Episode 425 Cinderella (2)
‘Seorn has been making a lot of noise lately.’
Rene thought so while feeling a lot of excitement.
Actually, there was nothing so surprising. It’s not like there hasn’t been anything like it.
This side was just enough to study hard to keep the student’s duty.
However, if someone with an excited appearance was nearby, it was natural to become concerned.
“senior. Are you okay?”
Line asked cautiously, watching Erendir peering into the pile of papers beside her.
A small flower bed that no one visits.
There, Lyne sat down on a mat and looked at Erendir.
Erendir did not answer. She was already immersed in another world and was unable to break free.
“Calling will be of no use.”
What spoke on her behalf was a voice that was pleasant to listen to.
Freuden Ulburg.
As befits a son of a high-ranking noble, he glanced at Erendir with a sharp expression.
“It seems that the princess is absorbed in the ball that will be held this time. It seems like you can’t get out of your own catalog of which dress to choose.”
“ah. It’s because of the prom.”
“The princess’s room is probably full of all sorts of correspondence. Famous brands will beg you to try on sponsored dresses.”
Rinne nodded as if she understood.
Apart from his conduct, it was nothing strange to say that Erendir’s appearance definitely shined.
A noble lineage from the imperial family.
Innate charisma was not acquired naturally.
Of course, depending on what kind of dress Erendir wore to the ballroom, the reaction of the people around him would be different.
If this place hadn’t been for Seorn, what had accumulated around Erendir would have been crowds of people and flattery, not letters.
“You probably have a lot of trouble deciding what to choose. Because this side will have many things to wish for in its own way.”
For example, dating a friend who doesn’t fit in the fountain.
In fact, if it was Erendir, there was no need to wear a dress like that.
Even so, the reason she is so focused is probably because she thinks about the time after wearing it to the ball rather than the dress.
Perhaps you are going to a contest and imagining yourself being the main character.
If you do that, you will be able to look cool to your juniors and expect new relationships.
‘Even though it’s an act that looks too deep.’
A student who doesn’t know her true identity might be fooled.
The thought of that made Freuden’s stomach go numb.
But I didn’t bother to point it out. Because it had nothing to do with you.
Rather, it was the other person that mattered to Freuden.
“ah. Nobles seem to get a lot of sponsorships.”
To Line, who was muttering innocently as if it were someone else’s business, Freuden tried his best to answer indifferently, but not too coldly.
“It’s a nuisance.”
“Does senior Freuden come too?”
“What is it? To the point of being annoying.”
Freuden was also the eldest son of the 3rd ducal family, so there was nothing lacking as a target of sponsorship.
Naturally, there were many people who begged for attention because he was naturally good looking.
“Rine. Are you not interested in the prom?”
At Freuden’s subtle question, Line smiled softly and shook her head.
“I don’t think much. Studying right now is daunting.”
“It’s a rare event that only happens once a year. Even if you can’t be the main character, you can have a rare experience that you wouldn’t normally be able to. Especially something like a contest. If you’re in Seorn’s first year, you’d expect that even more.”
The hottest topic among female students is definitely the contest.
The Miss Theorn contest to pick the best beauty at the ballroom on the day.
Being listed there was the romance and dream of every female student.
“Uh…I’m not particularly interested.”
It wasn’t that Linen didn’t think of the Miss Theorn contest either.
But is there such a thing as sentiment? degree.
He had never thought of going there and winning an award.
There were some things I didn’t feel the need for, but I didn’t feel very moved beyond that.
In the first place, a contest like this would select a beauty, but isn’t the standard of beauty different for each person?
To Line, there were many handsome and beautiful women in Seorn.
I thought it was absurd to discuss the best among them.
“Are you still coming to the ballroom?”
“It’s a long-awaited festival, so it’s a little bit like missing it, right? Besides, after listening to it, it seems that everyone attends unconditionally. So I’m thinking about just hanging around and getting out of there.”
“Something is missing.”
“yes? What are you sorry about?”
“Because if it’s you, Linen, you can definitely become the main character on the spot.”
Line’s eyes widened at those words, and then she laughed as if she was having fun.
“senior. You don’t have to say that to save face. I know my subject well.”
“…..”
No, it’s real.
Freuden thought about how to get Line to know his true feelings.
However, I thought that if I approached it too blatantly, Line might feel uncomfortable, so I carefully asked for her opinion.
“You have to follow the dress code to go to the ballroom. Have you decided on a dress in advance?”
“no. I couldn’t even think of any other clothes. I’m thinking of just getting a suit and matching the assortment.”
“no.”
At Freuden’s resolute words, Line parted her lips.
Thinking that his true intentions had come out without his knowledge, Freuden opened his mouth again in a calm tone.
“I’ll make a suit for you.”
“Are you a senior?”
“okay. I can do that much.”
Line waved her hand.
“No no. Even so, if you do that, there is no shame. It will be a nuisance to seniors too…”
“I just want to do it for you.”
Freuden said so, adding a suitable reason.
“Because you are a precious junior to me.”
It was a cover-up to avoid revealing one’s mind, but those who knew Freuden well would have been shocked by the words.
Line, who didn’t know that fact, just thought that the senior was kind.
“But…”
“If so, I’ll put a condition on it. I’m still in trouble because I don’t have a partner for this dance…”
Freuden tried to get to the point.
In return for giving her the dress as a present, she asks her to be her partner at the ballroom.
In fact, this could be said to be closer to the real purpose.
I wondered if I could somehow end this sluggish relationship if the distance got even a little closer.
“yes? Freyden you. Didn’t all kinds of love letters come in?”
All of a sudden, Erendir, now sane, intervened in the conversation between the two.
This careless princess.
Although Freuden frowned, he did not neglect his answer.
“All of them are just those who are aiming for my family. If your intentions are not pure, why should I accept them?”
“Isn’t it the same as not having pure intentions?”
Erendir smiled as if he knew everything and stabbed Freuden.
I usually don’t notice, but this way, I was dirty again.
“The words of the princess, who was preoccupied with the idea of making friends, sound very serious.”
“What?”
The two glared at each other.
Like water and oil that do not mix, the eyes directed at the other person were full of pathetic feelings.
“Uh, I’ll just go.”
Line knew that even if she intervened in a situation like this, it would be useless.
The minor clash between the two has been going on for a long time, and now it was a trivial event that would be boring without it.
It’s useless to dry it now, so I just chose to let it fall out naturally.
If he had stayed there, he would have been caught up in it too.
‘It’s a ball.’
Still, what Freuden said remained in my mind.
Line went straight to the library.
There, Line found a familiar face and naturally sat next to her and explained her situation in detail.
“So maybe that’s good?”
“…Did you just say something to me?”
Her white hair was disheveled, and she looked at Rinne with an absurd look.
Julia Plumheart had a hard time accepting the current situation with her head at Line’s behavior of asking a question out of the blue.
Doesn’t he suddenly sit next to me and explain things that he didn’t ask, but now he even asks himself questions.
“I thought I could ask for some advice.”
“You know we weren’t that close? Didn’t I tell you in the first place? Don’t pretend you know.”
Despite the strong push, Line smiled brightly.
“Ayy, we still know each other’s secrets, so it’s good to be close.”
“…..”
Julia was at a loss for words at that spotless answer.
Usually when he’s shot like this, he gets angry or backs off with a shrug, but Line’s reaction was the first time he’d ever experienced it.
“Julia, aren’t you going to the prom?”
“I’m not going. I don’t care about that either.”
“okay? Then you can’t ask about the dress code.”
Those words strangely stirred Julia’s pride.
Even knowing that Rinne had no such intentions.
No, I didn’t even know it was like that because I knew there was no intention.
“Then why don’t you ask someone who dresses well for help?”
“Anyone who dresses well?”
“why. Hey. Someone who is familiar with this area. Mr. Ludgar Celish.”
Of course, even if Rudger was a well-dressed person, there was no way he could ask for advice on this.
Julia’s mention of that name was just a word she brought out to annoy her opponent.
Ironically, however, Line thought it was serious advice and nodded.
“I will.”
“….what?”
no really?
I opened my eyes wide and looked at Line, but she stood up and thanked me.
“Thanks for the advice.”
And then he left with wobbly steps.
Julia couldn’t take her eyes off Line’s back until she completely disappeared outside the library.
* * *
As for Line, who left the library, he couldn’t find Rudger right away.
It wasn’t a question related to class, but it bothered me that I was visiting because of an upcoming prom.
‘I know that the teacher is kind to me differently from the outside and is good to me. Still, it’s a bit better to ask me to ask these personal questions ….. ‘
I’d rather be better if it was a natural flow on the road.
There was no way something comfortable would happen in such a situation…..
“…..”
There was.
Line thought so while looking at Ludger, whom he had found in the hallway across from him.
What kind of fate is this again?
Rudger also noticed Line and slowly walked towards him.
Its steps were always dignified and elegant.
It felt like I was breathing a little bit short of breath just to keep my eyes on the approaching figure.
“Cinderella.”
“yes?”
Rene asked the name he heard for the first time without realizing it.
“no. Just talking to myself.”
“Ah yes.”
Even as Rinne answered, he hesitated for a moment.
I thought it would be nice to meet him, but I didn’t know that it would actually turn out like this. So, I couldn’t decide what to say first.
If it were other people, I would have treated it naturally, but strangely, if the opponent was Rudd, it didn’t come as easily as I thought.
Why?
Rene felt frustrated and resentful of his hesitant attitude, but felt something natural.
Then I heard the news.
Rudger Celish was present at this night of mysticism. If so, it was clear that he had suffered quite a bit.
It looks fine, but you can ask how I’m doing.
With that in mind, the moment he was about to speak, Rudger opened his mouth first.
“Rine. Are you busy?”
“no.”
“There is something I want to ask you.”
Mr. Rudger? To me?
Line nodded her head calmly, feeling a strange emotion.
“Are you interested in this prom?”
“For now, I am thinking about attending. It is said to be one of the best events in Seorn.”
“is it. Then, what kind of dress to wear? Have you decided on anything?”
Linen swallowed his saliva.
It was a strange thing. I was thinking of asking this anyway.
Could this be fate?
“Not yet. But… why do you ask that?”
There was a strange anticipation in Rinne’s voice.
The eyes that looked up at Ludger shimmered like starlight.
“I am looking for someone to sponsor the dress. In the meantime, you are the first thing that comes to mind.”
“Really?”
“But the important thing is your intention. If it’s uncomfortable, you don’t have to accept it…”
“I’ll do it!”
Line shouted like a knife.
It was such an enthusiastic cry that even Ludger was pushed back by his spirit.
* * *
The Grand Chapel.
It was the site of a large cathedral, and it was the second most lively place in Lederbelk after Centerford.
It was also the place where the Ledervelk branch of the Church of Lumensis was established.
There were new visitors to the place.
“Meet the noble priest.”
Bishop Freden, who is in charge of the Lederbelk branch, greeted the woman in front of him politely.
Wearing a tiara around her eyes, Lemlia nodded lightly and accepted Freden’s greeting.
“I heard you are busy with work in the capital.”
“Oh, it’s okay. Everything there is over.”
“Are you done?”
Freden also has ears to hear.
Lemlia, the priest of her home country, came to the empire because of the ominous energy that appeared in the capital city.
Even if you tried to investigate it, it wouldn’t have been easy because of the imperial family’s obstruction, but it’s already over?
Remlia smiled as if she felt that sign.
“I got help.”
“Help.”
“The elves.”
Freden’s eyes widened at the word elf.
“Aren’t they heretics?”
“But I couldn’t help it in order to uncover a greater evil. Even my strict father would have wanted that.”
“…So did you get anything?”
The Archbishop of Freden was not simply a person buried in doctrine.
If necessary, the power of heresy could be used.
“Sure. And we also left a corresponding grace.”
“The priest’s favor. I wonder what it is.”
“It’s nothing.”
Lemlia said with an innocent smile.
“I just gave them the traces of blood they were eagerly looking for. They were in this city just in time.”
