episode_0746

Even after learning about emotions from Lucy, Frey’s emotions were different from those of ordinary people.

If we really have to be specific, this might have been her very essence.

A person who is more interested in weapons than jewels, enjoys watching swordsmanship rather than appreciating works of art, and prefers sparring with someone to laughing and chatting in social circles. A person who is more suited to be a knight than a court lady, and an adventurer than a knight.

Frey, who had heard from many people that he was unusual even before meeting Lucy, was well aware of his own incongruity.

But he had no intention of fixing it. Frey was satisfied with himself as he was.

However, I was just a little curious.

About what the lives of ordinary people are like.

He also hoped that if he learned how to live like everyone else, he would be able to laugh and chat happily with Lucy even if it wasn’t a duel.

So it was Frey who asked his younger brother about his normal life.

‘You’re really curious about that!? Of course I can tell you! Where should I start? Just tell me!’

There was no result.

The daily routine her sister was talking about was clearly something Frey had seen often.

However, just because he saw it often, it didn’t mean he could sympathize. Frey couldn’t understand at all the joy his younger brother had in talking while making all sorts of fuss.

‘If you ask me why I enjoy this, it’s hard to answer. It’s fun, after all. Can you explain why you enjoy sparring with Alun Youngae?’

Frey, who had been convinced by his younger brother’s words without realizing it, asked Lucy a favor instead of asking him detailed questions.

Ask her to do something that other young ladies would do together.

He whined to her, hoping that Lucy, who had brought color to the colorless world, would convince him this time too.

Lucy, who wore what Frey thought was the prettiest outfit, showed a somewhat annoyed look but didn’t say anything and just took Frey here and there.

I showed a play to a huge crowd of people, fed them delicious food, and showed them pretty things.

Still, Frey felt no emotion at all. If you ask him whether he was happy or not, Frey was happy.

However, no matter how much I thought about it, that pleasure was simply something I enjoyed doing with Lucy, and it was difficult to say that it was an everyday pleasure.

Frey gave up, seeing himself absentmindedly standing in front of the cliff that Lucy was looking at with sparkling eyes.

I guess I’m just this kind of person. If Lucy doesn’t move me no matter what she shows me, then anything I watch from now on will be a waste of time.

If I had known this would happen, I would have just asked Lucy to spar with me.

Frey, who had been quietly following Lucy around, lamenting inwardly but liking her for working hard for him, thought it was a good idea to wait when he saw the sun being cut in half.

Phew. Lucy said she’d do anything. What should I make her do now? What should I do to make Lucy blush and feel embarrassed?

I’d like to see more of Lucy looking helpless like she does when she wears those pretty clothes.

Frey, who was thinking about that, quietly looked at the sky that was turning black.

As the serpent that swallowed the sun disappears, the moon returns and spreads her curtain.

The sky, which was turning black, was densely packed with bright stars.

But the light of the stars soon receded when they saw the colors that had been cast.

A single ray of blue light appeared, riding the starlight, and countless shades of color followed it.

Frey, who was watching the feast of colors dancing across the black of the night, thought of himself in their dance.

Frey, who was absorbed in the scenery that seemed to describe the process of finding colors one by one while being colorless, stared blankly at the dance of colors, forgetting about the people around him.

“Sigh!”

Then, she gasped in surprise at the sensation of someone touching her shoulder, and when she saw Lucy’s playful smile, she didn’t know what to do and covered her cheeks with both hands.

Maybe it was because the surroundings were cold. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks even under Frey’s rough hands.

“Isn’t it pretty?”

“…Yeah. Very yeah. Hehe.”

Frey, startled by the hiccup that came out without him knowing, covered his mouth with both hands, then realized that his cheeks were exposed.

So Frey tried to raise her collar in a hurry, but there was no way to cover it up in the dress Lucy recommended.

“Phew. Puhahaha!”

“Don’t laugh.”

“You too. Ugh. Embarrassing. Phew. Are you saying that?”

“I told you not to laugh?”

“But. Heh. Heh. It’s funny. Heh.”

“I hate Lucy.”

“I like Frey, but Frey hates me?”

“You know that’s not what I meant, but you’re saying that on purpose?”

“Yeah. I’m going to do this on purpose. I’m a petty, immature brat.”

Frey, who had been trembling because of Lucy who had not even thought of hiding her laughter and brought her palm to her mouth, came to understand Arthur’s feelings.

I didn’t know it then, but the prince must have been really pissed. He wasn’t annoyed for nothing. Next time Lucy teases me, I have to help her.

“Sigh.”

Lucy barely stopped laughing and let out a long breath. She came in front of Frey and grabbed his hand.

“You know, the night sky is so pretty, right?”

“…Yeah.”

“That’s enough.”

After saying that, Lucy took a step back and clapped her hands with her eyes closed.

Then the fairies flew around Lucy and painted a green garden with their lights, and Runevia drew the curtain of the night sky around her.

“I was really worried. I was worried that you wouldn’t react even after I showed you this night sky.”

“I knew it.”

“Really? Then you’re saying that you didn’t prepare this stage for nothing.”

Lucy lightly kicked her feet on the naturally created stage.

It was just a simple, light movement, but Frey felt moved by it.

The stage created by nature, and the actors on it, were incomparable to the play I saw today.

“I told you today to tell me what ordinary young ladies do.”

“But it’s okay now. I don’t need it anymore.”

“Really? You don’t like dancing with me?”

“…dance?”

“Yeah. Dancing. It’s something that all the noble ladies in high society do.”

Naturally, the social dance was done by men and women, not women and women, but Lucy paid no attention to that and approached Frey.

“If you don’t like it, I can’t help it.”

“No. Absolutely not. I absolutely love dancing with Lucy.”

“Then that’s fortunate.”

Lucy stopped in front of Frey and bowed her head while holding onto the ends of her dress nobly.

“Lady of the Kent family. Would you please dance a song with me?”

“Yeah! That’s not it. Uh.”

“In times like this, you should say, ‘It would be an honor. I would be the one who would be most grateful.’”

“I. I am honored. Please take good care of me.”

Frey, who took Lucy’s outstretched hand, carefully stood in the center of the stage.

Frey, who had been avoiding eye contact because he couldn’t bear to see Lucy’s laughter while she was standing slightly lower than him, opened his mouth when he heard Runevia’s singing.

Uh. What should I do? I’ve never danced before.

“Pray. You don’t know how to dance?”

“Yeah.”

“You can probably do anything you see once. Are you saying that you’ve never looked at it closely in all the times you’ve been in the social world?”

“Why do you watch them waving? It’s not fun.”

Lucy, who had been holding her forehead at Frey’s words that she would sleep a little more at that time, shook her head and grabbed Frey’s wrists tightly.

“I’ll take it slow at first, so you can adjust on your own. Can you do it?”

“I’ll try.”

Frey, who had been moving obediently as Lucy led, realized how to move before a minute had passed.

When you look at it broadly, dancing is not much different from sparring.

There are a few unspoken rules between the two, and other than that, you just have to adapt to what the other person does.

“Lucy. Am I doing well now?”

When Frey, who had gained confidence, asked excitedly, Lucy smiled brightly and nodded.

“This isn’t bad. If the pervert saw it, he’d say there’s still a long way to go, but what would he do?”

“Really? What else do I need to fix?”

“You have to figure that out now. Why. Aren’t you sure?”

“No. I’m confident.”

*

Astrikah, who was blankly staring at the moon rising in the middle of the night sky, turned her head when she felt a presence next to her. The fairy queen who had been singing a song just a moment ago was there.

“Do you now believe that he is the hero who saved the world?”

“How can you not believe it?”

If the person who suddenly appeared and brought night back to this forest is not a hero, then who could be a hero?

The moment she first saw him, Astria felt ashamed of herself for judging him based solely on his appearance.

How can you, the master of the forest, treat others with prejudice?

Even if they live alone in the forest and have low social skills, they are still called spirits. Does it make sense for a being that is supposed to have wisdom and watch from afar to do something like this?

“I guess I’ll have to apologize when I leave later.”

“Great idea. Oh. And Astrika, you can come outside now. Our children will protect the forest even without you.”

Runevia said that it wouldn’t be too long of a trip, but it would be okay if it was just a vacation, but Astrikah couldn’t bring herself to laugh.

For her, who had lived alone for such a long time, the outside world was no different from a dungeon.

Astria, who was wondering how to respond, remembered something and quickly changed the subject.

“So, is the dance between you two over now?”

The dance that started out like a scene from a fairy tale changed genres after some time.

Frey’s obsession with reaching a satisfactory result by any means necessary was enough to make Lucy scream inwardly, ‘Why are you trying to do a Whiplash here!’

Astrikah, who had run away in frustration at Frey who had said that it was not enough even after he had said enough, held onto a small hope that she would be able to rest now.

“No. I too was starting to have a hard time, so I came to evacuate.”

Unfortunately, it seemed like it would still be a long time before we had to return to the cabin.