# Chapter 5
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Episode 5
"I'm...
"I don't have any friends."
Anita has no friends her age.
Of course, she wasn't alone before moving into her current home.
It was the old hometown of Anita's grandfather since her father's time.
Everything about Anita existed in that city, including her relatives, teachers and friends.
Although the family had roots there, my father was not satisfied with the city.
[Vincent!
Our family business started in this city.
It's still early.
Don't you know that it's never too late to change the city for your children's generation?]
[No, your uncle's opinion is wrong.
We have to leave for a big city with a huge port like Chavalon before it's too late.]
[Why the hell are you so reckless!]
[The silver mine here has also dried up, so there is no need to stay.
If you go to a place with a lot of people, you will be able to get more information faster.]
[Vincent!
Come back now!
Do what you want with the wealth that the adults in your family have accumulated with their blood and sweat...
.]
[It's not me who is arbitrarily throwing away properties, but other seniors, including my uncle!
I don't intend to be stupid anymore.
Please don't stop me.]
Although everyone was against it, my father ended up leaving his hometown and moving to his current city.
It was just two years ago.
"My father has no title.
That's why other kids don't want to hang out with me."
After arriving here in Shabalon, my father put his life at risk because of his connections to the nobility.
At first, Anita didn't have much prejudice about her status as an aristocrat, but not now.
The nobles consider them dirty, dull cattle.
For the first time in my life, I felt pure hostility.
This hostility caused Anita a great shock.
"Well then...
."
Don't be gentle and go quickly.
Silence fell in the room.
There was such an awkward and silent atmosphere that I wondered if I had said something for no reason.
It was Claunia who broke the silence.
"I live in the Kingdom of Heespaine, not here.
I come here once a year for Shabalon, but since I have no friends, I have to stay with that social misfit.
"It's a really terrible time."
She smiled brightly and shook hands with Anita.
"I was about to go crazy.
Great job, Anitta!
"Play with me from now on!"
"...With me?"
"huh!
I'm Anita's first friend. right?
Yes?
Right?”
A piece of the nanny's cookie, which I don't know when she finished unwrapping, disappeared into Cláunia's mouth.
"But this is very delicious.
Where did you buy this?
"Can't you tell me too?"
No matter how fast he spoke, I didn't even have time to respond.
Claunia spoke to her with eyes bright as dew on a blade of grass.
"As for me, when I made friends in Chabalon, there were so many things I wanted to do together!
First, let's ride together on the Ferris wheel next to the fountain square, then we'll go to a good restaurant near the Ferris wheel...
."
Claunia's lips, which were constantly talking, swallowed the third cookie.
Did I hear wrong? friend?
Will you be my friend, who everyone avoids because they think I'm dirty?
It was from that day.
From that day forward, Anita spent every late winter at Duke Edenbahir's residence in Shavalon.
To the vast and beautiful paradise where the red poinsettias await Claunia and Lancelot.
"Anitta!
Anita is here, Lancelot!
Wow.
"Why haven't you grown more even though it's been a year since I last saw you?"
Cláunia's greeting always began with a passionate hug.
To Anita, she was a little golden bird singing a lovely song.
"Look at this map.
"While we waited for you in the morning, Lancelot and I played guessing country names and got nine out of ten wrong."
"really?
Who?"
"ME!"
When he was with Claunia, he was always happy, cheerful and excited.
Any serious problem became a trivial concern when Claunia was by my side.
"It must have been very difficult for Lancelot too.
That's right, Lancelot...?
But Lancelot was a little different.
"Hey.
Anitta asks.
"Please answer me."
He didn't seem pleased with Anita.
It was an attitude that anyone with eyes could see.
“Eww.
It's always like this.
Okay, let's play together!
"but...
."
"I said it was done.
He can't go out anyway because he's weak.
"It rained yesterday, so let's have fun looking for hibernating worms."
Is that why?
Anita found Lancelot's existence very difficult.
Even when they were in the same room, he treated them like strangers, and when they talked to him, all he did was give them an irritating look and respond reluctantly.
"Cough."
When I got a bad fever, I couldn't even get close to her unless she was fast asleep.
My father explained that if you have a weak body, you have no choice but to be sensitive, and Anita also understood perfectly.
But there was a time when I was sick for a long time.
This was especially true of Lancelot that winter.
Anita, who felt uncomfortable even though it was not her illness, went to see Lancelot with a stew that she prepared herself, although no one had asked for it.
It was a stew made with an eye on the restless kitchen staff.
"Hey, if you're sick, would you like to try some of this stew?
This is a stew my dad made often.
Ginger goes in...
."
"I won't eat."
I expected this, but the rejection was more pronounced than expected.
At what point did I get used to that cold wind blowing?
Anita casually placed the bowl of stew on the table.
"It's more delicious than I thought.
"There won't be much to chew, so it will be easy to swallow."
However, Lancelot did not turn his head even once and kept his eyes fixed on the book.
"just in case..." "I'll leave this behind."
I think about 30 minutes passed.
While I was playing with Claunia in the next room, I heard a maid's voice.
"Did you call me, master?"
"Put that stew away.
"It stinks."
At that moment, I was a little, just a little surprised, and my hands that were choosing the scattered puzzles became stiff.
But I quickly made up my mind.
'When you are very sick, you have no appetite and your speed is bad.
'I may have made this a burden for no reason.'
Let's not take this too seriously.
Expecting something in return is not a good intention.
You never know, maybe Lancelot really hates ginger.
As always, only Claunia expressed her displeasure on his behalf.
“Eww.
Did I tell you?
Are you saying you never eat?
"He hates anything that's loud, smelly or just a little noisy."
Anita looked at her close friend and smiled awkwardly.
"I think I'm feeling worse today.
"You might not be used to this kind of food."
"I know Ji is a great prince!
Of course...
Although your status is comparable to that of a prince...
"But you're not a prince!"
That was when Claunia gritted her teeth and jumped as if she had been ignored.
smart.
Someone knocked on the door.
"Cláunia."
Anita stood up even more hastily than Claunia when her name was called.
It was the visit of the Duke of Edenbahir.
"Cláunia, Anitta.
The great lady has arrived.
"Come out and say hello."
Goddess?
Claunia slowly stood up and knelt, but there was no discernible sign of welcome or discomfort on her face.
"The godmother is my mother's mother and my uncle's mother.
My relationship with my uncle is very bad, so whenever I call him, I always call him Mrs.
"Is that a secret?"
My mother's mother and uncle Edenbahir's mother...
.
'It means the mother of His Excellency the Duke of Edenbahir.'
In this case, Anita, who was staying here, was also someone who deserved to be greeted.
The two went to the reception room where the eldest of the family was waiting for them.
In a good way, the great lady had the impression of being quite aristocratic, but in a bad way, she had the impression of being quite demanding.
Is that why?
Even though we hadn't had a single conversation, bad memories came back.
The voices that belittled her like a stray.
'It's not okay.
It's rude to be negative towards someone you meet for the first time.
I just need to be careful.
Cláunia flew and courageously greeted the great lady.
"Hello Madam!"
A soft smile appeared on the great lady's cold face.
"You've grown a lot, Claunia.
"Now I feel like I'm a decent lady."
After all, a first impression is just a first impression.
Thanks to the great lady's kind response, I gained some courage that I never had before.
"thank you!
This is my friend.
Greetings, Anitta."
"hello.
My name is Anita Bölöni...
."
That wasn't my intention.
Even so, Anita was unable to finish the first greeting.
There wasn't even a glance.
The great lady walked past Anita as if she hadn't seen or heard her.
It was total disrespect.