Ch 30.1 - The End of Summer (Last Part)

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Alfred probably intends to hit me, I think.

However, Alfred only touches my face and wipes my eyes in a gentle manner before withdrawing his hand.

I wait and wait, but the punch doesn’t come.

Why?

“…Hey.”

“What?”

“Lian, do you really not care about me?”

I take a breath, doing my best to conceal my nervousness from him.

Come on. Say it, me.

This is probably the critical moment.

People often tell me that I’m a really terrible actor, but I’ve been acting as Lian for five years. That’s a very long time. To say some mean things to Alfred has already become easy for me.

I just have to respond with some very hateful remarks and an intolerable attitude. Just like how the real Lian would act.

I have to make Alfred… stunned and angry at me. Regard me as a self-centered scum. As the lowest of the low. I have to make him think, “I hate people like you.”

“Uh… That’s right. Who would care about you? I’m the son of this territory’s lord, while you’re just a poor, lowborn commoner. Did you really think that I like you? As if that will ever happen. I would never care about someone like you… From the very beginning, I… I’ve hated you!”

“Hate…”

“Yeah. I’ve always… hated you. I really… hate… people like you.”

That’s right.

So Alfred, come to hate me too.

“You really hate me?”

“Yes! I really hate you! I-I don’t want to see your face.”

“Hmm…”

“So c-can you leave? Hurry.”

“…What are you even saying? This is my room. Your room’s next door.”

“…Ah.”

I forgot.

“That’s… Yeah, you’re right. I’ve bothered you, huh! Well then, I’ll take my leave now. Hey, get off of me, will you?”

But Alfred doesn’t budge at all. He doesn’t let go of my wrist either. He just continues staring down at me. “Hey… do you not like me?”

He’s still asking that after I’ve already said so much?

Seriously.

“I-I already said I don’t like you! Just a while ago! I… I’ve always hated you very, very much!”

Alfred’s eyes narrow, and the corners of his lips curl up until he’s showing teeth.

Alfred’s grin makes him look exactly like a villain. He has that expression the antagonist usually makes the moment they’ve backed someone into a corner.

That should be my specialty, okay! Don’t steal it from me, you brat. It also really irritates me how he can still look so handsome with such an expression on his face.

Alfred brings his face closer to mine, that devilish expression still plastered on his face. “And that’s also a lie, huh?”

“What?”

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