Chapter 105
“Arellin, you decide. Who was at fault?”
Why am I suddenly being put through this trial?
“Arellin, it’s obviously Ciel’s fault, right? Huh? He said he didn’t want to perform.”
“Noel, don’t talk like that! Do you think it’s reasonable to try and monopolize such a beautiful performance?”
“Why not?! Arellin is only one!”
What the… why are they fighting? Why are they even fighting?
Had they forgotten they had directed their anger at me? The twins had already entered round two.
“Um, guys?”
The quarrel that had started didn’t end even when it was time to go back, and the twins couldn’t reconcile.
“This isn’t how it’s supposed to go.”
My plan to use the twins to grab the item? I didn’t even get a single word in because they started fighting out of nowhere!
“Phaesion, what should we do?”
Phaesion offered a refreshingly simple solution.
“Leave them be.”
“……?”
“Let the twins be, and come play with me.”
I was dumbfounded as I looked at Phaesion smiling at me.
You weren’t this kind of guy.
“No, Phaesion. I don’t think you understand the situation. The twins are fighting!”
“They might fight.”
“They’re twins, though?”
I had never seen them fight before. In the novel, they had never once fought either.
“Phaesion, have they ever fought before?”
“No?”
Phaesion, who had come to Halbern Manor after nagging Grandmama about having some free time, smiled cheerfully.
Am I the only one taking this seriously?
“They’ll probably reconcile eventually.”
“No, I thought so too, but…”
I heard they had been in a cold war for several days now.
Sperom Manor was facing an unexpected situation.
“Why is Lord Ciel acting like that?”
“And why is Lord Noel like that?”
“I don’t know. They fought at Halbern, apparently.”
From Sperom’s retainers to the lowest-ranking staff, no one could adapt to the “strange behavior” of Sperom’s two little devils.
Born on the same day, with perfectly matched energy, how many people had they tortured together!
“…….”
“…….”
The twins, whose rooms were right next to each other, made eye contact the moment they appeared.
The staff couldn’t even breathe.
“Hmph!”
The twins, who had spent all day together, were now apart? And they acted as if they didn’t even notice each other? And they were glaring as if they might devour each other?
Still, since they were twins, surely they’d return to normal in a day or two, right?
The retainers and staff tried to remain hopeful.
“Why on earth is this happening to us?”
No miracle occurred.
Even when the twins fought, they created a hellish scene. The reputation of the little devils was not unfounded.
“We need to ask for help.”
They could no longer endure this thin ice.
“From whom?”
“There’s only one person.”
“Miss Arellin…!”
If I had access to the internet, I would have asked:
<How do you reconcile two friends who are fighting?>
To ask me to reconcile the twins—one would only understand the difficulty of this task after trying it.
This is my first time even having friends.
“What should I do?”
I asked the people around me.
“Hahaha! At that age, fighting is part of growing up!”
“If they throw a few punches…”
I decided I shouldn’t ask the Saren knights anything from now on. Their brains must be made of muscle.
“You really are an angel, Miss.”
“You’re even worrying about your friends—if that’s not angelic, then what is?”
“Ha, the way you worry is so cute.”
The childcare group suddenly disappeared into their own little world.
“No, you have to answer my question before leaving.”
Who else was there?
“Dad?”
…Nope, doesn’t seem like he has friends.
“Ah.”
I realized none of the people around me were normal. My human relationships are so narrow, and the few people I know are all strange!
“No, there is one!”
One person rose like light and salt.
“Mehen!”
I dashed quickly into the office.
“How to reconcile friends… you mean?”
“Yes!”
The answer came from Dad, who was lying on the office sofa.
“If you leave them be, they’ll probably reconcile on their own.”
I probably got him dragged along by Mehen.
I scoffed at the casual answer, and Dad chuckled, teasing me. I pushed Dad’s face aside and looked desperately at Mehen.
The only sense I know! Help me!
“Even if you look at me so desperately, I really don’t know.”
“What?!”
Betrayed.
“Well, I only have… that one friend.”
Mehen shot a glance at Valer, instantly understanding.
“That’s disappointing. When did I ever forbid you from making friends?”
“The ones who come to talk to me, I glare at them and knock them away behind their backs. You think I didn’t notice?”
“That’s just because they were weirdos trying to get to me through you. I didn’t do that to normal ones.”
“The normal ones ran away on their own when they saw you, my lord, beside me.”
“Haha.”
Mehen glared at Valer once, then smiled at me.
“Still, I have better relationships than that guy.”
Naturally.
I subtly glared at Dad, who had quietly taken the seat next to Mehen.
“That’s my seat.”
“Now it’s Dad’s seat.”
I gave Dad a small glare as he smiled, and he pointed to his side.
“Dad’s side is empty.”
“I won’t take that even if you give it!”
I wanted the seat next to Mehen! Next to Mom!
I glared with all my will, but it didn’t work. Eventually, Mehen sighed.
“Don’t fight with the kid, geez.”
Mehen pushed Dad aside and hugged me. Dad chuckled and fiddled with my cheek.
“You only look at you, so I can’t help but touch her. I’m here too, but you keep staring at her.”
“Then why didn’t you act more like a dad earlier?”
“Busy feeding a fox-like wife and a rabbit-like kid?”
Mehen glared coldly. Dad did not back down.
“I’m a rabbit?”
“Cuter than a rabbit.”
“Then what am I?”
“Probably a wolf.”
Dad narrowed his eyes and suddenly startled me.
“Grrr!”
“That’s a tiger!”
“Then shall I be a tiger?”
Can we really just switch species like that? Dad laughed quietly and kissed my forehead.
“If there’s no one around who’s friendly with everyone, you have to ask someone like that.”
Who would be like that around me?
“No one… oh, wait! There is!”
Phaesion.
“Here, a kiss from Dad as a reward for telling me something good.”
“No.”
I quickly gave a kiss only to Mehen and got up.
“Wow, that’s cheap.”
Mehen teased Dad with a proud expression.
“It’s too early to get a kiss from Arell.”
“Why be envious over this? Ridiculous.”
“Phaesion! Help me!”
I wanted to rush to the palace immediately, but we had the pride of magical engineering—the communication device.
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Huh? Help with what?
“How do I reconcile the twins?”
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Ah, that thing.
Phaesion’s expression subtly changed as he realized I was the one calling.
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Arell, you’ve been really concerned about the twins lately. Do you like them?
“Huh? Me? The twins? Me?”
Not that I disliked them, of course, but like them?
I wasn’t sure. Maybe yes, maybe no.
“I like… one of them?”
A little bothersome, but I thought of them as good friends. It’s annoying, but not bad. Yeah.
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…….
Phaesion’s face over the device looked uneasy.
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I’ll handle them. More importantly, Arell, want to go see the festival with me?
“Yes, the festival!”
My eyes lit up.
Why didn’t I think of that?
“Then I’ll suggest going to see it.”
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Arell?
“If we go out and have fun together, it’ll create a reconciliation atmosphere. Yeah! Then they should be able to reconcile, right?”
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Uh, Arell?
Wow, Phaesion is a genius.
“Thank you, Phaesion!”
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…….
Phaesion put his hand on his head, and a faint groan came through.
