Translator: Cyrus
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The treetop is good.
I let out a sigh of relief after climbing the tall tree overlooking the premises.
As Iâm going through a splendid growth as a lady, I havenât been climbing trees recently. However, the large tree in the Noir house always calms me down. This tree has been alive since before my birth, which bears a great significance to the house. Whenever I lean my back against it, I can feel a warmth coming from it, as if itâs sharing its life force with me.
And most of all, its thick bushes and green leaves provide a good hiding spot for me.
âRelax, Chris. His Highness Charles isnât coming after you. Michelie is keeping him busy with the help of my sister. It will surely take him some time and effort to get away from the place.
âI seeâ¦â¦â
Surfania plainly reports the situation to me from below as Iâm sitting on a firm branch and hugging my knees.
Michelie is surely talented in socializing as she is able to show her good behavior. Thatâs only natural as sheâs never interacted with people before. Despite her unusual background as an adopted child, her innocent smile and friendly attitude are warm enough to dispel any ill feelings. One would smile without hesitation upon interacting with this angel. If Michelie were to use her angelic powers, even the evil spirits plaguing the political world would be purified in an instant.
I, on the other handâ¦
I ran away.
I, despite being born as a genius, ran away. I fled from difficulty without facing it. Yes, thatâs right. I shall admit it. I took to my heels. I ran away without trying to hide it.
I ran away from Charles.
I bite my lips, but that does not erase my blunder. Itâs too late for regrets, and I donât have the courage to go back and face him either.
Was I ever this pathetic?
âBy the way, Iâd like for you to explain to my sister that I left not on my own will, but because you dragged me out here, and I had no choice because youâre one of the hosts. I hope you understand. I donât want my sister to stick her nose into my affairs again, so explain it to her clearly, wonât you?
âIâll explain whatever you wantâ¦â¦â
Itâs too much trouble to debate against Surfania who is much too persistent with the excuse of running away together. I nod my head in approval.
By the way, Surfania is unable to climb trees. But for some reason, sheâs kicking the tree trunk. The tree is over a hundred years old, so thereâs no way a weakling like Surfania can kick it down, let alone shake it. So why is she doing it?
ââ¦â¦Stop kicking trees in peopleâs houses. What kind of a brute are you?â
âWell, I was wondering if I could make the wild person on the treetop fall off.â
ââ¦â¦â
I pick up a grasshopper crawling my way and drop it on Surfaniaâs head. She makes a funny scream.
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âIsnât that great, Surfania? Youâve learned that kicking trees will cause bugs to fall. Serves you right for kicking the great tree of the Noirs.â
âGrrâ¦â¦!â
Thatâs all Surfania manages to come up with as a retort. Sheâs probably glaring at me from below, but her eyes are blocked by the thick bushes and leaves.
âBut Chris.â
I get ready to drop another bug, but she finally stops kicking the tree and begins asking.
âHow long do you intend to keep running?â
Her words hurt more than I imagined.
âTo be honest, I didnât think you would run away like that. There were a lot of people who saw you, and their evaluation of you would surely decrease. In fact, it is only natural if strange rumors were to be spread after today. Even so, do you still intend to keep running?â
ââ¦â¦I will until I have calmed down.â
âYou havenât calmed down a bit after two years.â
It is as she says, so I have no way to refute it.
âIf nothing has changed in two years, how do you expect it to change in the future?â
ââ¦â¦â
Unable to muster the strength even to curse her, I bury my face in my knees.
I know that.
Even I know that. I can vaguely tell that if I continue letting my emotions roam free, thereâs no way I will calm down. Letting time pass hasnât changed anything. In fact, itâs only making it worse.
Surely, the best solution is to face Charles properly. As a genius, I come to this conclusion.
But, even still.
âBut itâs been⦠two years.â
Itâs simply an excuse, but itâs what I truly think nonetheless.
âIâve been running away from Charles for two whole years, you know?â
I know the answer, but my emotions betray me.
I was simply embarrassed in the beginning. I became aware of my own feelings, and I felt so embarrassed from an impulsive kiss on the forehead that it felt like my head was burning.
But after running away the first time, it became increasingly difficult to see his face. I became lost on how I should look at him or what I should say next. I became stiff after acting without thinking, and gradually began to feel even more frightening emotions.
I havenât been able to face him properly these two years.
Iâve simply been running away, leaving him to Michelie, sometimes to Father, and just once to one of the maids. How many times have I looked into Charlesâ face and talked to him in these two years.
Has Charles grown to dislike me?
I remember when I saw him at the party just now.
He wasnât smiling back then. He might have looked a little angry.
Iâm afraid of that.
Even as a genius, I am afraid of knowing the true intentions of others.
âHow am I supposed to face him nowâ¦â¦â
Itâs all my fault.
He did nothing wrong.
I had it coming, but when I think of the possibility that he dislikes me now, I canât help being afraid.
âHey, Chris.â
Surfania sounds serious. Her cool voice reaches straight to me as I fear her answer.
âWhy am I listening to your poem? Iâm getting goosebumps listening to it. Although I would much rather read an anthology sold in a market-â
ââ¦â¦â
In the middle of her speech, I shake a tree branch and drop a variety of bugs on her head. She ends up screaming loudly.