Domé al padre del protagonista masculino - Capítulo 8.2
I have always been living with the possibility of manifestation in mind.
It was because of the novel’s setting that every child in Déldea would express themself.
Whether weak or strong, si sobrevivieron, the probability of manifestation was high.
Como para mí, my case was an extremely exceptional case.
But it was still before the ceremony. I couldn’t be reassured.
If I show any sign of being a Deldeas blood relative, the knights will search for me like ghosts will cut my throat.
‘Urg, imagining this I got goosebumps.’
I was rubbing my arms, thinking of the worst situation.
Repentinamente, la puerta se abrió, and Devoir appeared in a stylish tuxedo with a bow tie.
The shape of the hair that had been trimmed or raised exceptionally stood out.
Bien, it was a different outfit.
I looked at Debuard, and he did the same.
Al poco tiempo, sus ojos se agrandaron.
Devoir’s mouth opened slowly.
Before Jien could ask who came he shut the door.
"Qué, Qué era?”-Jien
“It was the young master.”
Jien turned her head as if in bewilderment. En ese tiempo, the door opened again with a humming sound.
The force was so strong that it was enough to make a hole in the wall.
Sin embargo, Devoir didn’t have the delicacy to worry about such a thing.
He came running to me and hugged me, and held me in my arms.
lo que sea que haya pasado, he was glowing red and charged all the way to like a Bull.
"Lirio!!"
"Qué ocurre?"
"No, sólo."
Si, no pasó nada. But he was so proud to hold me in his arms.
Por supuesto, it didn’t happen in a day or two.
I was his attachment doll and babysitter.
Dejo escapar un profundo suspiro.
Devoir raised his hand and fiddled with my hair tied in pigtails.
Hesitancy was evident from the fingers that touched the tips of his hair over and over with brackish hands.
Por alguna razón, he couldn’t raise his head and kept his eyes on the floor.
Behaving differently than usual, I looked at Ar and put my hand on his head.
Luego, I gently stroked his hair, trying not to damage his fashioned hairstyle.
“You’ve been beautifully dressed.”
"Mm-hmm."
Devoir still frowned with his head bowed.
Luego, repentinamente, sacudió la cabeza.
Two clasped hands were full of strength.
Soon he spoke in a firm tone.
His determined eyes were shining brightly as if he had made a great vow.
“I want to marry Lily!"
"Eh"
“Let’s wear wedding clothes and get married!"
The words came out of the blue.
I looked at him and nodded gently.
Devoir seemed to be obsessed with me.
There was no need to ponder everything he said.
"Sí."
"En realidad?"
Devoir’s face suddenly turned deep red.
He asked Jien for a piece of paper with a happy expression.
“Then let’s takes vows!"
What a thoughtful guy.
I signed on the piece of paper that Debuard had scrunched up hard.
De hecho, there was no signature.
All I had to do was draw a flower shape.
Ar seemed to like it, so he folded the paper tightly and put it in my hand.
As I was looking at the paper, Debvoir came up to me and asked.
“Are you bored?"
"No."
“Then are you sleepy again?"
"Oh, un poco?"
Ahora que lo pienso. el sol ya se estaba poniendo.
It seemed that the time had just turned like this because I was fusing about the dress and vows.
I untied the hair that Jin had tied hard.
There were traces of how tightly she tied my bright red hair.
'Puaj, my head hurts.’
Ceñudo, I looked at Devoir and asked.
“Do you have a class today?"
"Si, mas o menos."
He looked sullen. He was quite a talker on the subject of being a prospective warrior.
He used to be naughty and skip classes.
He sprints that even the knights in the mansion couldn’t find him if he wanted to hide.
Pero esta vez, he might be scolded by the lord.
I smiled softly in an attempt to cheer up Devoir.
“You should not miss today’s class!"
"Bien, I’m not going to.”
En mis palabras, Devoir screamed and left the room.