Civil Servant in a Romance Fantasy chapter 63

Living together like a fairy – 2

Perhaps it was a penalty for breaking the promise to Later and giving advice to Erich. I definitely felt like I would fall asleep as soon as I closed my eyes. Is it the curse of the later? Eventually, it was club time, so I couldn’t fall asleep until the other four came.

“Lady Louise, Erich Youngsik. You came first.”

Ainter, who came in at the lead, was taken aback when he saw that only Louise and Erich were there, then looked at me stuck in the corner and said with a relaxed expression. It was not just two, but there were three, so he must have thought it wouldn’t be a big deal.

Unfortunately for Ainter, there were times when the two of us were alone while I was away. But surprisingly, even when they were alone, nothing happened. What a surprise.

‘Will there be a decision before graduation?’

The scramble for Louise must end somehow before these guys graduate. At least when the result of defeat comes out, I admit it and return home, because if the competition continues, I can survive in the empire even after graduation. Just thinking about it is really fun. It’s so much fun.

Still, if we go into overtime, I won’t have to keep an eye on these guys myself. I believe so.

“Oh, were there only three of us? If we had known it would be like this, we would have come out and played together.”

I quietly lowered my gaze to the floor at the words of Ryutis, who proudly discussed class escaping. Absolutely no second copy after graduation. Even if the original work had 2 or 3 parts, I would unconditionally end it at the academy 1 part.

I have to risk my life to do it for my mental health.

***

Last night, I heard the news that Carl had suddenly gone to the island.

– I heard that Prince Ma found him.

“Father.”

– …Yes, they found the knife.

My father is displeased with Carl for refusing to marry him, but on the other hand, he also likes Carl, so he still considers him as his son-in-law. That’s why even if I say something bad to Carl, if I ask for a correction, please listen. My father is also not very honest.

Anyway, the unexpected journey of swords. Fortunately, they said they returned in the afternoon, but it bothered me that Jong-gong Ma himself found it. Because Prince Majong is that, that… honestly, he cares a lot. So, as soon as morning comes, I’m on my way to the confectionery club room.

‘No way. I don’t think so.’

I think of His Excellency Majonggong’s appearance, and then I think about his age, and in the end, I remember that the blood of elves, not humans, flows. No matter how many thoughts come and go in a short amount of time. If, if what I think is right.

‘What if that person is also aiming for a knife?’

I bit my lip at a completely unexpected variable. He thought it was only me. I thought that this Marghetta Varenti was the only one who deserved to stand next to Carl. But what if Lord Majong intervenes?

‘No, it can’t be.’

I shook my head and shook my anxious thoughts. He has been alone for over 100 years. You can’t suddenly change his mind. You must have met on a public occasion. It definitely will, and it has to be.

Yeah, right now I’m just going to see a knife I haven’t seen in a while. I was going to visit you today, but I accidentally heard the news last night. It’s never because I’m anxious If you neglect the knife too much, the knife might get upset, right? Yeah, that’s it.

After calming myself down several times, I arrived in front of the club room, adjusted my clothes, and carefully knocked on the door.

“Carl Youngsik. Do you have one?”

But there is no response. It’s strange, you must be there at this time?

‘Could it be again?’

Did Lord Majong catch you two days in a row? It’s ridiculous, where is the use of power like that. You’re hurting I can’t do that even if I want to.

I opened the door, barely suppressing the resentment that came from deep inside. If you don’t have a knife, wait here. Even if you are absent, you will eventually return to the club room. Carl would be sorry I waited.

“…Carl Youngsik?”

And when I entered the club room, I was quite surprised by what I saw. There were knives. What is different from usual is that he just lies face down on his desk and sleeps. You couldn’t answer because you were sleeping.

Intrigued by the first sight, I quietly approached Carl. It was the first time I saw Carl sleeping, but I never thought I would see him like this. I thought I would only see them after we got married and lived in the same mansion.

‘As expected, he’s handsome.’

Looking at Carl’s face, he nodded in satisfaction. How pretty will the child born to Carl and me be? Is it black hair and green eyes? Or red hair and black eyes? Maybe there will be a daughter who looks exactly like Carl, or a son who looks like me.

It doesn’t matter either way. Black and red go well together, so anything will be pretty. Whoop whoop whoop…

‘…White is…’

A thought suddenly came to my mind and I bit my lip again. What is the combination of black and white? Never fit

When I saw Carl sleeping comfortably apart from my burning inside, I felt a little heartbroken. I’ve been anxious since last night, but someone is sleeping comfortably. No matter how much it was a knife, I hated it as much as it is now.

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No matter how much the knife is mine, I can wait until it comes to my side, but I can’t help but worry about it whenever I go around here and there.

‘Mine?’

My gaze turned to the knife’s mouth. Mine, now mine that roams around. Then… Wouldn’t it need the owner’s mark?

As if possessed by something, he pointed his face at the knife, but later came to his senses and hurriedly pulled his body back. No, I can’t waste my first time like this. What does the first time Carl can’t remember mean?

In embarrassment, I turned around and used a fan to cool my face. No matter how anxious I was, no, what was the anxiety? No matter how much I feel sorry for Carl, who neglected me for so long, I almost left too quickly.

“Mar? When did you come?”

And not long after, I heard Carl’s voice.

Oh, I almost got into trouble…

***

The dream of sleep that I couldn’t achieve yesterday was realized as soon as I went to work in the club room. And when I opened my eyes again, I saw Marghetta, who looked very embarrassed.

‘I could have been in trouble if I opened my eyes.’

In fact, breaking was broken right away. I thought it was a long time until the sound of the door opening, but when Marghetta came closer, I woke up because of the presence. I tried to greet her, forcing her tired body to stand up, but her instincts stopped her.

It wasn’t just coming close, it was close enough that Marghetta’s breath touched her face. I don’t know what’s going on with her eyes closed, but I know one thing. It seemed that if I opened my eyes now, an awkward situation would unfold between Marghetta and her, which I wouldn’t see for a while.

So, as soon as she felt Marghetta pull away, she immediately opened her eyes and got up. Fortunately, the terrifying awkwardness my instincts warned me about seems to have been successfully avoided.

“Ah, Carl Youngsik. Are you awake?”

Although she greets her casually as if nothing happened, Marghetta’s face is already so red that it is hard to tell her hair apart. No, she’s trying to pretend she didn’t know at best, but what if the person in question still does?

“I’m sorry, Mar. You greeted the guest in a sleeping state.”

“It’s okay. I came here suddenly, right?”

He covers his mouth with a fan and smiles. It’s just one word, but when I tried to divert the topic to another place, I felt desperately participating. Poorly. If I had opened my eyes quickly, I would have seen Marghetta running away crying.

I can’t see what Marghetta was going to do because I closed her eyes, but I can guess. No, she’s an idiot for that if she doesn’t notice in the first place. I am not Erich.

“Thank you for saying that.”

“Whoops, thank you.”

I smiled bitterly at Marghetta’s smile. Do I have the right to call Erich an idiot? That’s what I thought. In a way, I am more evil than Erich.

“Oh, you’ve kept the customers standing. Have a seat. Would you like some tea?”

More than that, it reminded me that I didn’t even recommend a seat to Marghetta. Both of them were still standing still because they were distracted for various reasons. And at my belated recommendation, Margheta shook her head slightly and refused.

“I’m fine. You’re more worried about Carl Youngsik than me? You seem very tired.”

“It’s not like that. My body is a little heavy.”

“That’s what you call tired.”

Marghetta tilted her head, looked through her club room, and opened her mouth again.

“If you’re tired, stay in the vice president’s office. There’s a place to lie down.”

I know that because I went in and out of the vice president’s office during the preparations for the expo. The sofa there was big enough for one person to lie on.

“It’s okay. I won’t bother Mar.”

“Really? I don’t think it’s a lung, so you can come.”

The way he spoke with a smile on his face seemed to firmly say that he would not accept rejection. Here ‘By the way, Mar, what did you do while I was sleeping?’ Although it is possible to repulse immediately by saying that.

‘It’s inconvenient, but.’

In the club room, at most, all you have to do is lie face down on a desk and sleep. A situation in which fatigue builds up while sleeping to relieve fatigue. In the first place, it would be strange if there was a sleeping space in the room for confectionery.

Still lying in the dormitory is too much like Lupine on a monthly salary, and it stings my conscience. Besides, it’s even more difficult when you think of the distance you have to go back to work when something happens at the academy after staying in the dorm.

“Then would it be all right if I took care of you?”

“Of course.”

I feel like I’ve become a pillar of life, but that’s how it turned out.

If I had a hard time sleeping in the club room, my heart was tired in the vice president’s office.

“Oh, Carl Youngsik. You can sleep more.”

“It’s okay. That’s enough for now.”

He told me to lie down on the sofa, so I did, but Marghetta sat down and started to watch her work. A 3-year-old young lady is working right next to her, and an adult sleeping well? It is a disaster that even those who have worn out the triangle in their heart will feel the pain.

So I woke up terrified, and Marghetta stared at me in silence and pressured me to lie down again. I really slept thanks The tiredness was gone, but my heart ached. What would the Sangvisi’s expression look like when he heard the news?

“If you’re tired, come visit me anytime. I’m fine.”

Unfortunately, I’m not okay.