ‘But there’s only you and me here.’”

“Huh?”

Frida suddenly began to utter a series of familiar sentences, as if she were reading something.

“‘You shouldn’t do this.’ He whispered softly. But the boy’s thing, standing tall, was burning with lust, hot as fire. ”

The reason why it felt so familiar, even though it was a list of absurd words that had absolutely nothing to do with the topic at hand, was because it was something Kyle himself had written.

“Waaah!!!”

Kyle runs from the bedroom to the study, making a loud noise.

“‘Ah, no…’ Even as he said that, the boy seemed unable to take his eyes filled with anticipation away. I finally put my hand… … … .”

Kyle snatched the paper from Frida’s hand with a lightning-quick motion.

“Me, me… Why are you touching someone else’s stuff without permission!”

Kyle shouts with a bright red face.

“It was just lying on the desk. Oh my. Judging from the fact that the back of the page was full of things written on it, she must have been holding that boy in her heart for quite some time. ”

Frida said, looking up at Kyle with wide eyes.

“Again, another lie! I’m sure you hid it well between thick books… . Anyway! Hurry up and take your drawing and get out of my room. Right now! ”

Kyle points his finger toward the front door and screams. The painting he threw fortunately lands in Frida’s arms.

“‘I finally got my hands on… ‘Why don’t you just read more about what happens next… …?”

Frida said with a regretful look on her face, smacking her lips.

“Why don’t you go out quickly?”

” I’ll, I’ll go… … .”

Kyle quickly hugged the painting and stood up to avoid the murderous look on his face, which looked like it might explode at any moment.

“The bathing scene in the beginning was well written… .”

Frida opened the front door and said as she came out.

“Ahhh! Do you really want to die?”

Kyle, who couldn’t shake off the shock of having his delusions exposed to someone else, something he never wanted to imagine anyone else reading, screamed as if trying to suppress the shame that was washing over him.

“Oh, no… That’s not it. There was something I drew recently that I really liked.”

Frida said, scratching her head.

“… What is that?”

“A picture of a young boy taking a bath.”

“… … … .”

“… … Shall I show you?”