Pilgrimage to Tofu – 2
My arm started to go numb. Even the legs that had been tightly sealed from earlier start to tremble little by little.
My body was constantly sending out signals about what was wrong, but I couldn’t bear to solve it. This situation is also my business.
“Hey…”
Still, I opened my mouth just in case—
“No.”
“Yes.”
Marghetta’s resolute refusal immediately kept her mouth shut. She couldn’t even speak yet.
“I won’t let you go until club time.”
After saying that, Marghetta hugged me tighter. As if he was complaining to me for already trying to run away.
What can I do if Marghetta is like this, not anyone else. Even if his body is a little flustered, he should be willing to accept it.
‘They let go during club time.’
At the same time, they are considerate. He is really too good for an ugly guy who ended up in prison.
With such gratitude, I put strength into the arm holding the marghetta, and as if satisfied, he rubbed his face against my chest.
‘It’s a bit embarrassing.’
In embarrassment, I averted my gaze.
It’s not because of the hug. It’s not like it’s been done once or twice, but now is there anything to be ashamed of?
Instead, the posture, the posture was too subtle.
‘It’s a shame there’s no one to come.’
I looked down at Marghetta, who still buried her face in my chest.
They weren’t hugged normally, they were hugged while sitting on my lap. Sitting on my lap, holding my lower body with both legs, facing each other.
Maybe I’m sensitive, isn’t this a bit strange? It seems that others will misunderstand you.
‘It doesn’t matter.’
You can’t come here without Marghetta’s permission in the first place, so it should be fine.
Yes, no problem. If I push Marghetta out because I’m a little shy, that’s not a human baby. How do you feel when you see something like that?
“Knife! Gwae, you’re fine, right? You’re not hurt anywhere? Meal, did you eat properly?”
I skipped the principal and went straight to the vice-president’s office in order to keep my promise that I would be the first to visit when I was released. As soon as she entered, Marghetta threw down her papers and rushed at her.
If you add a little bit of exaggeration to her, you can directly touch and check her from head to toe. It was so urgent and painful that I couldn’t avoid it.
“It’s okay. No problem.”
“All, thank you, hehe… I’m glad…”
It was only after she said it was okay several times that Margeta was able to calm down.
“Huhhhhh!”
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No, it didn’t seem real.
Marghetta, who burst into tears beyond the level of her weeping, patted my chest several times with her fist. Maybe she was hitting Marghetta, but no matter how you look at it, it was at the level of patting.
It didn’t hurt. However, she was heartbroken as to whether it was a mental attack, not a physical one.
“You’re too good! You said you’d never be locked up again! You said you’d never make me worry again!”
“I’m sorry…”
I couldn’t raise my head at Marghetta’s words as she poured out the sadness she had been holding back for five days.
Yes, she said so. To comfort Marghetta, who was worried about her probation, he promised that this would never happen again.
Of course, it was a promise that could not be kept. At that point, I only had one final letter left until I was detained. I don’t think this will ever happen again, there’s nothing strange about being locked up the next day.
But in front of people who are sad because of probation, ‘next time you might be detained.’ Where is the crazy bastard who says the same thing? That would be possible for the 2nd prince.
“Sit down now.”
“Oh, yes.”
And Marghetta, who raised her eyes fiercely, gave a brief command.
She seems to be trying to look scary in her own way, but honestly, far from being scary, she was cute. The feeling of intimidation I had while sniffing at the corner of my reddened eyes was bound to disappear. Although I cannot speak in front of the person concerned.
Anyway, as I ordered, I sat down on the sofa, and Marghetta sat on my lap, with her arms behind her back…
“Never let go. The knife is mine today.”
They declared war as if to be prepared.
There, ‘Aren’t I supposed to be skinny?’ It was the last conscience left as a sinner that did not fight back with the words.
‘If only this would ease my mind.’
He carefully stroked Marghetta’s hair. Even if it were yours for five days instead of today, wouldn’t it be right to follow it obediently?
Let’s keep it like this, at least until his chest is dry.
***
I couldn’t get my face off Carl’s chest.
‘I’m ashamed…’
As soon as I saw the knife, I went crazy. When he confirmed that nothing was wrong, relief and resentment struck at the same time.
… So, unlike usual, I couldn’t keep his dignity. What if you hate being called a lady with no dignity?
But it’s already too late. He wept bitterly in front of the sword and assaulted the man who had just been released. Even if Carl was disappointed by this, there is nothing to say.
But, still, it’s the moment when the prospective husband returned from prison.
‘How can I endure it?’
Carl said it was only five days, but he couldn’t understand it at all. Is this period important?
Those five days were more painful than ever, like being in hell. To the point where I’d rather go to jail if I could just pull out the knife.
Even now, I still shed tears when I think of Carl in prison.
‘I can’t do this…’
In embarrassment, I dug into Carl’s chest for no reason. And maybe because I was burying his face, I could feel Carl’s clothes getting wet with my tears.
Still, Carl hugged me without complaint. He stroked his hair like it was okay.
‘It’s warm.’
I hope it stays like this.
‘Forgive me.’
I hate being locked up without being able to keep my promise, but I hate being imprisoned instead of probation, but the hardest thing is probably the knife.
Let’s take a look. Yep, this is the only time really.
“Hey, Mar?”
“Absolutely not.”
While I felt the warmth that calmed my heart, Carl opened his mouth again.
I thought he would ask me to let him go again, so I immediately refused. There’s no way. I can forgive you, but only after you’ve calmed me properly. Not there yet.
However, Carl let out a small laugh as if he was embarrassed and continued talking.
“Do you have time on the weekend?”
I almost looked up at those words, but got down in a hurry. I haven’t looked in the mirror, but my face will be ugly now. Never show a face like that.
When I said nothing, Carl laughed again and stroked my hair gently.
“It is said that there will be a banquet to celebrate the birthday of Her Highness the Crown Princess at His Excellency’s Mansion this weekend.”
I nodded my head involuntarily because it was something I heard a while ago. My father invited me to go with him, but I declined because Carl was trapped and I was busy with student council work…
“I was also invited by His Excellency, but I don’t have a partner, do I? If I went alone, I hesitated because I seemed so insincere.”
When I heard that far, my heart was beating like crazy.
Weekends, banquets, partners. Having said this, if you don’t notice, you’re neither a noble nor a person.
‘Partner.’
It is a word that makes my heart beat. Carl and Partners. A banquet to attend with Carl.
It’s not even another banquet, it’s Her Highness the Crown Princess’s birthday banquet. It will be a banquet where famous people will gather. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a small New Year’s celebration.
Are you proudly attending such a meeting as Carl’s partner?
‘It’s the best.’
The corner of his mouth twitched. Just being there is a way to show off my relationship with Carl to the social world. One day after the banquet, the entire empire and the entire continent will know.
“Do you remember at the fair? At that time, Marr said he would like to be your partner if it’s okay…”
I remember. Because it’s a monumental day for Carl’s first dance.
And I was impressed. It was a passing sentence, but you remembered it well.
“Will you be my partner?”
“I’ll do it!”
Instinctively, I raised my head and wanted to say goodbye.
I didn’t want to show my face, so I stayed silent, but I forgot about it like an idiot.
“Thank you, Mar.”
Still, I felt relieved when I saw Carl smiling as if nothing was wrong.
***
From the start of the partner application, Marghetta’s mood suddenly rose.
Her eyes were full of laughter, and her face, which had been buried in her chest and not shown, was finally revealed.
‘If you laugh after crying…’
She had a very rude thought for a moment and shook her head hastily. You’re pretty when you cry and laugh, no matter what.
Inside, she apologized a little to Marghetta and moved her pace quickly. The conversation was longer than expected, so I was a little late for club time.
‘It’s the first day of my return.’
Torture that decorates return after absence with tardiness. Is there any other torture like this in the world?
She moved as quickly as possible, so she arrived at the club room in no time.
“Brother!”
“Sorry, I’m a little late.”
I skipped knocking and immediately opened the door, and Louise, who was wandering around the club room, rushed at me.
“It’s all good. I was wondering if you’re still underground…!”
Seeing Louise let out a sigh of relief, she only smiled wryly. You might think that if you don’t see the nobleman who is definitely scheduled to be released.
I patted her on the shoulder a few times to show that it was okay, and when I looked away, I saw other members approaching.
I was very grateful to them. She was worried that she might be rushing in to visit her, but fortunately, only Louise and Erich came.
‘To see what it will look like when it comes.’
Once the guard bit his tongue.
“Mr. Advisor, are you all right?”
Ryutis, who approached first, asked how he was doing. Unlike usual, with a face full of solemnity.
It’s strange that the guy who committed the novel teabagging of tofu cake during his probation is like this. I understand, but
‘Was this guy too harsh?’
When a friend undergoes tonsil surgery, they eat chicken right in front of their eyes and give Shooting Star ice cream as a gift. It’s a level that can be played in moderation.
However, after a serious car accident, if he can’t move his body, he can’t bear to tease him. That’s roughly how it works.
“It’s okay.”
Still, I was proud of the thought that he was a common sense person who kept the line.
Yes, our members are kind.
“Is there anything this time? I was expecting a little bit.”
Leutis laughed awkwardly when he brought out the general manager’s joke with a sense of satisfaction.
I’m sorry. This is the symbol of no fun, the deputy decoration Yuu-mer—
“I’m ready.”
?
‘This crazy.’
Why did you prepare it again?