Lucia looked at Lorin, a sly glint of starlight flashing in her beautiful eyes.
The girl leaned down slightly, getting close to the boy.
Lorin, who had been lowering his head in shyness, felt a cool scent of lilies wafting over him, like a gentle wind enveloping him entirely.
“Oh my?”
The girl’s voice was very pleasant, every word like a crisp musical note.
“Young Master Lorin, are you trying to make up for the gift you couldn’t give me in person at the auction earlier?”
The platinum-blonde fairy, Miss, stared straight at him with enchanting eyes.
Lorin felt that all his little schemes had been seen through effortlessly by the girl. He could only force himself to stay calm.
“S-shut up!!”
Lorin’s face turned bright red under the girl’s gaze.
The Vicious Young Master of the Royal Capital now turned his head away sulkily, like a teased little girl.
“Just say if you want it or not?!”
The boy lowered his head. For some reason, he dared not look at Lucia, who was so dazzling under the sunset that one couldn’t look away.
“Th-this is just the thank-you gift I mentioned before!”
“I said I don’t like owing people, so I will definitely repay your kindness!”
Lorin’s voice grew louder as he spoke. As if loud enough, it could cover up the inescapable shame and inferiority he felt every time he faced the girl.
Suddenly, Lorin felt a slight coolness on his face.
The girl, with a gentle smile, slowly extended her fair hand and gently turned Lorin’s averted face toward herself.
“Lorin. If you have something to say, you must say it clearly! Don’t label me in the future, and don’t assume what kind of person I am. Come on, look at me properly and smile.”
Lorin looked at Lucia’s beautiful face so close.
The girl gave a sweet smile. That smile was as pure as an angel’s, and like a sea of flowers blooming in spring. Yet also like a mischievous little fox, with gentleness and slyness, captivating.
The boy felt the whole world brighten.
“Young Master Lorin—”
The girl, draped in sunset glow, gently raised her long, swan-like neck. Those beautiful eyes looked at him seriously.
Her cherry lips parted, and a voice as pleasant as silver bells slowly sounded, carrying the girl’s unique light melody.
“You still don’t understand a pretty girl’s heart.”
She gently stood on tiptoe and leaned close to Lorin’s ear. Warm breath gently brushed against his ear. Making Lorin, whose brain had already short-circuited, even redder in the face and completely at a loss.
“Giving a girl jewelry isn’t just about handing it over. You must put it on her yourself to let her feel your feelings.”
She paused, continuing with a sly smile.
Lorin was stunned. Or rather, from the moment the girl’s hand touched him, he felt like he had entered a steamer. Steam seemed to be rising from his head with a huff huff huff. He blinked, staring blankly at the beautiful girl before him who was expecting his response.
The afterglow of the setting sun was like falling flower petals, scattering on the girl’s beautiful long hair. Her fairy-like exquisite and charming face was full of expectation.
Lorin felt as if his pounding heart had been suddenly struck hard by something. He couldn’t say what it was. But he knew that at this moment, he had to do something.
Looking at the girl who had quietly crouched down before him, the boy, with trembling hands, carefully picked up the beautiful Crown of Thorns. Then solemnly and gently placed it on Lucia’s head.
Under the setting sun, the boy personally placed the laurel crown belonging to the beautiful and moving fairy.
Feeling the weight on her head, Lucia slowly raised her head. Like a Her Highness the Princess who had just been crowned. Those eyes, bright as stars, quietly looked at the dazed boy before her.
The always proud and aloof fairy revealed a genuine smile. The girl’s otherworldly fairy temperament and that captivating charm perfectly intertwined at this moment. Every frown and smile was a scenery. Between her brows and eyes, all intoxicating charm. As if she were a true goddess stepping out of myth.
Lorin looked at her, momentarily unable to find any words to describe. He opened his mouth, but found his throat blocked by something. Not a single word could come out. Only his heart, beating faster and faster with thump thump thump, seemed to be telling of the budding feelings in the boy’s heart.
The charming fairy lady gently raised her hand. Her slender finger gently touched the Crown of Thorns on her head, feeling its unique texture. Then she lifted her head, a sly smile curling at the corner of her mouth as she looked at Lorin.
“Is it pretty?”
The girl’s voice was very soft, carrying a bit of elegance, a bit of pride. As the evening breeze gently blew, it also contained some joy that couldn’t be hidden.
The boy forced himself to look away from Lucia. Covering his flushed face, he stubbornly said:
“It’s… it’s okay.”
“Just okay?”
Lucia slightly raised her beautiful eyebrows, immediately pouting unhappily.
“Sigh. So in Young Master Lorin’s eyes, after I specially wore the gift you gave me and dressed up, it’s only ‘okay’?”
Saying so, Lucia lowered her head, deliberately showing a disappointed look. The platinum-blonde fairy no longer smiled like an iris in spring. Those brilliant golden eyes also seemed to dim a little, like stars whose light had been extinguished.
“No no no!! I didn’t mean that!!”
Seeing the girl’s disappointed look, the dazed boy immediately panicked. He wished he could slap himself hard. Hastily, he blurted out all the honest words he had never dared to say.
“It’s very pretty! Extremely pretty! It’s just… just…”
He held back for a long time. Finally, with a red face, he shouted loudly:
“Just like a goddess… Selar above! What am I even saying!!”
As soon as the embarrassed words were out, Lorin’s face turned so red he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
As for Lucia, who was pretending to be disappointed, she first froze at the boy’s compliment. Then, Pfft—, she finally couldn’t help but laugh out loud. That smile was as bright and warm as the spring sun.
“A goddess?” she softly repeated those words. Those brilliant golden eyes shimmered with moving light under the sunset.
“Then, I’ll accept Young Master Lorin’s feelings. From now on, please take care of me, Young Master Lorin.”
The girl, with a charming smile, happily looked at the boy who was awkwardly scratching his head.
At this moment, the last trace of sunset on the horizon slowly sank below it. The final afterglow of the setting sun gilded the figure of the girl wearing the Crown of Thorns with a faint golden outline.
She stood quietly in the twilight, like a goddess slowly stepping out of myth. So beautiful that one couldn’t look away, yet also carried a hint of loneliness and desolation.
“If only… I were just Lucia. If I could live like this forever, how wonderful that would be…”
The evening breeze quietly blew by, gently lifting the girl’s smooth long hair. And also quietly hid in the wind the fragility and brokenness that had been hidden beneath the perfect smile for that moment.
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