I Did a Good Job For the Villain's Early Education - Chapter 48.2
Chapter 48.2
Do people just graduate early like that? Come to think of it, how did he end up graduating early? Only then did Avel recall that she had barely received any letters from Cheza during his last year.
‘I can ask him later.’ With that casual thought, Avel leaned her weight against her brother’s head. His cool, elongated eyes narrowed further.
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“My lady, Young Master. You’re back? Give me the packages. And who is this…?”
“My guest. It’s time for you to leave, isn’t it? I’ll take these. You can go home.”
“Then I’ll check them tomorrow. Have a good rest.”
The young servant bowed deeply and turned away.
“Your Highness, give me your packages.”
“Ah, yes.”
“Thank you. Sana, I’ll put these away and change. Could you entertain our guest in the meantime?”
Carrying the high stack of boxes that almost obscured her vision, Avel ascended the stairs without a wobble. Now, only the two boys were left alone in the entrance hall. Cheza blinked slowly, turning over the name he had just heard.
“Sana…?”
“Allow me to introduce myself again. Sananeth, eldest son of House Delaphion.”
“…Ah.”
The younger brother, who looked nothing like his sister, bowed his head again. His black eyelashes fluttered rapidly.
Whoosh. Breaking the short silence, Cheza finally spoke.
“You resemble Lord Delaphion greatly.”
“And I don’t resemble my sister, do I?”
“….”
“Many strangers make that mistake. I’ll get you some tea. Any preferences?”
“Anything is fine.”
Sananeth became a little more relaxed, while Cheza’s shoulders stiffened slightly. The two boys, their attitudes subtly shifted, faced each other in the drawing-room.
“I’ve been wanting to meet you. I’m glad I had this opportunity.”
“Me?”
“I was curious who my sister has been fretting over since she was ten.”
“Hmm.”
“Once, she even came home with her dress soaked in the rain.”
“.…”
“Just saying.”
Slurp. The sound of tea being sipped was strangely loud.
“Sana! Your Highness!”
Tap, tap, tap. Having changed into comfortable trousers, Avel’s steps were much lighter. And the atmosphere in the drawing-room—
“Sister, you’re here?”
“…Avel.”
The two boys, who had been sitting in gloomy silence, brightened their eyes excessively. It was a strange sight, considering they never acted that way normally.
“Why is it so quiet? You should be talking.”
“We’ve talked plenty.”
“Yes, we have.”
Talked plenty? They probably just exchanged brief introductions and sipped their tea. Avel strode across the carpet and clicked open the teapot.
“Wow.”
It hadn’t even been 20 minutes since she left, and the round teapot was completely empty. Mentally hitting her chest in frustration, Avel sighed softly.
‘These introverted people!’
It was her fault for leaving these two together. Sananeth, whose only friends were books and Avel, and the prince, whose only activities were holing up in the library or meeting with Avel…
‘Wait a minute.’
Was that person the same as this person?
“Hey, Sananeth.”
“Yes?”
“Do you have any close friends at the Academy?”
“I need someone I can talk to to have a friend.”
“….”
“Now that you’re here, I’ll go to my room. See you.”
The grey head bobbed minimally. Startled by her brother’s unsociability, Avel stumbled and sat down next to Cheza.
“Your Highness.”
“What?”
“At the Academy, did you have any close friends?”
“Hmm.”
“You know, that roommate. The one you ate with and visited at his home!”
“There was someone like that.”
“That’s good…”
‘Only friend’ was a good phrase. Touching, poignant! But as humans, we inevitably form relationships with various people. What if one person became your friend, savior, counselor, protector, and lover all at once?
‘Disaster.’
Avel nibbled at the cake served with the tea and swallowed a sigh.
“That’s my fork.”
“It’s fine, I won’t die. …Do you have any contagious diseases?”
“I don’t.”
“Then it’s fine.”
A cool breeze blew in through the open window. The prince’s gaze fell on her lips as she chewed the cream.
“Do you always buy this much when you go out?”
“No? The servants usually buy the necessities. I went today because I received a telegram unexpectedly, and there weren’t any spare hands. To welcome Father and prepare for my birthday.”
“Birthday? …Now that you mention it, it’s not far off.”
“Yes. Would you like to come, Your Highness?”
Her loosely swept bangs fluttered down. Avel gently brushed the stray hair aside and continued.
“It’s just a family lunch.”
“Is it alright for me to attend such an occasion?”
“Cardel said she’s coming, so… If you don’t have any other plans…”
“I’ll go.”
“….”
“Definitely.”
As if realizing he had spoken too hastily, Cheza cleared his throat and added, “I’m not busy anyway.”
