At his teacher's question, Max's mouth twisted.
"Wh-Why... That's..."
At the moment, Max stopped.
What was the reason?
He couldn't define it himself.
Max clenched his fist.
"Damn, why the hell am I..."
The answer to the problem he had was in his mind, but he turned away from it because his head was starting to hurt.
It seemed he vaguely understood, but Max still couldn't say the answer.
[ note : this is him stubbornly refusing that he might have feelings for juvel ]
Suddenly, his teacher's cold voice struck his ears.
"It seems that you can't lie about being love."
There was a lot of resistance in his teacher's words.
Max stared at his teacher with a gaze shaped like burning firewood.
Distracted by the blazing fire in his mind, he suddenly saw a graceful face that somewhat resembled Juvellian.
And just like that his mind became clear.
'Yes, I am...'
Normally, he would refute his teacher's words directly, but he couldn't get angry no matter how rude he was being.
Just because he's her father.
When Max didn't respond, Regis began to speak in an icy voice once again.
"Don't show up in front of my daughter any more."
'But when he says stuff like this, it's really annoying.'
Soon, Max opened his mouth with a rebellious look.
"No."
At his disciple's refusal, Regis' eyes sank even colder.
"She's a child who already has a lot of wounds. She's not just someone that can be treated as your play toy."
At that moment, Max's eyes became fierce.
'You think I'm treating her as a pastime?'
Of course, when he first approached Juvellian, he had an impure purpose.
[ note : that purpose was to get rid of his teacher's 'weakness' ]
< Oh, father's disciple. >
But after that, he found her...
< Because of the changing seasons, the temperature difference is very severe, so it is chilly at night. >
He always felt cold, but thanks to her, he realized what warmth was for the first time.
< Sleep well. >
He always fell asleep with his sword right next to him in case of an attack, but while he was with her, he was able to sleep with confidence.
< You can be honest with me. >
In case he was ignored, he had to always show a strong figure against such anxiety.
But by her side, he didn't have to.
< I was worried since it is my taste, but I'm glad it fits to your tastes. >
It was true that he didn't like it, but when he was with her it was okay.
< I'm still in a situation where I'm being ignored by the social world, but if you ignore me to that extent, what would people think of me? >
He never bent himself to anyone, but it was okay for her to bend him several times if she wanted.
[ note : basically he'll do whatever she wants ]
< If you don't like it then I can't help it. Our contract ends here. >
He was afraid that she might leave him.
< Max? >
Max's world has always been achromatic.
White and black, gray and red are the only colors he knows.
But in such a desolate world, light blue, purple, and glorious silver seem to have permeated through.
He thought he'd come up with the answer to the question he was looking for, but he wasn't sure.
But Max was now forced to admit it.
Now he can't imagine the world without Juvellian without feeling hurt.
Max stared straight at his teacher and opened his mouth.
"Don't judge my feelings."
After he finished speaking, he passed his teacher and said...
"I won't even think about breaking up."
Max, who had been walking slowly, paused for a moment and spoke affirmatively.
"That's all I have to say."
Then, Juvellian's face when she left the parlor came to his mind.
She was definitely smiling, but strangely different from her usual smile.
'There was emptiness.'
The pace he walked, slowly became faster.
He wanted to go to her a little faster.
Soon Max left the room.
Regis stared at the door, where his disciple had left, with confused eyes.
'No way, it can't be...'
He tried to deny it, but what Regis saw was very clear.
The face of an unfamiliar disciple.
'Yes, it was a warm expression that I thought he would never make in his life.'
The moment he admitted that fact, he felt a great deal of fatigue.
Regis unwittingly opened his palm and wrapped it around his face and closed his eyes tightly.
_
'I'm sure they're making up by now, right?'
I thought so, and then opened the book.
The writing strangely didn't catch my eyes today.
'Oh, why am I being like this?'
As I was thinking...
Tak. Tak.
My shoulders flinched at the sudden sound of knocking coming from the window.
'Is it Max? But there is no reason for him to come over here.'
Just in case, I approached the window and was amazed to see him on the balcony.
'Why did this man come through here, leaving the decent door alone?'
Sighing for a moment, I unlocked the window.
The curtain fluttered slightly with the cold wind when I opened it.
And his eyes, which poured in with the wind, looked deeper than usual.
"Why did you come in this way? I don't care if you use the stairs."
He said something else instead of answering my questions, "It's cold. Why did you open it so late?"
'I'm a fool trying to ask him what he won't understand.'
I tried to close the door after sending him into my room.
Then, his hands overlapped my own.
"I'll do it."
"Well, all you have to do is pull."
He didn't take his hands off of mine, either.
I thought there was a slight fever in the temperature, so I looked back at him.
His face seemed a little reddish than usual.
"Are you okay?"
I think he has a slight fever, but when I asked him, he stared at me for a while and answered me calmly.
"I don't know."
At his answer I hurried to close the window.
Then I gently took his hand off and said...
"I'll ask the maid to bring a doctor."
As I tried to pass him by, he gently wrapped his hand around me.
"Don't go." He spoke in that low voice.
I felt weird at his unusual, serious expression.
"Like I said, I usually have a high body temperature."
I frowned at his remark.
I could see him smiling at me.
He was so handsome that I looked at his face as if I had been possessed.
I soon came to my senses and poked him.
"Why are you smiling?"
He replied in a flash, "I think I know now."
'What do you mean?'
I looked at him curiously.
"Let's sit down first."
As if it were his own house, he naturally led me to the sofa.
"I can sit over there..."
I knew he usually took up the long sofa alone, so I tried to go to the one-room couch on the other side.
But he didn't let go of my hand.
"Sit here."
"Yes?"
"You've always looked at this place as if you wanted to sit down."
Amazing, the human who never gave up that seat is now letting me sit next to him.
"Nevermind that, did anything happen with my father?"
As I mentioned my father, he stared at me and opened his mouth.
"Teacher was getting suspicious."
"What?" I asked in amazement at the word suspicious.
Then he slowly opened his mouth.
"He was suspicious of us."
I was shocked by his words.
'I thought we were doing so well... why are you suspicious?'
Then, he frowned and spoke.
"It must be obvious because you're always the one speaking up."
I frowned, his words were somewhat true.
It's true that I never give him a chance to speak up.
Instead I'm always speaking for him due to my anxiety of being caught.
"So I thought about it, and I think we need to get to know each other better."
Well, it certainly made sense.
I don't know anything about him.
"Okay, so what do you want to know first?"
"Let's sit down and talk." He said, sitting down on the sofa.
As I sat down, I saw him staring at me.
Somehow his gaze felt strangely different from usual.
'How can I say that it's a little burdensome?'
Judging from his usual behavior, he must be looking at me without thinking.
'If I avoid his eyes, he may feel hurt.'
I stared at him calmly and opened my mouth.
"Then, what would you like to know?"
I soon heard his low-pitched voice.
"What do you like?"
At his words, I started thinking.
'What do I like?'
As I thought about it, it seems like i've been living my life without realizing what I like.
'Because I devoted all my time to finding a job in my previous life and Mikhail in my present life.'
I don't even know what I like, so why didn't I live for myself earlier?
Max, who was slightly regretful at asking the question, opened his mouth.
"I like my sword."
The moment I heard that out of the blue, it made me realize something.
'Yes, if I think about it, it's simple.'
Somehow I felt dejected, so I laughed in vain.
Thinking about what I liked was difficult, but now it was no longer burdensome.
"Well, I do like books."
"Books? And what else?"
"I like to look at flowers. And I also like to drink tea."
"And?"
"And lying down comfortably and talking about this and that."
I was wondering what he liked for a moment.
"Is there anything else you like other than your sword?"
"Well..."
He stared at me, his words trailing off at the end.
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[ note : he's falling HARD p.s. this was really hard to edit but i hope you can still understand ]