Episode 95
Translator : Missme
Editor : Aru
However, nothing caught my mind right away.
What should I say? Should I compliment the forest view? Itâs kind of out of the blue, but for example, the base of that tree is very smooth and solidâ¦â¦..
Thatâs when I thought about it. Suddenly there was a thin voice passing through my head.
âWhat kind of woman does the Duke like?â
Ah, right.
Ash ideal type.
Should I ask? I made up my mind at that time that I should ask him.
However, at this moment, the subject that I couldnât put into practice because I couldnât catch the timing suddenly came to mind.
There was a subtle force in the hand holding the reins.
âShall I ask him now?â
â¦â¦ Is it okay? Isnât it okay?
So right now, itâs just you and Ash without anyone else, and itâs quiet around here.
This is not bad timing, is it?
My heart was pounding. In fact, it would be a question that wasnât much of a question, but I felt like I was conscious of it.
I straightened my throat and brought it up naturally as if I were talking like every day as possible.
âOh, Ash. This is just a sudden question.â
âWhat?â
âIt doesnât mean much, and Iâm just asking because Iâm curious.â
Wait a minute, itâs too long! Itâs even pathetic!
Far from being natural, itâs incredibly unnatural. The awkwardness is at its peak. But itâs already late. Thereâs no turning back. I just hurried to the point.
âWhatâs your ideal type?â
Wow, I asked too openly!
But this too is a word that has now gone out of my mouth. It was too thin to pick up.
Instead of struggling to fix what couldnât be corrected, I decided to devote everything to my facial expressions.
Ash opened his mouth as if he knew that I was doing to pretend to be calm.
âMy ideal type?â
When I heard him repeat my question in a relaxed voice, somehow my face went up.
Suddenly, I felt as if I had asked such an embarrassing question. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
âShould I cancel it? No! Cancelling doesnât mean thatâs a question that wasnât there!â
A war broke out under the resolute mask, which was covered with desperate efforts.
At that time, Ash spoke calmly without a change of expression.
âWellâ¦â
I watched Ashâs lips move, nervous at the moment.
âIâve never thought about it, something like that.â
It was not long before I lost my pulse.
âNo?â
I didnât show it â I tried not to, but it was a very disappointing answer after making a fuss inside.
âYouâve never thought about your ideal type?â
âWell, there isnât.â
âNot at all?â
âNot at all.â
Ash then looked at me with an expression like âwhat the problem wasâ.
Iâm speechless.
âThereâs no problem.â
No, in retrospect, didnât I answer the same question just a few days ago?
âItâs not time to talk like that about other people.â
Thatâs right. But now itâs ridiculous to think that I felt dejected.
Oh, you cunning humankind.
âAnd what would I do if I knew his ideal type in the first place?â
Thatâs right. So this was the case.
Suddenly, a realization like a real awareness time came to me, and I suddenly heard Ashâs voice as I stared ahead.
âLetâs think about it now.â
âHuh?â
âIdeal type.â
As I turned around, I could see Ashâs seemingly insignificant straight face.
âItâs not that the ideal type doesnât exist, itâs that I just havenât thought about it.â
I blinked my eyes. I felt as if I had heard something unexpected.
ââ¦â¦do you have it? Ideal type?â
âI donât know yet, but if I think about it, something could come out.â
âThink, then.â
The realization was all lies. My distracted pulse began to beat diligently again, causing me to feel nervous again. The moment Ash âthinksâ about her ideal type felt very long.
How long did I wait while trying to control my facial expression? Ashâs long-awaited mouth slowly opened.
âFirst of allâ¦â
âFirst of all?â
Are there multiple conditions?
âItâs about this tall.â
âAs tall as his shoulder?â
No, by the way, why did he start with the height?
It was a more detailed and systematic answer than I thought, so I was a little embarrassed in a different way.
In the meantime, however, my inner self was comparing my height to what Ash said.
âI was about the same height.â
âThe length of her hair â¦â¦ this much.â
âOkay, the length of the hair fits well.â
âThe skin is white.â
âWas my skin on the white side? Well, thatâs as white as it gets, right?â
âThe eyes are amber in colour.â
âPumpkin? My eyes are amber, too. Wait a minute.â
âThe hair colour isâ¦â¦â¦â
I was lost in thought and listened to his vision, which was leaning down a little. I met Ashâs eyes.
His eyes that seemed to have melted gold and filled the centre were mischievously bent.
âRed.â
ââ¦â¦!â
My mouth muted. The facial expression management, which was working on its own, collapsed in an instant.
Ash keeps on talking, not stopping there.
âThe tips of the eyes are slightly raised, the nose is straight and narrow, the lips are red and thick, and the face shape is generally thinâ¦â¦.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âHer preferred outdoor dress is green.â
âSto, stop.â
I shut Ashâs mouth in a belated blow. My mind finally came back. Ash took the reins of the horse and held my hand that was stopped in the mid-air gently.
âWhy?â
âWhat do you mean why now youâreâ¦â¦.â
I couldnât be confident of saying it myself, so I blurred the end, and Ash laughed low.
In the midst of this, I immediately thought that the sound of laughter I heard up close was good to hear. It was seriously severe.
âI thought about it because you asked me to think about my ideal type, and I brought out the results honestly.â
ââ¦â¦your ideal type is me?â
âOf course.â
Ash took my reins and put them back in my hand. He was affectionate, with his hands that straightened my disordered posture.
âWho else would there be?â
âMy ideal type is the one I like.â
Again, I remembered a thin, quiet voice in my head.
Why is the phrase that I thought was just a lightly response suddenly lodged in my heart at this moment?
âNoonim.â
ââ¦â¦uh?â
âWhat Iâve never thought about is my ideal type.â
ââ¦â¦.â
âbecause I didnât have to think about it.â
As he said so, his smiling features caught my eye.
His white hair, covering his forehead with a bit of freedom, was absurdly bright and gorgeous.
Suddenly, I wondered why I had never thought about my ideal type.
After I debuted in the social world, I had no memory of weighing what kind of man I preferred.
Why did I do that?
âCause Iâm not interested in men at all?â
No way.
Iâve already answered a similar question before.
Itâs not that I wasnât interested in men, it was just all my attention was focused on only one person.
I didnât want to see anyone else, so I didnât have to think about my ideal type or anything.
ââ¦â¦so, that was because of Ash?â
My heart throbbed.
âAnd Ash was like that too?â
Like I did, maybe heâd only focused on one person in the world from a very long time ago.
Is this what he meant?
I made eye contact with Ash.
Itâs a funny idea, but my face is drawn to the clean, deep yellow eyes that seem to have drawn and painted.
A more raucous wave spread inside my heart.
I could actually tell. Based on Ashâs behaviour. If all the things heâd shown me so far are not because Iâm his older sister and family, but because Iâm just me.
You can know without having to hear the definition in words.
What I mean to Ash, what I am to Ash.
âBut I want to hear it.â
I want to hear it. I want him to tell me in person, in a voice that makes my heartbeat with his gentle echo.
What does he think of me? What do I mean to him?
âAsh.â
I opened my mouth with a steady throbbing heart.
Again, this time, I needed the courage to hold the reins as hard as I could, but what was contained in it was not anxiety or impatience, but expectations and excitement.
If he tells me.
Then Iâll tell him, too.
What I thought. What I wanted and desired. And what Iâm imagining looking at you right now.
âYouâ¦â
It was then. Suddenly it felt like a forest was ringing.
thump thump
The vibrations transmitted on the ground were not so strange.
A moment later, a flock of something from afar caught sight.
A bunch of monsters.
My mouth opened on its own.
âNo, why now!â
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