The quiet lady's mansion.
Enjoying tea time after lunch, I nodded as I sipped some rustic nurungji from my teacup.
"Hmm... After all, nurungji is the best for overeating."
Nurungji with Korean sentiment.
It was just a well-cooked meal cooked over a fire, but I thought nothing could soothe a bloated stomach like this. There's no such thing as a "Kassalmyeongsu" (watery, savory, and nutritious) in this world.
I went to Forest Friends after a long time and ate a lot, so I couldn't really feel full, but I felt better after eating nurungji.
Nurungji is better than Americano.
When I put the rice cake with white steam rising on it down on the table and was feeling the cold wind.
"Ricardo."
The girl sniffed the delicious smell and looked at the teacup containing the scorched rice.
"What do you want to eat?"
"It's nurungji."
"Nurungji...?"
"Ah. Is the word 'Sungnyung' correct?"
"Sungnyung?"
"You can think of it as a drink that older men drink."
"Is this Uncle Ricardo?"
"no?"
The girl repeatedly sniffed the rice cake on the table with her nose.
He seems curious about what the brown liquid in front of him is.
The girl brought her ball to the table with her cat-like eyes and asked, rolling her eyes.
"delicious?"
"No, I'm just suing you."
"Hmm..."
The girl carefully glanced at me and then slowly brought her hand toward the rice cake on the table.
I pretended not to notice the cute sight of the girl moving her hand while glancing around, and hid my smile while looking out the window and muttering to myself, "The weather is nice."
"Hoo..."
With a clinking sound, 'Hoo." As the breath of the girl blowing the wind to cool the teacup passed by.
The young lady's small and cute exclamation was heard along with the sound of 'hole-jak'.
"oh...!"
The girl who was trying nurungji for the first time had wide eyes.
It seems like the common people's food suits their taste.
I looked at the young lady with a smile, noticing that her taste was less noble than I had expected.
"Is it delicious?"
"Huh...?!"
The girl, who was caught stealing, quickly pulled herself away from the teacup and pretended not to notice.
"I didn't eat!"
The girl turned her head toward the window and said, "I don't know what you're talking about." She looked at me intently and stroked her teacup with a sullen expression.
"I only ate a little bit of that."
"I didn't say anything."
"Isn't that what you were trying to say?"
"When have I ever scolded you for eating?"
"Yeah. I have it."
"...That's true."
I smiled and met her eyes as she answered in a dejected manner.
"So was it delicious?"
"Yeah. It's a strange taste. It's incredibly rich and healthy. I don't know what it tastes like, but it's strangely appealing."
"Oh... You're getting old too, Miss."
"No! I'm young."
"That's just how it is."
"Tch..."
The girl, who had been talking with her lips pouting in amusement, said as she gently pushed her teacup, the bottom of which was visible, towards me.
"Want to trade it for mine? It's cocoa."
"It seems like you don't have a conscience at all."
"I left a sip."
"Whose nose are you sticking a sip into? And this isn't even a sip, it's not even half a sip."
"If you close your eyes and drink it, it will feel like one sip."
"..."
"no?"
I shook my head at the sullen expression on the young lady's face and declared my surrender to her whining. "Nurungji is something you can make in no time if you put your mind to it."
It wasn't a difficult dish and the ingredients weren't expensive, so I nodded to the girl who was staring intently at the brown scorched rice.
"Yeah, well."
"really?"
"yes."
"Hehehe... Thank you."
A villainess who likes nurungji, despite being a noblewoman. I was delighted by this eccentric young lady's taste.
"No matter how much I think about it, it seems like you're not a noblewoman."
"No, I am a noble."
"No, that's not it. I just don't think you have the taste of a noble lady. You eat anything I give you."
"No. Carrots, bell peppers, eggplant..."
I can't stop laughing at the sight of the girl folding her fingers one by one and saying what she doesn't like.
While the average nobleman would prefer only elegant and luxurious food, the young lady was far from such. Of course, this only applies to food.
And I was also touched by the shy reaction of the villainess who knew how to say 'thank you'.
In the past, the young lady was a person who never said thank you.
-Oh...Thank you!
-Go...go...I want to eat meat.
-Of course, that's what a butler should do.
It suddenly occurred to me that time seems to make people docile.
The young lady before she collapsed was like a rabid dog. It might be a bit harsh, but the young lady before was a very grumbling person.
-I'm not eating!
-Please eat.
-I told you I don't eat it. Bell peppers and eggplants are a combination that doesn't mix well!
Because the girl, who had to eat only the food I made naturally while collapsing, started grumbling and getting irritated a lot.
Maybe it was thanks to this time that we were able to become closer.
Good is good.
The young lady from her academy days was a very assertive person. She still is, of course, but it was a bit more so in the past.
Insulting the common people.
He was a person who ignored those who were lower in rank than him, treated others without hesitation, and knew better than anyone else that he was the best.
After losing my leg in the black magic incident, I've lost a lot of my old coolness, but I don't know what will happen if I come back.
The Olivia I see and the Olivia others see will also be different.
In the novel, the young lady was a crazy woman.
A villainess with a cruel personality, living up to her name, and the ultimate villainess who doesn't give up a word.
He was described in the novel as a person who resembled Darbab, being gentle with his own people but cold to others, even if it was very cold.
However, the only difference in the novel was that no one was on the villainess' side.
Whatever it was, I liked the way the young lady looked then and now, so it didn't really matter.
"delicious...!"
I clenched my fists and smiled at the girl with sparkling eyes.
I guess I'll have to make more.
I went down to the kitchen to boil some nurungji, and the girl was smiling and emptying her teacup.
*
The hallway in front of the academy's student council office.
The executives who had come to a meeting about the incident that occurred before the new semester even started were entering the student council room one by one.
2nd year top student.
Top student in third grade.
Students qualified for executive positions, such as accounting, general affairs, and leadership, were entering the student council office.
And in front of that door, a man with light green hair was waiting for someone with an anxious expression.
"Why aren't you coming..."
"Tak." Ruin muttered to himself, his voice growing impatient as he bit his fingernails. He'd arrived earlier than anyone else, but the person he was waiting for wasn't there.
After that day, Ruin, who was unable to use his own magic, was mentally very depressed.
Because it was magic and a unique talent that gave me an advantage over others.
Now that Ruin's unique ability to efficiently generate fire magic had disappeared, his body was like a blank slate.
He could use magic, but he was slow to learn. For Ruin, who had spent his entire life studying and exploring fire magic, the subtitle of his unique ability, "Fire Letter," was a problem that could lead directly to his downfall.
Ruin's self-esteem plummeted to rock bottom.
And there was only one person who could solve this problem.
While she couldn't solve the root problem, there was only one person who could help her shake off her worries: Yuria.
Ruin was waiting for Yuria.
To talk about your mistakes and the situation you are in.
Ruin, who was very tired and wanted to throw a tantrum and ask for comfort, waited for a long time in front of the student council room door.
About 10 minutes passed like that.
Ruin saw a familiar figure walking towards him from afar.
'Yuria!'
Ruin smiled.
Yuria, walking down the stairs, was as beautiful as ever. He thought she would give him a kind smile, as always, and express her concern as if it were something he had personally experienced.
Ruin, who had been leaning against the hallway, walked towards Yuria.
Quickly, with a hasty pace.
He walked towards Yuria with an awkward smile, and the moment Yuria stood in front of him, he spoke in a trembling voice.
"Yuria. I miss you…."
Yuria spoke without even looking at Ruin.
He spoke emotionlessly in a cold, hard voice.
"Please don't talk to me."
"uh...?"
"I don't want to talk to you."
Yuria, who had passed by with a 'thud' on her shoulder, walked away without looking back.
Ruin, who was trying to follow Yuria with trembling eyes, turned around with a gait that seemed to be losing strength.
Because I wanted to tell a story.
Tell your own mistakes.
Because he thought Yuria would surely forgive him if he apologized. Ruin desperately tried to chase after Yuria.
but.
"Senior."
His junior did not allow it.
"You did an interesting job."
"what?"
"I heard from Senior Yuria. What she did."
Histania Hannah looked at Ruin with a bright smile.
Hannah's voice, speaking with a dry smile and a stiff expression, was not the voice of the junior she had known until now.
Hannah's eyes, which were looking at me with genuine interest instead of the usual daunting and timid expression, were so creepy that I almost thought they were filled with anger.
Hannah said to Ruin with a hollow laugh.
"Who are you really comparing me to? Right?"
Hannah's words, more than anything else, came back to Ruin like a dagger.