I Became a Childhood Friend With the Villainous Saintess chapter 62

62 – Baron Isquente (4)

The bed was restless all night.

I couldn’t easily forget Sirien’s smiling face, saying he would grant my wish.

For some reason, the more she tried to shake it off, the more it disturbed her mind.

A dazzling smile. The sunlight shining down and the hand that guided me.

And the eyes that seemed to want an answer.

Because her mind was so confused, she had to come back from the parade ground late at night for no reason.

Only after losing some of her stamina was she able to clear her mind of pointless thoughts.

It’s my night Anyway, time passed and it became the day of the festival.

The village, which had been full of anticipation since yesterday, was bustling with a cheerful atmosphere.

Merchants who packed their bags loudly promoted their goods, and delicious food lured people with its fragrant smell.

Although the street looked crude, it was richly decorated.

As the Baron boasted, it didn’t look bad because it seemed to smell like people were living there.

“Razen, let’s go from there! “I want to eat that!”

Sirien did not hide her excitement.

It seemed like I was the only one who cared about yesterday’s words.

Sirien ran ahead of me in the crowded crowd.

The sight of me leading my arm forward felt quite foreign.

I always planned to protect her from the front, but especially at times like this, just following Sirien behind was too much.

…… I wasn’t stupid either.

I had noticed that Sirien’s feelings had at some point gone beyond her friendship as a childhood friend.

But she couldn’t help but hesitate.

A child who has been with me since childhood. Sharing love with someone I was supposed to protect made me feel guilty.

Moreover, Sirien did not have the opportunity to meet many people.

Could it be that she had nowhere else to project her lost emotions but me?

If Sirien had followed her path as a grand princess, she would have never been connected to me.

Then – if I accept her Sirien’s feelings without any worries as I desire now.

Wouldn’t I be taking advantage of her Sirien’s misfortune?

That wasn’t enough. I couldn’t tarnish our journey in such an ugly way.

“I guess this is it. Bread with plum jam. It also looks pretty. “It’s round.”

“Shall we try them one by one?”

“Yes. “Give me two of these!”

The bread that Sirien was expecting was actually closer to a pie than a bread.

Plum jam was inside the pie, baked in the shape of a small plate.

Although it was a bit rough, it could be called a tart.

As soon as we received the plum jam tart, we took a bite of it.

A taste as sweet as it is violent. Sirien, who was purring her mouth, looked at me and her eyes sparkled.

She points at the tart with her finger and opens her palm wide.

“They’re so delicious, they’re asking for five more.”

“hahahaha! Thank you!”

I handed over the money to the owner and received a paper bag.

I looked at Sirien, wondering if he should take out another one, but there was a crumb left on Sirien’s cheek.

Since you don’t know, I’ll have to clean it.

I brought her finger closer, and her pretty face looked puzzled but waited for my hand.

While putting the crumbs in my mouth, my lips lightly touched her fingers.

The lips were moist and soft.

Suddenly, Sirien blushed and avoided my gaze.

I couldn’t bring myself to look, so I moved forward first.

Since there are a lot of people, it would be better for me to open the way in front.

That was the reason.

We walked down the street in silence for a few minutes.

“Razen. “Would you like to come here for a moment?”

“Huh?”

“Puhup. “Try this one.”

I wondered what they had called me for, but a roadside vendor was selling headbands with animal ears.

Sirien chose cat ears and put them on me, then burst into laughter.

“Ahahahahaha! “What, why do we hang out together?”

“Eight. “What is this shame?”

“Oh, don’t take it off! You say it suits you well? Phew. “Please spend a little more time.”

“Then you can use one too.”

“Huh?”

And so I ended up walking around the streets wearing cat ears and Sirien wearing fox ears.

When one of the two tried to take off their headband, the other side tried to stop them – so we had to continue fighting without a winner.

No. Actually, I was a winner.

To be honest, the animal ears worn by a man like me had no value.

But Sirien’s animal ears were a different story.

Large white fox ears. The soft, fluffy feel went well with Sirien’s rich silver hair.

The corners of his ears were slightly drooped, and in harmony with his rosy face, he showed off his extraordinary destructive power.

If I could see more of that, I would have been willing to endure the embarrassment.

Our fight continued while we had lunch together, and ended only when we left our portraits painted by a street artist.

“hehehe, it’s really amazing. “How do you draw something like this?”

For the first time, it was something worth being grateful to the author of the original work.

Painters who draw portraits with pencil on the spot were originally a sight that could not be seen in this era.

It was probably an added setting for the dating scene between the heroine and the crown prince, and we got to see the benefit of it.

I sat still and waited for about 30 minutes to an hour.

Painters who created paintings quickly put drawing paper into wooden frames.

Sirien was so excited that she put a generous amount on the tip and hugged her picture frame in her arms.

We decided to exchange pictures with each other.

I received Sirien’s painting, and Sirien received mine.

In the picture, Sirien had a bright expression and a gentle smile.

“Look at this, his eyes are exactly the same as yours. “This place is especially well drawn.”

“Is that so? “They say it looks too fierce.”

“Who said that to you? All of that is said due to a lack of insight. From now on, if anyone says such nonsense, I will scold them.”

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I stopped by the baron’s residence to pick up a painting and leave it behind.

The festival continued even after we looked at the newly renovated garden and took a nap while sitting on a bench together.

As the sun was setting, it felt like the heat was getting hotter.

The smell of alcohol was already starting to smell everywhere.

At the center of it all was a performance that had just begun.

“Razen, isn’t that where a lot of people are gathered, the performance has started?”

“That’s right. “Let’s go see it before there are too many people.”

The stage I saw yesterday was, as expected, prepared for a performance.

When we arrived, clowns were already performing tricks on a large ball.

Are you good at acting? It was quite thrilling to see it as it looked as if it was about to fall.

In particular, Sirien tightened her hands every time it seemed like the clown was going to fall.

What that meant was that Sirien was holding my hand and watching the performance.

The eyes filled with innocence were directed towards the stage.

At some point, I became more interested in Sirien rather than the performance.

I could see the mouth slightly opening and then closing. Exclamations like ‘Oh!’ Or ‘Wow!’ Kept coming out.

A smile as bright as a child. Before heading to the cabin, it was the same face she showed when she was at the castle.

You still kept it.

For some reason, a part of her heart felt hot.

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“Razen. What did I get on her face?”

“Huh? Uh oh. “There’s something like dust.”

“Really? It seems like I keep seeing it. Then take it off.”

“Wait a minute.”

I guess I was just staring at it without realizing that time was passing.

I brushed off dust that wasn’t there with a lame excuse.

Sirien blinked her eyes and took something out of her arms.

It was candy.

The candy I bought while looking around her stall before coming came straight into her mouth.

I tasted grapes in my mouth.

“That candy was delicious. “I think you’ll regret it if you don’t try it.”

“That’s it.”

“Aha. “You can eat everything and talk.”

After the clowns’ performance, it was the orchestra.

Various instruments were prepared on stage and soon the performance began.

The music was passionate and exciting rather than calm like a social dance.

There was also a song I heard several times here.

It was a song that usually encouraged listeners to dance.

Was this the arrangement aimed at from the beginning?

There were no chairs around the stage, but there was a fairly large empty space.

Before we knew it, people around us started dancing, looking for partners one by one.

Sirien has always liked singing and dancing.

Even when she was in the cabin, she would often sing to herself, and even at the castle, she was said to be talented and was put on the list of maids.

The night she lit a bonfire. Even then, Sirien danced happily.

‘Bonfire… ….’

Just as another random thought appears.

Sirien suddenly thrust her head in front of me.

“What are you thinking?”

“Not much, nothing.”

“Really? So are you going to keep leaving me like this? “It’s the man who asks for the dance.”

“It must be clumsy. “It’s been so long since I learned it.”

“Since when did we start talking about things like that?”

Sirien giggled.

Yet, her eyes looking at me without saying anything somehow felt like urging.

Requesting a dance? What should I say?

In the cabin, we could hold hands and move our bodies as we wanted.

But we were no longer children. Sirien has grown to the point where she can now be called a lady.

She didn’t want to be treated so cruelly.

Even if she racks her brain, she can’t come up with an appropriate line.

In the end, I had to say something that I always thought was very boring, too obvious, and even offensive.

“…… Would you like to dance a song, Lady?”

“Okay, my knight.”