He said to him with a face that had the tinge of nails: “I see you displaying the features of one who knows the answer.
Know that if a man asks about a matter that he is not usually asked about, the greatest suspicion is that women have a hand in it, especially if the matter is related to appearance and appearance.
If a man was never concerned about his face or his clothes, and suddenly he is preoccupied with his appearance, what reason could there be other than that?”
Damian said: “It may be different.
Not everyone who wants to improve his image only goes to women, as he may have a purpose in others.”
“Yes, and he may have other inclinations.
Would that be your business?”
“You're disappointed, it's none of my business.”
“Really?
Then how did you meet women?
While you were in the camp, you did not talk to a woman alone, and you did not go down to the village at all.”
Then he clasped his palms behind his head, turned his body towards Damian and said suddenly: “Ah!
Mailing!”
Damian trembled when he heard the word, and Paul became more certain, and he said with eyes sparkling with curiosity: “It has been three months or so since we exchanged letters, hasn’t it?
And you are still doing that now?
I can’t believe you in replying!
And your companion is a woman, then?
Speaking of which, didn’t you previously receive a tissue in a package, and you took a picture a few days ago?”
Damian lowered his gaze unconsciously.
Paul said, "What's this?
You guys exchanged pictures too?
Is she a beauty?
How's she?"
If Paul had not been his leader and cousin, Damian would have beaten him to his fullest.
Paul said, feigning emotion: “Ah, ah!
Love that blossoms through letters!
You touched me, boy.
I know now that you are a real man.”
Damian couldn't help himself, and kicked his leg under the table.
This was a crime against the military regime, but Paul was too busy joking to feel the pain in his leg.
"Aren't you the one who advised me to write in the first place?
What's with this astonishment?"
“I didn't think you were taking it seriously.
Well done!
If you had obeyed me before, it would have been fine.”
Damian shook his head bored, while Paul did not stop talking even as he took his food.
“Although leaders sometimes waste their time, in your case there was an outcome that I did not expect.
You, who had been unable to express your feelings, have changed after a few letters.”
Damian sat at the table, and Paul took the initiative to sit across from him, and Damian remained silent and dipped a bite of scrambled eggs.
“Won’t you tell me what kind of person she is?”
“I'll tell you one thing: I don't know her face, and she doesn't know mine either.”
“How come you took a picture?”
“It was a group photo, and you couldn't find me in it.”
"Why didn't you take a picture from her then?
She refused to give it to you?"
“I told her I had no desire to do that.”
Paul opened his mouth in astonishment and said, “Did you really tell her that explicitly?”
“Yes, so she scolded me.”
So Paul reached under the table and kicked Damian, saying: “Go kill yourself!
There is no hope from you.”
"You hurt me."
“And you just kicked me.
And yet, even though you said that to her, she still texts you?”
"Okay."
"It's a wonder, then."
"Figured it out."
“Perhaps she agrees with you in nature.”
"I don't know."
Then Paul rested his chin on his hand, watching him eat, and said: “You say you don't care about her, so why are you answering her letters?”
Damian stopped eating and said, “I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“What do you think?”
“She is waiting for my answer.
If I did not write, she would think I would have been killed.”
That was the first thing Paul said to him when he started corresponding, and Lintree said something similar to him.
Damian knows that she is always waiting for his response.
He was the most knowledgeable of people about what it means to let down expectations.
He tasted it at the hands of that Marquis called Jessica, and he realized that expectation is different from mere hope, and that whoever is disappointed in it may be extremely broken, and that its impact on the heart is worse than any other feeling.
“If the correspondence stops out of boredom, then that is a matter.
As for me letting her think that way, I don’t want it.”
"Hmm…"
Paul, reclining in an imperious manner, crossed his arms, exhaled somewhat proudly, and said:
“I don't know why you're in a place like this.”
“What is the meaning of your saying this?”
"I mean, you're not a professional military man."
“I am not thinking of leaving the service anyway.”
When Damian finished scratching the bottom of the soup bowl until he emptied it and stood up, Paul followed him standing.
They placed their plates on the sink counter in succession, then left the restaurant.
“Actually, your statement that you're not interested is just a lie, isn't it?”
Damian did not answer, but let out a light sigh.
His features began to turn toward apathy, as if someone had grown tired of facing Paul and had almost reached the point of boredom.
Before Paul could stop teasing him, he placed his palm on his back gently and said:
"Whatever you are, you're a soft boy."
“This is disgusting talk.”
“I find you disgusting too, boy.”
Then he wiped his hand, which had touched his back, on his garment, vigorously.
[To Mrs.
Lintry, who sees no talent in the detective arts,
You have truly disappointed me, ma'am.
I was disappointed in your taste when you saw that Sergeant Penas was the most handsome of us, and then I was disappointed again in your narrow imagination when you only imagined my image in the faintest form.
Ah, you say my statement is stinging?
But if you consider my wounded heart, forgive me for this amount of complaining.
Written on October 18, 1878,
Lieutenant McCord, whom his commander had previously praised for his handsomeness.
Appendix: Do you think I'm less handsome than Green?]
[To Lieutenant McCord, whom I see as nothing but annoyed,
For you to express your irritable mood, and then show your jealousy of Green, is something I did not expect.
Since you see yourself as handsome, there is no doubt that you want to prevail over Grete in the field of appearance and appearance.
It's okay, I'm a year older than you, and I'll excuse you.
At twenty, a person is most concerned about his appearance.
Yes, I was like that when I was twenty, and I understand you.]
'We're only one year apart!'
Damian suddenly became angry.
It would not have hurt him to be younger than Lentry, but to be lowered to the status of younger even in mental maturity was something his pride could not tolerate.
However, if we look at his previous statement with impartiality, then there was indeed something in it that suggested anger and distress, so there is no evidence for it.
[As for Green, his face is normal, there is no blemish on it, there is no apparent defect, and there is no noteworthy advantage, so he is a familiar face.
Therefore, Lieutenant McCord - as you say about himself - is more beautiful than him.
Do you think this answer satisfies you?
Since you are so confident about your good appearance, I began to wonder about your features.
If you do not send me your picture, please hurry to meet me.]
'Hmm...
My saying that I would come to meet her was just a courtesy.'
However, Lyntry took his statement seriously, and Damian felt embarrassed.
As long as the fighting continues, he does not know when he will return to Estarika, and if he does, he has no intention of going to meet her.
Then it is not known how long this connection between them will last, as it is weak and will be cut off if one of them stops sending the answer, in addition to the fact that each of them is ignorant of the other’s features and name.
As he thought about the matter, he found that he knew very little about Lentry: she was 21 years old, had lost her mother, lived in Edenfallen with her father, and perhaps with one maid, kept a dog, and had no friend except a man named Green... and that was all.
As for Lintry, she must know less about him than he knows about her, as he never took the initiative to talk about himself, and even if she mentioned something about his family, he did not speak at length.
Damien believed that as long as this bond could be broken at any moment, there was no need for him to go into detail about his life, just as it is easy for a person to forget a person about whom he knows nothing, and the burden of his presence will be removed from his mind.
'Anyway, we do this because each of us is looking for an excuse to waste our time, and if one of us gets busy, we completely forget about the messages.'
Damian waved the letter between his fingers.
'Especially since if a woman gets married or something like that, her relationship with a strange man whose lineage is not reliable, like me, is cut off.'
While he was thinking these thoughts, he began to nod his head alone, then suddenly he stopped.
'Huh?'
Something pricked him deep in his chest.
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Our officer is jealous~