“I don’t know about Dale, but……, Dale is a little dangerous.
No, a lot.”
I muttered as I dug in the dirt with the shovel.
“Is that what beautiful people are?”
I nodded.
“I want to have a special relationship with Enya.”
Dale's last words echoed in my head, but it wasn't my fault, was it?
Dale's comment about wanting a private relationship was misguided.
I was out in the cold digging in the soil.
My hands were numb, but that was a good thing, because Dale's words made a mess.
“I'm sure he didn't mean it at all.”
He probably only meant those words as thanks, but his face and voice were misunderstood.
I almost fell into the trap myself.
It was dangerous.
Dale was so innocent and honest that he didn't think twice before saying it.
I was happy because he had never met someone more evil than me in his life.
What would happen if someone even worse than me heard that from Dale?
“Someone like the Marquis of Cassion, for example.”
It's an ugly world.
A precious, innocent and beautiful young man like Dale needs the whole world to come together to protect him.
To preserve his innocence forever.
“If I were closer to him, I would kiss him.”
My heart skipped a beat for a moment.
Dale's face lit up as he whispered softly, making him look like a sleeping beauty.
His gaze triggered a protective instinct.
“You could have kissed him.”
But who am I talking to?
Boom!
She looked back reflexively.
“Hahahahahahahaha…….”
“!”
ها هو ذا يضحك وفمه مغطى.
“Foohoo!”
“Oh, how long have you been there?”
“Hahahaha, I see, I didn’t realize you were deceitfully lusting after Dale, ah, the kiss was so strong that I didn’t hear you…….”
* * *
“Why are you here?”
“Hahahaha…….”
“Will you stop laughing?
Cassion, who was still laughing, raised the teacup with a trembling hand.
The corners of his mouth were turned up, as if he had no intention of hiding his laughter.
I bit my lip hard.
Cassion, of all people.
“Are you going to tell him?”
“You know.”
"I don't know."
I swallowed my growing anger and glared at him.
“Are you going to tell Dale?”
“I'm sure Dale will be happy to hear that, but I'm not sure, because I don't think the princess will be happy about that, and I'm not the kind of pervert who takes pleasure in other people's misery.”
I shuddered.
If he wasn't a friend of Dale's, I would have hit him with a shovel.
She stared at him, and Cassion pressed his hand to his chest to calm his laughter.
He sipped his tea, still laughing.
“I trust there is no poison here, princess.”
“I should have poisoned you.”
“I gave you an idea, you can use it next time someone you don't like comes to visit you.”
“It was a mistake, I didn't mean what I said.”
“Yes, yes.”
“And I was talking to myself.
“I wasn’t really thinking about what I was going to do for Dale.”
“Yes, yes.”
“It was a real misunderstanding.”
“Yes, yes.”
Cassion smiled and sipped his tea.
Dialogue doesn't work.
I closed my eyes.
Really.
That weird?
Cassion smiled as bright as Dale's smile in the morning.
He's equally handsome, but part of me wants to kiss Dale and part of me wants to bury Cassion.
Isn't this strange...?
Cassion looked at me and raised an eyebrow.
“You seem worried, Princess, but I hope you're not doubting me.
Dale will be happy to hear that.”
Cassion looked reassured, but he did not inspire confidence.
“You don't trust me, I can see that.”
“I suppose you're used to not being trusted.”
“This is part of my job.”
Cassion smiled, crossing his legs.
He looked like the owner of the house, even though he was a visitor.
“Why are you here today?”
He wasn't invited.
How did he know the address?
“I got the title because I have a talent for stalking, and I'm here today to…”
His eyes narrowed.
He smiled suspiciously.
“I told you I would see you soon, and I am here to keep my promise.”
“?”
“I keep my promise.
See?”
I stared at him.
When was that?
Yes.
No, the day you met Cassion when you were with Dale?
“Did that mean you were just coming to see me?”
My head was hurting from disbelief.
“Did you come knowing Dale wasn't here?”
"I don't know."
“You're Dale's friend, so why did you come when he's not here?”
strange.
Cassion was smiling wordlessly.
Cassion, who was fond of women, was trying to flirt with his friend's wife.
No, I've been reading a lot of motivational books.
I will ignore this hypothesis.
It is taken directly from the book “The Night of Lady Marilda.”
It is unlikely that Cassion would have visited my house by chance when Dale was not there.
“You have to give up on Dale, princess.”
Cassion-Schultz, Cassion-Schultz, Cassion-Schultz, Cassion…….
When a Marquez or something like that comes to me, it means he needs something I have.
Most of mine, except for Dell, he already has.
“Are you going to plant this?”
“There are more of them in the country, aren't there?”
Then I remembered what Marquez told me: He looked at the herbs.
“Are you sick?”
Cassion's smile faded slightly.
In the original novel, Cassion Schultz had planned to take the title of Marquis slowly.
In fact, while the former Marquis had long announced his intentions, he only recently took up the position.
The inevitable happened.
Death of his father, Marquis Schultz.
His death was unexpected and untimely, and there was no sign of foul play.
The Marquis did not announce the cause of his death, instead directing the world's attention to an unusual and astonishing succession in which the Marquis simultaneously transferred the title of Marquis to his son Cassion.
This means that he did not want to attach a scandal to the death of Marquis Schulz.
'But Cassion doesn't seem sick.'
'Because it doesn't smell like that at all.'
Then Cassion put down the teacup.
He seemed calmer than ever.
“I'm going to get sick.”
The sad, futuristic words seemed premature.
It was strange to hear him say he was going to get sick.
Then there was something else.
"almost."
Soon means there is something there.
Something that could be fatal to his health.
Then something occurred to me.