Little Golden Ball? – 1
Peaceful holiday, peaceful academy, peaceful lodging.
It is a very happy thing to be able to stay in the dorm without having to go to work. If you want to lie down, lie down; if you want to sleep, you can sleep.
“Karl. Even on holidays, you shouldn’t lie down too much.”
“Okay.”
Advice from Marghetta approaching with a teacup. When I got up right away at the valuable advice, Marghetta smiled in satisfaction.
It is also peaceful. I feel like I’m having a more rewarding holiday when I have someone next to me who talks to me.
“It smells good. I’m sure you’ll like the knife too.”
Marghetta, still smiling, handed over the teacup.
A bright red tea. I didn’t have anything like this in my room, did Marghetta bring it?
“Thank you, Mar.”
“Whoops, it’s nothing special.”
This is also peaceful. How beautiful it is to spend a holiday enjoying the flavor of a new car.
Yesterday’s commotion is like a lie. If you spend a peaceful day like this, your tiredness will go away quickly. Going to work tomorrow can make you feel good.
Yes, I am happy. I am at peace. I’m amused… Me?
‘I’m not happy.’
Her self-suggestions, which she constantly repeated, were shattered.
She took a soft sip of her tea and looked at Marghetta. Then she smiled even brighter and showed the confidence of not avoiding her gaze.
“Do you like it?”
“Ah, yes. Great.”
At my reply, Margeta opened her arms.
Since she had no idea what she meant, I cautiously approached her and hugged her, and she hugged me tightly.
“Then can I accept this kind of award?”
“Of course.”
On the surface, the tone was asking for permission, but the answer I could give was decided anyway. How can you deny Marghetta?
It’s not that I’m asking you to hug me right now, but I have to do it even if I ask you to carry me around the academy grounds. Such is the situation.
As I stroked her back wholeheartedly, Margeta dug deep into my arms.
“It’s warm.”
Marghetta muttered in a languid voice.
“To the extent that I don’t want to give it up to anyone else.”
The hand that was stroking it almost stopped at those words, but it moved desperately.
If you just stopped at the right timing, it’s straight to hell. That much can be seen even in her lack of love experience.
“…Isn’t that a knife?”
‘Ah.’
I closed my eyes tightly at her strangely cold voice.
‘Were there two hells?’
I am still lacking.
After a few more hours of soothing Marghetta, I was able to have time alone.
Continuing from yesterday, my mind is exhausted today. But what can I do, it’s something I have to endure.
‘Marghetta must’ve been insane too.’
With that thought, she let out a sigh.
Okay, let’s not feel too unfair. No matter how hard I am, will I be as hard as Marghetta? How hard and painful it must have been for Marghetta, who had to fight the duke alone.
‘Is it a reaction?’
Thanks to you, Marghetta came to my dorm this morning.
I didn’t go to the vice president’s office. Marghetta ran directly to my accommodation. The Marghetta, who didn’t even come near unless it was a really big business, was in person.
“Mar?”
“Karl. Can you stay with me today?”
A person who can refuse even after seeing those desperate eyes must be a monster, not a human.
“Yes, Mar. I wanted to be with Marr too.”
So I accepted it without hesitation.
In a short word, Marghetta smiled brightly as if she had the whole world. No, maybe she’s trying to pretend she’s bright.
Even if it’s acting, I understand. Because while I was with Marghetta, I tried to pretend I was okay.
‘I’m going crazy.’
With no eyes to see, she lay back on the bed. Her brows furrowed involuntarily at the sight of her brittle hair.
‘Why.’
Since last night, I have been constantly thinking about it. Why, why?
‘Why me-‘
Thinking that far, she sighed again.
This is really unimaginable. If she told me just two days ago, she would have cursed at me for being crazy.
But surprisingly, it is real. Even now, I can’t understand it, but they whisper that everything is real.
‘Why do you like me?’
When the sentence she couldn’t bear to think of was completed in her head, she blankly looked up at her ceiling. I think I need to clear her head now to calm down a bit.
Of course, it was not completely emptied. Thoughts of Duke Ma kept running through her head, and she did not think of leaving.
I wondered if I was mistaken several times. I wondered if my excessive self-consciousness and unfounded self-confidence meant accepting goodwill as affection.
Does this make sense in common sense? Not someone else, but that Majonggong likes me?
‘It works.’
Surprisingly, it made sense. The heart has not yet acknowledged this result, but the reason is shouting that this is right.
I admit that I don’t have much experience in dating, so I’m the type of person who doesn’t notice. Judging from Erich’s lack of awareness, it must be a gene that this body has innately.
‘I don’t have any sense or brain.’
Still, there is a difference between being slow in grasping the situation due to lack of awareness and stupidity not being able to understand when there is information.
The appearance of Prince Mahjong at the banquet, and Marghetta who confronted him to the extent of being bizarre. At the time, I didn’t know because I was in a hurry to notice, but now that I think about it, it was an easy problem.
“Sweetheart. Would you like to dance with me?”
Actually, I don’t need anything else. What evidence could be more conclusive than the fact that the unmarried King Majong applied for a dance?
And the moment I realized that Ma Jong-gong had feelings for me, the words I heard before passed by like a kaleidoscope.
“I thought I had a special relationship with my baby girl, but it hurts to think it was a one-sided courtship.”
I never imagined that courtship was real courtship.
‘A courtship that the parties involved do not even know.’
For a moment, Prince Ma felt resentful. There is no courtship in the world where even the person being courted does not know that it is courtship.
If I had known from the beginning that Prince Ma had feelings for me, at least I wouldn’t have been as shocked as I am now.
‘…Is there anything different?’
He sighed incessantly while washing his face.
Okay, what would have changed if I knew it earlier? ‘Let’s get married for nothing!’ Can’t you say that I guess I was just running around.
The more she did, the more her patience would be tested, and eventually she would break out one day. A man who loves avoids himself, but there is no woman who can be calm.
‘It’s not long.’
My hands were shaking with tension. It’s a pity, but even now, Prince Majong’s patience is running out.
Whether I find out early or late, the fact that Ma Jong-gong had a crush on himself doesn’t change.
“It’s a pity. I wanted to be with my baby.”
Immediately after he died at the banquet thanks to the salvation of the noble Crown Prince, Prince Ma Jong looked at him sincerely as if it was a waste.
“Still, as Her Highness said, there is a New Year’s celebration, so we’ll have to wait for that day.”
He was Jonggong Ma, who smiled brighter than ever, but at that time, he was more scared than ever.
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New Year’s Celebration, the day when all the nobles gather to celebrate the New Year. That commemorative day became the date of my execution.
‘Damn it.’
It’s frustrating. Why does Ma Jong-gong like me?
He has been alone for over 100 years. Such a person in this day and age, he just picked me.
Will I come into the eyes of someone who has nothing to lack? Wouldn’t we only wait for a tragic future if we had a different lifespan in our hearts?
This is a difficult problem.
***
I drank too much for the first time in a while. I can’t survive without it.
And I have never felt so resentful of this body as now. I’d rather get drunk, but my body that has reached the state doesn’t allow me to get drunk.
It just cools down with the sensation of burning the esophagus and stomach.
“Marja. Are you okay?”
However, his anger, which had barely subsided, flared up again when he saw the precious maknae.
A face that smiles forcibly, eyes shaking as if anxious, lips quivering.
As expected, it looks like this. I expected that if I gave him time, he would get his mind right, but it was impossible to calm down in one day.
– It’s okay, father. I’m sorry for worrying you.
His heart felt like it would break at those words. Where do you think it looks good?
It was always like this. Marr grew old too early. It’s a bit childish and has good expectations, but I always try to solve it myself.
I heard that if you pamper your child too much, he will grow up immature. Why is it the opposite of drying?
‘Is it because of Varenti’s name?’
Maru knows where he is. Is it because he knows so well that he wraps her tender heart in thick armor?
But, isn’t it okay to show the inside between the same Varenti and the family? It’s just a little embarrassing. I’ve only seen Marr act like someone my age once.
“Ahhhhh! Daddy!”
Although the problem is that she only saw that once because of the damn guy.
Remembering Mar, who shed tears after being rejected by him last year, my teeth gnashed again.
‘Is it you again?’
This time too, Mar is sad because of you. She’s not even married yet, but she’s already giving her wife a hard time, can she still be called her husband?
If it is in front of my eyes, I want to put it on the ground right away. I want to bury it in the ground, leaving only my head. I feel relieved when I hear from him that he made a mistake.
‘How would you behave?’
A man named Marra has a match made in heaven. What the hell did he do to bewitch Ma Jong-gong?
Prince Majong, who had been alone all his life, had a heart for him. Then, isn’t that the problem with Ma Jong-gong, not with him? I decided to think so.
“Marja. Don’t worry too much. He has hair too, so will he leave you and look at another woman?”
He calmed his clenched fists and opened his mouth. The important thing now is not to punish him, but to comfort Mar.
“Love is not one-sided, but two-sided. No matter who is the other, they can’t interfere in your relationship.”
At those words, Marga cautiously nodded.
Fortunately, this was the correct answer. It seems that Marr wanted to hear her reassuring words.
“And is he the only one in the world? He says that if he loses his sight, he’s the only one who can do that. Find a better opponent and that’s it.”
But she overreacted to her sense of security that she had chosen the correct answer ─
– … ….
Marar stared at her with tears in her eyes without saying anything.
This is all because of him.