Chapter 150 – 70-1 the 4th Day of the Festival.
“Did you come out too early?”
Sitting on her bench with her head thrown back, Allen was worried that he had come too early.
‘What if he doesn’t come… I’m going to leave if I do this.’
It’s not meticulous enough to boast that I put a lot of effort into it, but I still have to come up with a plan on my own and produce results now.
If Vivian doesn’t come, I prayed to an absent god so that the groundwork I’d put so much effort into would not become a sandcastle washed away by my efforts and time.
“…I can’t believe you’re already waiting. It looks leisurely.”
A gruff, familiar voice.
Allen, who puts her head back on her back and looks at the subject of the voice.
“Then you came early too. The appointment time is 10 o’clock, what time is it…”
“It’s 9:50. How long have you been here?”
Vivian speaks on behalf of Allen, who gets up from the bench and looks up at the clock tower to check.
Then Vivian asks Allen, who came earlier, when he was sitting here.
“Um… I think it was around 9:10 when I left the dorm…”
“…Lie. The person who was supposed to meet at 10 and came out so early…”
“Are you here?”
Even though she came out early, seeing Allen with that brazen expression and posture made Vivian’s eyes frown.
“More than that, I was nervous because I knew you weren’t coming. But come out like this I am thrilled, Vivian Araxis.”
“I promised, so I just came out of necessity.”
“For something like that…”
“What?”
“No. Nothing.”
He almost said, “I’m dressed to play in a pretty serious way for such things.”
From navy blue crop tops showing off the navel, to jeans that fit snugly as if they were proud of their superior height.
Maybe it’s because she works out every day, but her eyes are fun, or she’s like an older sister who plays well.
Anyway, good.
In particular, the tight leg line is just art.
If there was a smartphone or SNS here, it would be so beautiful that it would become a star.
“Why don’t you talk? Tell me quickly.”
“Just. No big deal. You dressed nicely today. I just wanted to say that.”
“…You. Isn’t this strange?”
“Huh? What? Outfit?”
“Most aristocratic women would say things like vulgarity or frivolity when they dressed like this.”
“What’s wrong with that? It suits you well.”
“Lie. Even if the mouth says so, the inside will be different.”
“Why do you trust people so much? You know that. If you say I’m not bad, it’s good. But does it fit well? I said it honestly, but it hurts if you say it’s a lie.”
“I’ll believe that for now.”
“You are not being honest. If it’s good, you can say it’s good, haha.”
“Don’t laugh… Where else are you going?”
Insincere feelings.
Embarrassed by Allen’s sincere answer, Vivian hurriedly changes the subject.
“Hmm. Follow me at once.”
“…I won’t go until you tell me where you’re going. No, I will go back.”
“It’s no fun if you tell me in advance. Well, good I’ll tell you half. I will go to class.”
“If you’re going to tell me, you should definitely tell me everything. What is it…”
“It’s no fun if you tell me everything. Come on, let’s go.”
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“…I want to go back.”
“Oh, now, wait a minute? Burr, are you going back already?”
In front of the hallway classroom on the 4th floor of the academy.
Looking at the spooky atmosphere and the academy students in scary costumes, Vivian went back… Or, to be precise, it seemed as if she was running away.
“I, this kind of genre… I don’t like it very much. Not funny.”
“No, it’s not that scary. It’s over in 3 or 4 minutes at most? And you’re not afraid?”
“…I hate what I don’t like.”
‘…Is it because I don’t like it? When I was playing games in the past, horror systems such as the House of Horrors went well. Is it because I’m not the main character?’
“Shall we come in and out for a second then?”
“If that’s the case, why go in? No. I’m not going.”
It was a bit old-fashioned, though.
I just thought that if the two of us enter the house of horror and shake our emotions with the swinging bridge effect, we’d be a little more likable…
‘Honey. It seems to go well in comics and games… But if this is the case, I’ll have to redo the route?’
It was difficult from the start.
Vivian’s expression was the same as usual, but her hands were not.
Rubbing his forearm with his palm and trembling faintly, it was pitiful and cute.
‘No. He left from the start, but he’s cute.’
I thought for a moment that Vivian was cute.
Allen has her brain at full capacity and thinks up Vivienne’s favorite things quickly.
Even if I sloppy and invite you to go to the House of Horror anyway, it only lowers my liking.
It is not possible to lower the level of favorability that has been raised.
“Um… Then, except because I said I hate House of Horrors. I’m really going to ask again, where do you want to go?
“…I do not know. But not here. Never.”
“Okay. Shall we decide while walking?”
“What are you talking about…? Are you determined while walking?”
“It is literally. Start with the upper floors, look around the lower floors, and if there’s something you like, enjoy it. Simple isn’t it?
“What if I don’t like anything?”
“At that time, let’s go out to the suburbs, not the campus. I don’t think it’s bad to eat delicious food, play various games, and see what’s going on in the auditorium.”
“That’s a good idea for something out of your head.”
“I’m still in first place in the whole school, so you’re saying that. Are you sad?”
He said he was sad about what I said, but his face wasn’t sad at all, but rather he was smiling.
‘…’
In fact, the House of Horrors could be entered.
However, when and where. I was afraid that something hidden in the darkness might be targeting me.
So… I couldn’t get in.
I’ve been invited to the best, but won’t I keep rejecting and be disappointed?
Wasn’t the smile you see now actually a smile to hide your irritation?
If the truth hidden behind that smiling face is revealed…
I will definitely be distorted
Endlessly distorted so that it can no longer be whole… Like that…
“Vivian.”
“Uh? Uh… Why?”
“Why are you standing there blankly? Aren’t you sick? Shall we go to the infirmary?”
“…It doesn’t hurt. Let’s go sooner than that.”
“It’s not. You look sick. Or are you worried about something? What kind of sweat?”
“Nothing…”
“It is nothing. Hey, take it here.”
Allen takes something of hers from her shirt pocket and hands it to Vivian.
“Now, a handkerchief.”
“…I do not need.”
“Just write. Because it’s new Or will I clean it up for you?”
“…Thank you.”
“I should even thank Allen Mestia, the second son of the Marquis of Mestia and the most gentlemanly person in the world.”
Taking Allen’s handkerchief, Vivian lowered her head to keep her hair from getting wet, wiping the sweat from her brow, and a very faint laugh echoed quietly.
“Whoa… To say that he is the most gentleman in the world with his own mouth.”
“Originally, people live for their own good taste.”
“Isn’t it just you?”
“Well, that’s right.”
Raising her head, Vivian hands back the handkerchief she wiped off her sweat to Allen.
After receiving her handkerchief, Allen puts it back into her shirt pocket and opens her mouth as Vivian smiles lightly.
“Look at that. After all, you look the happiest when you smile. So, laugh often, Vivian.”
