Formerly, The Fallen Daughter of the Duke

18. Approaching

It’s been about a month since Claire came to Papeet country.

There was pressure in the Noston Nation to play the role of Duke’s Lady perfectly, but Claire was free at the Royal School in Puffett Country.

Nicolas caught my eye early in school. Yet other students distanced me from “His Highness’s friend” Claire, but I am blessed with a friend named Marquis Lydia who doesn’t move into anything, and I am able to live a pleasant school life.

He successfully passed the same Class A as Lydia and Vique in the class division tests, taking classes in the morning and personal lessons in sorcery in the afternoon, and Claire’s academic and witchcraft arms were dizzying and improving.

Miss Isabella of the Lehne family, where Claire tutors, is an honest, stretched-out girl who looks like she’s 13.

Every time I looked at Claire with sparkling eyes and saw her admiring me as’ Claire Sister ‘instead of a teacher except for study time, Claire seemed happy to have a sister again.

(… it’s going to be more and more fun)

The night before the holidays, Claire was writing a diary in the Lehne family’s private room, thinking back about the past month.

“… so”

Claire looks back from her desk set in the corner of the room.

“I wonder why the prince is here again, Vik”

“That’s good. He said he was here to see your face.”

Standing on the inside of the curtain, Veek, with his arms around him, laughs bitterly as if he enjoys Claire’s reaction.

In the past month, the two of them had become mostly close.

However, even the Royal School faces each other every day, but we don’t have more conversations than greetings based on our first day of reflection.

Originally, because Vik is not the kind of person you can talk to if you don’t go through the proximity.

The two at the Royal School were at a distance under Claire’s judgment that the first day’s lapse should be weathered and forgotten if Vike didn’t even come to speak to Claire.

Then why did you get close, because this is how Vik visits Claire’s room, as he does every day.

“If so, please come through the front entrance”

“Are you sure? Then it’s really coming.”

“… make another joke!

That being said, Claire wasn’t much better.

Vique’s light mouth is comfortable and fun.

When I think I captivated people with a bright smile, I instantly return to the eyes of the First Prince, inspired by mundane things.

I’m just traveling around the country every vacation and I’m knowledgeable, and my head spins fast.

Now, on the journey from the Noston country, it was affectionate and gentle.

“But are you sure you’re okay with coming to this place every day? Though I hear you have a lot of official business and work.”

“Of course, I’m doing it right. I’ll give you a few minutes.”

Claire, who noticed the heat engulfed in Veek’s words, changes the subject.

“… Tomorrow is a holiday, which is your official business?

Vike had thus often come to show Claire an understandable favor.

Claire also knew it could be a scandal for both Vik and Isabella if it came to light that the First Prince was in and out of the Baron’s house with a 13-year-old warrant, but somehow she didn’t seriously refuse to visit.

Vik’s trust in his gentlemanly behavior also held it back.

“Tomorrow, I have a pile of paperwork. It’s canned with Keith in the office.”

Vik answers softly.

(Keith must still be waiting for Veek to come home in the office…)

(Ah…!

Claire imagined the sight of the royal palace, and, uh, an idea came to mind.

“Hey, next time, can I borrow Lewis?

“Lewis? Fine, but why”

Vik asks strangely.

“I heard about the special library in the Royal Palace this week in a personal lesson on sorcery. He said he had contraindications about all sorts of magic and legends…. They also have a detailed record of the doomed country, so I wanted to see it.”

“… you mean that……. oh ok”

Materials stored in a special library in the Royal Palace are all important to the country.

It’s a place you can’t get in without an escort from a royal nobleman.

Tomorrow, okay?

“Yeah, of course I’m fine. But tomorrow, suddenly, it’s bad for Lewis.”

“No, I’ll go”

“Huh.”

In an unexpected response, Claire makes a loose voice in between.

“Um, not supposed to be canned in the office tomorrow…”

“No, I’m going to finish it as soon as I get home. Keith will be lonely by himself.”

Veek got up from the couch where he sat at some point and even came to the desk where Claire sat.

And whine as you gently stroke the pocket watch placed on your desk with your thumb.

“When I thought I finally said I was coming to the royal palace, what is Lewis and the library…”

“Phew.”

The tone of being too obstinate is adorable and makes me laugh.

……

At that moment, Claire was thrilled when Vike’s emerald green eyes came too close.

“By noon, I’ll definitely be done…. waiting in the royal palace”

Vike whispers with a serious voice that I don’t think he was tapping lightly until just now.

Leaving Claire, who was amazed and solidified, Vike left with a light foothold and quietly closed the window of the room.