From that unfortunate day—the day that bastard confessed his love to Haruka—things spiraled out of control.
Knowing that he lived alone in a villa, he came to knock on the door every day to "visit" him;
Every evening, he would ask a neighborhood child to place a bouquet of roses in front of his door.
Almost every day, this guy would send one or even two cheesy "love letters" to his own mailbox;
Almost every time I'm about to leave the house, I "coincidentally" run into this troublesome guy in front of the door;
Even when Haruja was at home, whether reading, sleeping, eating, or taking a bath, she inexplicably felt a pair of particularly disgusted eyes staring at her.
I'm really afraid that one night, this guy will lose control of his temper, break in through the window, and then something amazing will happen...
Unthinkable!
For several days in a row, she lived in fear and her mental state was almost on the verge of madness.
"It's all my fault for not explaining my situation to him properly... Sigh... It's all that woman's fault; she came in just when I was about to get to the point."
Haruka lingered listlessly at the Alchemists' Guild.
She wandered aimlessly into the attached tavern.
If she could, she would like to stay here forever and never go home. However, the guild does not allow outsiders to linger here at moonrise, let alone stay overnight.
The girl rested her chin on her hands, looking annoyed.
"Miss, would you like something to drink?" The waiter asked as he approached Haruja, who had been sitting at the table without moving for a long time.
"Just a double black whiskey, on the rocks, please," Haruja responded to the enthusiastic waiter, mimicking how adults order drinks in a bar.
In fact, she had never tasted the so-called double black whiskey. As a minor, she had never even touched a drop of alcohol.
Haruka was only a fourteen-year-old girl, and according to the laws of the principality, she was not allowed to drink alcohol.
She had a doll-like, adorable face, yet her figure was more mature than that of a young woman, and she was currently dressed in black ducal fashion. As long as she didn't reveal her actual age, no one could tell the difference.
Isn't it said that adults drown their sorrows in alcohol when they're troubled?
"I'll give it a try beforehand," Haruja thought to herself.
“I’ve secretly seen my brother drink this kind of wine before… I heard it’s a bit sweet.”
But when he took the first sip, the pungent smell of alcohol surged from his heart to his mind, and his still-childish face turned red and contorted.
The sweetness was completely masked by the bitterness, and Haruja was unable to appreciate the "sweet beauty of wine" that adults so highly praised.
She clutched her wildly beating heart, her stomach churning.
It tastes awful.
"The wine doesn't taste good."
It was a male voice coming from not far away. It brushed past her ears and startled the girl, whose nerves were on the verge of collapse. She thought it was that guy who had been bothering her day and night again.
That wasn't the case. It turned out the voice belonged to a knight who had been sitting at the bar chatting before Haruka entered.
He walked towards the girl whose face was contorted in pain.
"Huh?" Haruka thought to herself that the man looked imposing and that he probably wasn't a bad person.
"Waiter, two glasses of frozen milk, with sugar, please."
The kind stranger replaced the bitter wine that Yao couldn't drink with frozen milk.
"Oh, thank you."
However, the girl still seemed to be refusing the drink in front of her.
The knight saw through the girl's thoughts.
"Milk isn't just for children. As a samurai, I also love milk."
Haruja picked up the frozen cup and took a sip, feeling the bitterness that had been twisting in her heart instantly ease.
Milk is definitely the most delicious food, so much better than those awful whiskeys.
Haruja began to recount her recent experiences to the stranger before her without any reservations or wariness.
The knight listened quietly to the girl's complaints and troubles.
Just then, Haruja suddenly spotted a familiar figure hiding outside the window.
Undoubtedly, it was this figure who caused Haruja so much trouble that he even wanted to leave Gransis, where he had always lived.
She stood up abruptly.
“Um…” Haruja put her hands together and pleaded softly, “Could you take me home? That pervert I was talking about… is here again.”
"Pervert?" The knight couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat at the girl's exaggerated and neurotic choice of words, but there was no denying it.
No matter what kind of girl she is, she would hate this kind of sleazy person.
Outside the guild gate. The figure who had followed the girl waited anxiously for a while before finally seeing her slowly emerge from inside, his heart pounding with excitement.
But then he noticed that a young knight in black armor had appeared behind her, and they were chatting and laughing together. His excitement was immediately dampened.
Haruja felt that this stretch of road at dusk was the safest he had walked in recent days, even in the past two weeks.
Not only was she accompanied by a kind knight, but her mood was also as bright as a sunny day. Finally, when they arrived at the gate of her own villa, Haruja reluctantly bid farewell to the young man.
"May I ask your esteemed name, sir?"
"Heh, no need to be polite. My name is Seris Dilanhart, and I belong to the Silver Wing Knights."
Upon hearing the familiar name, Haruja paused for a moment, then, as if suddenly realizing something, pulled out the letter her brother had left for her from her pocket.
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