A tingling sensation spread from my fingertips, and then his intense emotions quickly subsided. The âhave a taste!â feelings always cool down quickly. And as the intense emotions disappeared, a sense of guilt was created immediately.
I also used violence. Even though I was frustrated with Kirsecâs immaturity, I also acted immaturely like this. The first time I hit him it was half intentionally, but I did it the second time. I closed my eyes because it was hard to look at Kirsec with guilt.
No matter how much I thought about it, Kirsecâs actions were not right. But I couldnât even say that my actions this time were right too. Why couldnât I stay calm? Anyway, I have to apologize for hitting him.
After taking a deep breath and controlling my emotions, I opened my eyes.
âIâmâ¦..â
But I couldnât finish my apology. Kirsec covered his cheeks and looked at me. But how do I explain it? That expression was really bizarre.
Like he was going to die of pain, but the resentment soars at me asking how can I hit him so hard, and yet he felt happy that I hit him? He hates pain, but somewhere in this pain, bliss seems to bloom? He was overflowing with such bizarre emotions. The words that I had managed to pull up pass back down to my throat on its own.
Whatâs wrong with him? I think heâs really happy he got hit. This is scary. Did he really want to be hit so passionately?
However, it didnât seem that the joy of being hit was not so great like how he had always wished to be hit. Seeing him twitching his cheeks and wrinkling his forehead seems to show him annoyed because of pain⦠Is there any thrill hidden in that pain?
I do not know. Itâs difficult and weird. Anyway, even now, after a certain amount of time has passed, Kirsec didnât make a fuss and was immersed in his own strange feelings.
Both Mrs. Seryl and Knight Henry were stiff with bewildered expressions. Seeing that their pupils were shaking like crazy at what I had done, but still not moving, it seemed that the Grand Duke had said something to them about this situation.
If so, I had to use it when the opportunity arises. With this, I decided to do something more daring. This is the worst situation, itâs better to go all the way.
âDonât force yourself like a baby. You said youâre all grown up! If you are the master, you have to be considerate of your guests as well. I like walnut pie. So Mrs. Seryl was considerate of me to eat it. But why would you start screaming?â
Kirsecâs eyes widened. And he glared fiercely at Mrs. Seryl, as if she hadnât informed him beforehand.
âDonât stare at Mrs. Seryl like that.â
âI, I didnât know.â
Kirsec gave me an angry look like the most unfairly treated person in the world. Iâm really amazed. Whether he knew it or not, it was his fault for getting so mad like that. Heâs the only one who gets upset every day, right?
Originally, people felt their own wounds the most, but Kirsec was especially worse. He was treated so preciously, so he must have taken it for granted. But I canât say âyouâre not mature because youâve grown up pampered, tsk tsk.â so I brought out the wrong things first.
âSo, change your habit of getting angry first. I mean, donât do bad things, keep throwing things away.â
I put my hand on my waist and pointed it out coldly. Throwing something is a habit. If he doesnât fix it now, he will keep throwing things, and his violent tendencies may become stronger as he grows older. So we have to set this right.
The strength on Kirsecâs shoulder, which had his eyes widened and filled with anger as much as my bewildered gaze, lost strength.
ââ¦.I understand.â
âYouâre going to throw things now?â
Kirsec, who was furious, gently touched his cheek and answered meekly again.
âI will try.â
I was not at ease with the compliant answer. Kirsec was hurt, scolded and upset, yet satisfied. The raised corners of his lips showed Kirsecâs joy. I feel bitter.
Again, what I did was violence. I didnât want to be a violent person who continued to use violence. Think about it. How savage will it look; a child who runs wildly and slaps people on the cheek? I felt like I was getting weird because of him. Now I donât know either.
It was ambiguous to continue tea time anyway, so the dayâs incident ended like that. I could not forget the expression on Knight Henryâs face that I saw at the end. Should I say itâs absurd? Should I say itâs cheerful? When the situation was settled, the knight was looking at us with a smile on his face.
What about my image? In the future, I will not be able to act as a cute and elegant little kid in front of Knight Henry. He will no longer treat me like a noble lady.
Still, the Grand Duke didnât say anything about the fact that I had hit Kirsec again, whether my guess was correct. He must have heard the report. As expected, the Grand Duke seemed to have put me next to Kirsec so that I would cold him instead.
So, did the Grand Duke give me the âinfinite immunity from slapping Kirsec in the faceâ? Is this creepy, what does it mean?
Still, the burden of slapping Kirsec lessened. Still, a different sense of ominousness rose in the corner of my heart. Somehow, such a feeling of uneasiness as if I would use this privilege often did not leave.
And as my sister said, my ominous premonition was never wrong.