Chapter 80
The sad premonition never went wrong. Annette, who was sitting by the sunny window and reading a book, turned his head. Then I saw sparks fly from the dance floor in the distance. Obviously, the sword body is a cold silver color, but why do bright red sparks fly every time they collide?
“It's hard work.”
Today was already the 3rd day. At first, Lafel, who pretended not to like it, quickly fell in love with Claire. They ran out to the gym every morning as soon as they finished their breakfast. Sweaty and panting, then sit down at the dinner table and devour surprising portions. Thanks to this, only the head chef of the Kanesis family was excited.
Annette genuinely admired their passion. I thought swordsmanship was all there, but there is a difference. Just as the court etiquette differs slightly from country to country. Claire used an authentic imperial swordsmanship, and Lapel used an irregular Deltium swordsmanship. Blue bruise on her shoulder, let out a screaming complaint at the dinner table.
“No, what kind of knight's sword is this!! Whoever sees it, it's completely mercenary swordsmanship!!!”
“If you feel unfair, get melee combat experience. It will be resolved after going out to war once or twice.”
Rafel raised his eyebrows in response. His words he were mean, but his face his was filled with pride. It was clear that today's Dalian ended with Rapel's victory. Annette laughed as she saw Lapel devouring a fairly large steak in the blink of an eye Then he took half of his steak on his own plate and handed it to him.
“Thank you, Annette.”
Lapel, who gave a short thank you, ate even that in an instant. Claire, who was devouring a steak from the other side at the same speed, frowned when she saw it. Claire, who wore a blue short cut, had a very cold appearance, but was more hot-tempered than she looked.
“Stop stealing and eating! How could you take that away from a kid who's only half that? I wonder if I have a conscience, I really do.”
Hearing her admonition of her, Rapel glanced at Claire with her disapproving face of her.But Claire confidently faced him as if I had said something I couldn't.Annette, caught in the middle, without saying a word, took the remaining half of the steak and put it on Claire's plate her. Then, a fierce conflict flashed on Claire's face her.
'If I accept and eat this steak, I will also become an unscrupulous person without conscience…'….
Of course, it was enough to ask the chef to cook more. However, it took quite a while to cook a thick steak. And people like Claire, who were physically active, were generally far from patient. Emptying your stomach with one intense training session.
“It's okay, Sister Claire. Eat more. I don't really like steak.”
“Thank you, Annette! I will eat well!!”
Oh I don't know Claire got up and kissed Annette on the cheek in gratitude. And she swallowed the steak Annette had prepared for her, barely chewing it. Seeing this, Rafel crossed his arms and sneered aggressively. If only Annette hadn't been there, it was obvious that he would have poured out his sarcasm right away.
Noticing this, Annette poked Lapel's side of her with a kindly smile on her face.Then Rafel turned the back of her nose and looked back at her.I had n't said anything about it yet, but it was unfair to give her notice of her
To be honest, I was grateful that a single-minded general like Rafel took care of me at least because she was my new sister Her.Feeling grateful for this, Annette looked at his sullen face Her and smiled.
“After dinner, can we talk for a while, Lapel?”
“… Great.”
Rafel stared at Annette's smiling face without blinking. She couldn't take her eyes off her because it seemed like it had been a while since she smiled at her. Because of this, the answer was unintentionally delayed by several seconds. Been suffering from a bizarre condition in which his body reacts slowly when confronted with Annette.
Claire, who was watching him from the other side, made a surprised expression. Rafel got up like a man possessed by a literal ghost and was following Annette. It's like…….
'What. Is it real love?'
Claire, who still believed in Lapel's sodomy hypothesis, was started as she dropped the fork from her hand.However, Rafel did not notice this because he was only chasing the back of Annette's small head.
The night view of the garden had a quiet and peaceful beauty. The wind gently brushing through my hair was a bit cold, but it wasn't blowing too hard, so it was rather refreshing.
“The wind is cool and nice.”
After a bit of thought, Annette started the conversation in plain language.Then, frozen at her, Lapel suddenly pulled her back her and wrapped her arms around her shoulder her.
“Cold?”
This isn't it. Annette looked at his sturdy forearm wrapped around her shoulder her with quivering eyes. He seemed to be worried because he had recently caught a cold and thought it was Lapel. Annette awkwardly pushed him away, but unfortunately she lacked the Strength to push Lapel away.
Annette, who finally gave up, opened his mouth her halfway in his arms her her.
“Claire, thank you for being nice to her sister, Lapel. They are a very precious family to me.”
“What, it's nothing. By the way, tomorrow is my grandson…… Will this come right?”
“Yes. If there are no problems at the port, we will arrive on time.”
“What kind of person are you?”
Rafel's eyes were quite serious as he asked the question. Unlike before, he seemed to be very interested in Annette's family and her. In her previous life her, because of her father her, she dropped her studies in Bavaria, and her reaction she was decidedly different. Seeing this, Annette softened her heart a little. There was no one who could not be relieved when he saw a spouse who was trying to be good to his family.
“Brother, um… He is six years older than me. As you know, my hair is really good. When others admire a big tree, my brother knows how to feel for the invisible roots underneath it. So there were times when I couldn't 't keep up with that idea and had a hard time.”
Annette, lost in her memories, said. Seen through the eyes of young Annette, Arjen was like a mystical prophet. Everything he said came together surprisingly well in the end. Annette, though not religious, might have worshiped Arjen had he been the more religious type.
“My older brother tends to be a bit of a perfectionist because he always lives up to the expectations of those around him. So he may look nervous at times, but he is fundamentally a good person. Unexpectedly, there are also very bold and reckless I'd like to tell you more, but I haven't spent that long with my brother either… That's it.”
Annette, who was trying hard to explain, ended up awkwardly. An older brother born as a genius, and an age difference of 6 years. There were not many topics they could share. Arjen, though affectionate with his younger sister his, was never as busy as his brilliant brain his. He soon went to the academy of the Chapelle Empire to study and settled down there. It was only natural that he was busy with no time to open his eyes.
As a result, Annette spent more time with her step-sister her, Claire, than with her older brother her. Arjen sent Claire feeling sorry whenever he could n't pay attention to his younger brother his. No, to be precise, Claire voluntarily came in her husband's place her. She was active and loved to walk around, and she loved coming to see Annette even more.
Still, he's his real brother her, but he does n't know much about him. Annette felt embarrassed and wiggled her fingers. Then Lafel looked down at Annette's pale hands and her with serious eyes. Annette's finger her, and suddenly said,
“Small. Cold It looks like it is made of glass.”
“Your hands are also white.”
“But mine is not pretty. You are pretty.”
Lapel, who carefully waved his hand at Annette's answer her, spat out.Of course, it's said that her fingers are pretty, but Annette's cheeks her somehow flushed.It was the first time I heard the word pretty from his mouth, either indirectly or Annette opened his mouth to shake off this unknown shame.
“Maybe my brother will stay for a few days and then go soon. Because he is such a busy person. He'll keep working while he's at the mansion. So don't worry too much about it.”
“Your step-sister, Claire, is very nice. First time seeing someone like that.”
Lafel muttered as he brushed down his manly jawline. At those words, Annette's eyes turned to Lapel. Lapel, who has a lot of individualism, takes interest first and evaluates someone favorably.
“How was Claire's sparing her with her sister her? Was it beneficial?”
“So so. It's great because he's trained in the long-held swordsmanship in his family since he was young. It felt like a sword rather than a person. In particular, the method of stabbing people in a blind spot after attracting people's attention with a fluff…… Done. You said useless things.”
Lafel, who was explaining a little quickly, cut off his words with a look of 'Oops'. Annette, who was far from his swordsmanship her, could not find her words amused. But Annette was listening to him with interest. Annette tilted her head like a little bird and smiled. It was nice to see a man with a passion for something.
“You really like swordsmanship. When did you learn it?”
“I don't remember. Maybe five years old? Or maybe six.”
When the story of the past came up, Rafel's blue eyes flashed a sense of wariness. Now Annette knew very well which was the button that triggered her mines her. It was wrong to be like a real couple anyway, but there was no need to forcefully inquire into the past. Annette, full of thoughts of flying to Osland, turned his words away casually.
“I'm glad you don't seem to hate Dalian. I was worried that Claire seemed to be teasing you too much. If you don't like it, I thought I'd dry it.”
“Done. It's okay.”
Their conversation ended with Rafel's short reply. A rather heavy silence fell through the cool night air. Biting his lip, Lapel looked at Annette's delicate profile of her. For some reason.
How can I explain this bizarre sense of separation? Her vague anxiety that she might lose her rose to the tip of her chin and pressed against her uvula her. These were unfamiliar feelings that Lafel had been learning lately.
Lapel pondered as she brushed her own black hair that was dished by the wind. It was the first time I had ever tried so hard to have a conversation with someone else. Fortunately, he wasn't too stupid either, so he was able to come up with the next topic right away.
“…She is the woman who visited last time. Who is it?”
Upon receiving the question, Annette opened her mouth slightly in embarrassment.
