Translator: Cyrus
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Night has fallen.
Iâm sitting alone on a bench in the courtyard of the Academy.
Most of the students are attending the party held in the auditorium.
I can see the light shining through the windows, and hear just a little noise and music from the party. The prince should be heading towards the royal palace as the student representative, so the other student council members should be managing the party right now.
I probably should have acted like a villainess and stolen their thunder.
In fact, thatâs what I did last year. I played pranks on the prince, and conspired with Rona to let Catalina host the party.
But Iâm not in the mood this time.
My attention is focused on the other party beyond this auditorium, but thereâs no way I can see it from here. However, I know that something should be happening there.
I wonder if Michelie is suffering there, at the royal palace. Iâm beginning to feel frustrated because Iâm the cause of her suffering right now.
I look up at the night sky.
The moon isnât shining its light in the dark sky. I stretch my hand out towards the stars, even though theyâre out of reach. I mumble to myself in disappointment.
âThe moon⦠isnât here.â
The light from the stars are providing insufficient consolation. I may be feeling sentimental right now, but Iâm still a girl. Iâm feeling hurt just thinking about the harm Iâm causing to me beloved sister.
Iâm going to go all out in being a villainess from this point on. I wonât be praised for it, nor will my reputation rise from the ashes. In order to allow my sister to bask in the light, I have to fall into darkness in her place. And for that to happen, I need to continue hurting Michelie. I canât help but feel sad.
I wish I could calmly and coolly ignore fate and be loved by everyone, just like her. But Iâm helpless.
I have to fulfill my destiny as the villainess.
My future is dark, just like the twinkling stars without the moon shining at their side.
ââ¦â¦Heh.â
Perhaps because no one is looking at me, I begin to mock myself.
Maybe I should seize this chance and laugh to my heartâs content.
Thatâs what came to my mind.
I donât know when I stopped laughing, even though it was a habit when I was a child.
No oneâs looking right now anyway. I stand up and begin laughing loudly at myself.
âHeheh, hahaha! Hahahahaââ
âWhat are you doing?â
ââHuh?â
Itâs a familiar voice.
It stimulates my memory, but I canât remember who exactly it belongs to.
I turn to look at the person who spoke.
This person shouldnât be here right now.
The voice belongs to someone with soft golden hair and blue eyes.
âCharlesâ¦â¦?â
âThatâs right, Chris.â
Heâs grown a lot in two years.
Heâs gotten taller and more muscular. He still looks a little childish, but thatâs probably due to his youthfulness. His voice has also changed. Heâs no longer the same cute boy.
But why is he here?
He should be attending the party at the Royal Palace as a new student.
I decide to ask him.
âWhat are you doing here?â
âI came here to read a book.â
âOh?â
What is this guy saying?
Iâm beginning to relax thanks to his nonchalant attitude.
Most of all, I feel no persistence coming from Charles. Even if I ran away now, he probably wouldnât chase after me. Heâs just smiling there naturally.
I see how it is.
I gave it some thought, and came to a conclusion.
Charles must have stopped liking me now.
Two years of adolescence is enough to change a personâs feelings. Charles is simply calling out to an acquaintance he bumped into.
In that case, I can feel at ease without being foolishly on guard. I begin to relax and chat.
âCan you really read here?â
No, itâs too dark here.
I asked him teasingly while mocking myself for expecting such a response from him.
Itâs darker than before since the moon isnât out, but I have a lamp with me.
I was about to lend it to him, but his response was unexpected.
âBooks arenât just for reading, you know?â
He puts the thick book on my head.
ââ¦â¦Why you.â
He seems taken aback from my response.
Itâs been almost ten years since weâve had this sort of interaction, but I still donât feel like giving him a street performance.
I sigh and remove the book from my head.
âAn entertainment novel? Thatâs the kind of book Surfania likes.â
âYeah. I borrowed it from Surfania, the third daughter of the Calibrachoas.â
âHmm?â
Have Charles and Surfania become friends?
I flip through some pages, then return it to him.
âHere you go.â
âThanks.â
I pretended not to notice the word âIDIOTâ I wrote on the last page when I hung out with Surfania.
He takes the book without hesitation, taking my hand in the process.
âSince itâs a good time, shall we dance, Chris?â
Does he still have feelings for me?
Iâm not replying to his suggestion with a nod.
âNo. I donât feel like it.â
âHmm. Itâs been two years since we saw each other. Are you sure?â
ââ¦â¦Yeah.â
Not just these two years.
I havenât danced at all since that time.
âI see. I wonât force you.â
He backs down like a gentleman, which is very much unlike him.
I feel stupid, but disappointed at the same time.
I still have feelings for him too. I try to shake it off with a smile.
âYou should goââ
âHow about this?â
He gets on one knee.
He wants to kiss my hand as a simple greeting to a lady.
But I wonât allow it.
âSuch a pretentious greeting. I told you before, ask me for permission first.â
I shake off his hand a little violently. Charles casts an upward glance at me.
ââ¦â¦Is that a no, too?â
âItâs a no.â
âI see.â
He backs off again.
I donât know if this straightforwardness is like him or not. Maybe heâs just grown up.
Iâm a fool to feel sad about it. Maybe I just want the attention, or maybe I want him to press further. Iâm disgusted with myself for being so whimsical.
He looks like heâs about to leave.
He stands up slowly.
âThen this will do.â
âHm?â
Smiling broadly, he takes a step forward and pushes back my hair from my forehead.
Iâm looking up at him while making eye contact.
Itâs the first time Iâve looked up at him. I couldnât react.
He draws closer to my face.
âHuh?â
He kissed my forehead.
All my thoughts come to a stop.
âThatâs fine, right? You didnât ask for permission last time either.â
âThatâs true.â
I spoke plainly, not wavering even in the slightest.
Iâm retorting with a plain face.
âItâs late, you should go soon.â
âYeah. Iâm satisfied. Bye, Chris. I wonât forget, and neither should you. Iâm the third prince, and your fiancé.â
He leaves without turning back.
When he disappears from my sight around the corner, I crumble onto the floor.
ââ¦â¦Dammit.â
What just happened? What exactly did he come here for?
Was he trying to say something? Was it by chance, or did he come here on purpose? Was his natural seeming behavior simply a bluff? Is he still in love with me?
Thereâs so much I want to ask and tell him.
But I only have one thing to say for now.
âYouâre embarrassing me, Charles.â
I donât have to look into a mirror to tell how red my face is.
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Meanwhile, at the Royal Palace:
Freesia: (Spill a drink onto her clothes and laugh at her, spill a drink onto her clothes and laugh at herâ¦â¦ Alright, nowâs the time!)
Freesia: âOh, my apologies. I did not seeâ¦â¦ Why are you grabbing my arm? Wait, M-Michelie?! Your eyes areââ
Michelie: âIâm not taking it out on you this has nothing to do with Charles getting ahead in the game you understand right Freesia heheheheheheâ¦â
Freesia: âEeeek!â