Civil Servant in a Romance Fantasy chapter 64

Give me back my fairy!

You get used to things you don’t want to do at first. That’s why there is a saying that the triangle in the heart will eventually wear out.

“Mar. I’m here.”

“Welcome, Carl Youngsik. Good morning.”

And that’s how I am now. Although the confectionery club room was created by the academy with great care, it is not fundamentally a space for people to stay. Wait, it’s a place used for confectionery purposes.

In that situation, I got to taste the comfort of the vice-president’s office, and I was bored with living in the club room alone for a long time. I was thinking about getting a book, but I was secretly glad to be with someone like this.

Marguetta seems like it would be okay to come anytime, so I’m checking attendance every day despite the rudeness.

“I brought it today too.”

“Thank you as always. It’s really okay to come empty-handed.”

“Can you do that?”

Of course, it is difficult to continue wearing the title of ‘a sloppy adult who plays next to a young lady younger than herself while working hard’. However, unlike the preparation for the fair, helping Marghetta is not my domain, but it is a difficult task.

So after thinking about it, I brought snacks every morning. Because this is all I can do right now. It might help if you fill up the sugar with snacks in between using your brain. Because it is a cookie, it is easy to eat.

But Marghetta refused even that.

“I’m fine. It’s enough to come empty-handed.”

“If I don’t do something like this, I won’t feel at ease. I don’t think I’ll be able to visit you because I don’t have face.”

“If so…”

And with my earnest persuasion, I finally started receiving cookies. You have to pay even when staying at a cheap accommodation, but it’s a pity not to pay anything while staying in a luxurious room like this. Marghetta, which I hesitated at first, is now eating it naturally, so I’m glad.

‘It would be fine if I brought more.’

Let’s ask Louise to make more than usual today as well.

***

Karl brought cookies today too.

‘It’s really okay to come empty-handed.’

Actually, the first time Carl brought me the cookies, I had a bad memory. The incident that happened in the confectionery club room before the fair. It was because I experienced a terrible taste that I had never experienced in my life and the fear that I wondered if a knife was pushing me away at the same time.

Fortunately, I was relieved to know that Carl had given it as a favor, but the taste that I did not want to eat again remained in my mind. So at first, I flatly refused, but why did Carl say he wouldn’t come unless I got this.

Being alone instead of eating horrible cookies and staying with knives and protecting your taste buds. If you have to choose between the two, it’s definitely the former. Happiness will come if you endure the pain for a while, so I was able to endure it. And as soon as I ate the cookie, I knew that it was a meaningless worry.

‘Why is it delicious?’

Today, I took out a new cookie from Carl and ate it. Delicious. I still don’t know why, but it’s really delicious. It’s not relatively delicious, prepared for the bottom of the floor, but it’s delicious compared to other things.

On the first day I received the cookie, I was prepared to eat it at the same level as I ate in the club room, but it was delicious. And when there were such normal cookies, I thought to myself why they gave me cookies like that back then. Did you really try to push me away, but the next day you felt better and welcomed me?

I still can’t forget what Carl said when his head was dizzy from the extreme confusion.

“Mar seems to like it, so I brought a lot.”

To say that I brought the cookies because I sincerely thought I was eating well. Judging by the look on his face, he wasn’t even joking.

I think I can eat well. Because I managed my expression as much as possible in front of the knife. But you thought I liked it and brought you cookies with obviously different flavors? It wasn’t just a day or two to say it was a simple mistake.

I turned my gaze slightly and looked at Carl lying on the sofa. I know that people who have experienced war often complain of abnormal symptoms. As a member of the Duke of Varenti, I have heard a lot. And I know that Carl now shows one of those symptoms.

‘How nice…’

It’s unfortunate. I want to hug Carl and comfort him right now. But the person concerned doesn’t care, but doesn’t say anything, do I deserve it? Couldn’t the knife have been hiding more because I approached it clumsily?

After all, from the first day until now, I have been thinking about it and not being able to move. But opportunities will surely arise. In time, the knife will show the wound, and I will be able to caress it. Yes, definitely will I will always be with you so that you can confide in me comfortably someday.

‘…So why is this so delicious?’

I understand why Carl brought a different cookie than before, but I still don’t know why that other cookie popped out of the club room. I’m sure he brought what he always ate, but why is the taste so different?

***

At the end of club time. Louise filled my cookie tin full of cookies and handed it to me.

“Here! I made more than usual!”

“Thank you. Marr ate well too.”

“Hehe, I’m glad.”

Louisé smiled brightly as if she was happy to see someone other than me eating her cookies. How grateful I am that they do not show any dislike even though they ask for mass production for a few days. Of course, I was puzzled at first when I asked for it to be doubled.

“Twice is too much? You won’t be able to eat it in one day.”

“To give to Mar as a gift.”

The look in his eyes suddenly changed at those words, and he put away the dough he was making and started anew. I said I didn’t have to do that, but I was so determined that I couldn’t stop it. If you think of it as a craftsmanship, something was cool.

The cookies made with Louise’s passion are also eaten with satisfaction by Marguetta. It’s only natural that I put more effort into making cookies that I used to eat well.

“I’ll ask you again tomorrow.”

“Yes!”

It’s so comfortable to have such a great manager. This torture is very satisfactory.

Since the vice president’s office is attached to the student council room, there is no choice but to go through the student council room. It was not a problem to go through the student council room because I had formed a friendship with the president with the free pass for civil servants, but the atmosphere was strange today.

When I opened the door to the student council room with a light heart, the eyes of the seven student council members were all at once. What is it, why are all the normally scattered kids gathered?

“Ah, inspector.”

Chairman frowns, then looks at me and clears his face. It seemed that he was about to get up from his seat, so I waved his hand to dissuade him.

“Did you come when I was busy? Excuse me.”

“No. The meeting just ended.”

“I’m glad.”

What is the end? Anyone can see that I came in on the way.

However, ‘there is nothing to say to each other, so the meeting is not progressing, and there is no justification for ending it, but the superior person came and ended the meeting for entertainment.’ The eyes of the chairman aiming for the situation are really familiar, so I decided to let it go. Seeing that he was already doing that, he was born with the qualities of a good civil servant.

“The inspector is served by the vice president.”

“Okay.”

And I naturally attached it to Marghetta, my goal. After a year, a child like that becomes a civil servant. The future of the empire is also bright.

“I’m sorry, Carl Youngsik. I greeted you firmly because I had something important to do.”

“It was me who interfered, so I should apologize.”

“Huh, thank you for saying that.”

When I entered the vice president’s office, Marghetta shook her head to apologize first. It was my fault, so it’s something I should apologize for.

“By the way, Mar. What about the meeting?”

“Ah. Is that it?”

Marghetta let out a small sigh at my words and sat down. If a student council meeting had been scheduled in the morning, Marghetta would have informed her in advance, and now that the exams are over, there are no issues that would bring the student council together. Then something unexpected happened.

“Originally, the academy schedule was empty around this time of year.”

“Yes, I know.”

There is no proper schedule at the academy right after taking the fair and exams in a row. Consideration for the recovery of physical strength of students who have already burned their bodies and minds. Well, that was until last year.

“Then did you hear that school trips start this year?”

“Of course.”

I know. As soon as the academy dispatch was decided, I checked the academy schedule. How dumbfounded I was when I saw that the four letters of school trip, which obviously did not exist until last year, were proudly embedded in the itinerary.

A school trip? What kind of school trip is it in a European fantasy? No matter how romantic it is for the main characters, this is too much. It gives off an air of open air that things are about to explode.

“Because it was my first school trip, I had a lot of worries about the location. Originally, it was my first time, so I planned to go to a suitable nearby manor—”

After saying that, Marghetta suddenly looked at me. What is it, what are you trying to say?

“Yeah, I had a job in the middle. I decided to go to the boyar.”

“Yes?”

My head froze for a moment at the words of Marghetta, who carefully opened her mouth. Boyar? Is it the boyar I know? No, maybe there were several regions called boyars?

“What about boyars?”

I asked with my last hope that it wouldn’t be, but Marghetta answered firmly while slightly avoiding her gaze.

“You’re the boyar Carl Youngsik thinks of.”

‘Damn it.’

I ended up closing my eyes at the gruesome confirmation kill. Yes, there can’t be many areas called boyars. There is only one place called Boyar in the whole continent as well as in the Kfellofen Empire.

It’s amazing. In just one day, he was captured by Ma Jong-gong and confronted Jeon Seung-gong one after another. This was just a few days ago. I finally wanted to escape from the duo’s shock.

‘Is it a golden ball this time?’

Achieved a triple. Boyar, officially known as Boyar Duchy. A territory where the Duke of Boyar, called the Golden Ball, is holding out.

At most, I realized that the academy was a fairy, but leaving the academy wasn’t enough, so I went to Boyar on a school trip? It’s a boring joke. Unfortunately, Marghetta is okay with everything else, but she lacks a bit of a sense of humor.

Please, I’d rather say it was a joke. It’s not an initiation and development crisis, it’s just a crisis crisis crisis.