Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru Ni Wa – Chapter 40
“Master Doyle, would you like some more?”(Ballad)
“. . . Yes, thank you.”(Doyle)
“Please wait just a moment.”(Ballad)
I sip the soup and try not to raise my head. If I raise my head, my eyes will meet with Gray’s, and it will become awkward when that happens. I can feel the various stares aimed at both of us from the others. They are not the icy cold stares that I received in the past but full of warmth and kindness. This makes it even harder to raise my head. Also, the stare I am getting from Gray is not the usual stare of awkwardness, but rather, the stare someone would give a child who is on their first errand and is stalking them to make sure they are safe.
“Yes, Your Majesty!”(Doyle)
The voice coming from Gray has a different tone than it did this morning. It is sudden, thus I answer in a formal tone that acknowledges his status more than anything. This is the first time I have done this since we have known each other.
“You look like you want to say something. Come on and say it, I am listening.”(Gray)
I breath in deeply as I feel as aura I have not felt from him since the entrance ceremony. I feel I cannot make a mistake here in giving my answer. He has the aura of a person befitting of being called the First Prince now. It is also the aura he had when he said,
“If you go with any other woman, I promise to make you rust on my sword.”(Gray)
He places the bowl of soup on the ground and grabs his mace. He awaits my answer. I gulp down a bit of saliva, as I remember that Warbit from before and feel cold sweat flow down my back.
I believe he wants me to notice my surroundings and realize I am making everyone worry about me. He changed the topic every time I tried to apologize, thus it would mean that I did not need to apologize.
He has never asked for an apology from me.
I think I have what he wants me to say. This is mostly likely the response he wants fromme. I put down the bowl of soup I got from Ballad and stand up. Gray looks at me, realizing I have found my answer. I look him straight in the eye and say what I want to say.
“I am sorry for making you worry.”(Doyle)
I bow down after saying that. I wait for his response to my answer. I keep wondering if this is the right or wrong answer. I feel my heartbeat get faster and faster. I do not hear anything from him yet and want to raise my head to check on him, but I stop myself and continue to wait for his response.
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