Volume 3 - CH 7

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She felt like the landscape around her warped in distortion but that was just an instant when they passed through the small opening of the fairy world and the human world.

In that small passageway, Lydia heard Kelpie’s voice.

“I’ll wait until you don’t have any attachments. That’s sure to be in no time.”

That’s true. From the point of fairies, twenty or thirty years goes by like a blink of an eye.

***

So then, the peaceful daily life at the Ashenbert house returned.

Or it should have.

“Excuse me, Edgar, but what is the meaning of this?”

Lydia rushed into the lord of the house’s gentleman’s room and walked over to Edgar, who was unusually doing his duty of working on taking care of his estates.

“Oh, Lydia, hello, I missed you so much.”

“I heard you’re planning on entering the charity robbery group that went after your life? Nico told me. Just because they desire savory from the mysterious power of the Blue Knight Earl, you used Marygold and Sweetpea’s magic so that they would accept you as their earl, didn’t you?”

“It looks like I have some time that opened up tonight. I was just thinking of inviting you to dinner.”

“Don’t change the subject. Why is that? Are you joining forces in order to avenge yourselves against Prince? Are you going to put your hands in crimes 

again?”

He shrugged his shoulders and set down his pen and looked straight into Lydia’s eyes as she seriously questioned him.

“I have no intention of joining their organization.”

“…Oh, good then,”

“I became its leader.”

“Whhaat?!"

Leader? Of a robin hood gang?

“Because they originally wanted a leader like the Blue Knight Earl. And besides, they and I both are in a position where we have to protect ourselves from Prince. So that’s just the reason why we decided to help each other.”

Protect themselves? If Edgar intended to head the organization as its leader, then he wouldn’t settle quietly with just protecting himself. 

However, Edgar just softly smiled back at Lydia.

“Thanks to you, I was able to not lose Paul. He looked at me with the same eyes as before, even though I’ve changed this much. ….Unless you didn’t tell me that Paul had remembered and considered our promise special, then I don’t know if I was able to bet on the option of talking with him.”

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“That’s because you were able to discover his talent in art. It’s means there was a strong bond between the two of you since then. It isn’t thanks to me.”

“It isn’t that much of a big deal like discovering talent, or anything like that.”

“But, didn’t you recommend to Paul to become a painter?”

“Well, yes. At the time, he apparently wanted to become a poet, but when he showed me his work, it was so terrible. His paintings were horrible, but if someone were to buy them and hang them in their house, they would still have the fun of entertaining the guests, right? But with poems, it wouldn’t make any money unless society accepted and praised them.”

“………………..”

“Honestly, I was surprised at this growth.”

This man, maybe his personality hasn’t changed at all from the past?

However, even though he wasn’t any good, at least he thought of buying the man’s paintings, so that should mean that he has some compassion for the man.

I really can’t understand Edgar. 

In the end, however Lydia thought about it, it was definite for him to become the leader of the secret organization and exact his revenge on Prince. 

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If that happens, Edgar wouldn’t be able to rest in peace unless things went his way.

That was the only part about him that she was definitely sure about.

“So, you would of course accept my invitation to dinner, wouldn’t you?”

“Sorry, but Father is coming home early tonight.”

“Then we can have the Professor come along as well.”

There was no way her father would come just because of the obvious fact that he was invited since Lydia was worried about him. 

Edgar was well aware and yet he said that, because he knew that whatever Lydia were to say, he would be able to have her take a seat with him at dinner.

Because she witnessed him when he was so weak in bed, she had forgotten that he was this kind of person.