If I Were Reborn, I Wouldn’t Marry You - Chapter 37

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Chapter 38

 

Thud, clatter.

 

Dropping one’s sword was a shameful thing for a knight.

 

However, Leonhardt was so dumbfounded by how pathetically he had been defeated that he ended up dropping his sword.

 

The child’s face openly revealed his flustered and wronged feelings.

 

Belatedly realizing that he had been too harsh to Leonhardt, who was much younger than himself, all because he was absorbed in the thought of looking cool in front of Miela, Lester began to fidget anxiously.

 

“Uh, um. Your Highness, are you okay? Does it hurt a lot? You’re not injured, are you?”

 

Lester fussed over Leonhardt as he examined him.

 

Leonhardt suddenly felt miserable as he looked at Miela, who had frozen in the position of blowing a whistle with all her might.

 

“I’m fine.”

 

He answered as nonchalantly as possible to preserve what dignity he had left, but in truth, he was terribly embarrassed.

 

Even his skull seemed young, as his head was still ringing despite Lester having really hit him gently out of some remaining conscience.

 

Out of embarrassment, Leonhardt directed his gaze to the ground, pretending to look at the fallen wooden sword.

 

Thud, clatter.

 

‘What just happened here?’

 

A few seconds later, having grasped the situation, I loudly called out to Lester.

 

“Hey, Lester! You!”

 

“Miela, even so, what’s with calling your brother ‘you’?”

 

Lester, completely deflated, mumbled his complaint.

 

“What did you do well!”

 

However, my scolding hadn’t even begun yet.

 

I placed both arms on my hips and glared as I spoke.

 

“How could you hit a little kid?”

 

“Hit him? It was clearly a proper duel. And I was incredibly gentle. Just a tap!”

 

Lester was someone who upheld chivalry quite well in his own way.

 

The accusation of hitting a child seemed unfair to him as he snorted and made excuses.

 

“Tap or whatever. The kid is crying!”

 

Weren’t there tears welling up in those pretty red eyes?

 

‘How much must it have hurt for the kid to cry?’

 

I hurried over to Leonhardt’s side and gently stroked his head.

 

“Is there going to be a bump?”

 

Sure enough, I could feel bumps and dents on his round head.

 

It would definitely swell up more as time passed.

 

“Do you think there will be a bump?”

 

As the situation seemed more serious than expected, Lester began to panic rapidly.

 

“But, I really, really went easy on him…”

 

Completely deflated, Lester cautiously approached while reading the mood and gently stroked the spot where he had struck with the wooden sword, then was startled.

 

“Oh my, it’s real. There’s a bump.”

 

Then he continuously apologized to Leonhardt.

 

“I’m sorry. I was thoughtless. I thought this much would be fine.”

 

At the continuous apologies, Leonhardt, who had been silently looking only at the ground as if trying to hold back tears from the pain, finally spoke.

 

“I said I’m fine.”

 

His voice sounded somewhat moist, so he didn’t seem very fine at all.

 

However, for Leonhardt’s pride, I pretended to believe his words.

 

“Then that’s a relief.”

 

But expecting the tactless Lester to show this level of consideration was asking too much.

 

“Sh-should I go get some medicine?”

 

“I’m really fine. I don’t need medicine.”

 

“You don’t look fine though…” Lester muttered as he began blowing air toward Leonhardt’s head.

 

He carefully added gentle pats while saying “heal quickly.”

 

Just like Mother used to do when we siblings fell down as children, applying medicine.

 

Lester had hated being treated like a child once he turned ten, but in his urgency, his familiar reaction seemed to have popped out.

 

“Huh? This is…”

 

However, the one more flustered than Lester was Leonhardt.

 

Having received the so-called “blow on it,” Leonhardt froze like ice as if it were shocking.

 

Then, with the soft expression typical of young children, he made a disgusted face and sarcastically remarked to Lester.

 

“It seems to hurt more.”

 

“That can’t be right?”

 

Lester scratched his cheek and then blew air more carefully than before.

 

“It doesn’t hurt now, right?”

 

Leonhardt shuddered as if Lester’s breath were dragon’s breath.

 

“Uh, yeah. It doesn’t hurt. So please stop!”

 

The moment I saw that disgusted face, laughter burst out.

 

“Ahahaha! What’s with that expression!”

 

It was pure laughter, so much so that I wasn’t even conscious of Lester being there.

 

Hearing the loud laughter, Leonhardt turned toward me, and his face filled with a sense of betrayal.

 

The clear emotion showing on Lester’s usually expressionless face was so funny that my laughter wouldn’t stop.

 

I laughed so much that tears were now welling up in my eyes.

 

“Stop laughing.”

 

Leonhardt spoke in what was, for him, a firm tone.

 

His expression was also serious, making me think I should stop laughing before he really got upset.

 

However, once the laughter had burst out, it didn’t stop easily.

 

“I can’t stop laughing.”

 

I was panting as I barely managed to get these words out.

 

Even as I wiped away the tears at the corners of my eyes and tried to calm down with deep breaths, laughter kept bursting out intermittently.

 

Leonhardt, with his mouth firmly shut, stared straight at me with a cold, expressionless face.

 

This was a familiar signal.

 

Generally, Leonhardt had more patience than I did, but occasionally when Leonhardt was angrier, he would send me this direct gaze as a warning.

 

It seemed to be a habit formed from using his abilities.

 

Of course, he had never actually used them on me.

 

In situations like this, I would get angrier and leave first.

 

Because I didn’t like Leonhardt being angry at me…

 

‘Wow, I was really mature back then.’

 

Whether I had matured through regression or because we had become closer by sharing secrets, I didn’t feel like leaving first for the sake of a pride battle.

 

“Ahem.”

 

I cleared my throat, trying my best to suppress my laughter.

 

Then I honestly apologized to Leonhardt.

 

“Sorry. Your expression was so funn— I mean, cute.”

 

However, having received my apology, Leonhardt became completely sulky.

 

With sullen eyes, he stamped his foot to clearly show his hurt feelings, then turned around and ran away.

 

The small head gradually moving away felt unfamiliar.

 

‘Did Leon just leave me behind?’

 

I came to my senses when I heard Lester’s voice.

 

“Let’s give him some time alone and then go apologize together.”

 

Though his thinking was a bit short, Lester was kind.

 

I nodded.

 

Even after saying what he had to say, Lester hesitated and then carefully suggested while reading my mood.

 

“Should we keep this secret from Mother for now?”

 

I thought he had matured a bit, but not really.

 

I thought he was still just a kid, but that wasn’t what was important, so I just nodded roughly.

 

“Whatever.”

 

Lester, who seemed to think he’d found a comrade, slowly approached and stood beside me with our arms aligned, then asked.

 

“But it looks like you’ve gotten pretty close with His Highness.”

 

Ah.

 

I belatedly realized that I had forgotten about Lester and spoken casually with Leonhardt.

 

I thought it was fortunate that Lester was the first to catch me, and as usual, I made a half-hearted excuse.

 

“Yeah, we’ve gotten pretty close lately so we decided to drop the formalities.”

 

“I see.”

 

Lester, who had the best social skills in the House of Duke Roderick, had many friends.

 

And since he wasn’t an authoritative person by nature, he tended to make friends regardless of social status.

 

So it seemed he just accepted the casual interaction between Leonhardt and me as natural.

 

Lester, still dejected, scraped at the training ground floor with his front paw as if digging.

 

However, I was only thinking about when I should visit while looking up at the window of Leonhardt’s room.

 

‘Just wait and see.’

 

Why I should wait and see—even I didn’t know the reason.

 

After waiting exactly one hour, I knocked on Leonhardt’s door.

 

“It’s me, Miela.”

 

I had already heard from the maids that he was in his room, but he remained silent as if he wanted to pretend he wasn’t there.

 

‘Well, whatever.’

 

I wasn’t the type to bend over backwards for Leonhardt anyway.

 

I simply pushed the door open.

 

As I entered making deliberate loud footsteps, Leonhardt, who had been lying down hugging a rabbit doll, looked at me with a blank expression.

 

“Hey, you’re here so why didn’t you open the door?”

 

When I immediately confronted him about pretending not to be there, Leonhardt was flustered.

 

The higher one’s status, the stronger the tendency to respect privacy even between spouses, so nobles usually gave advance notice before visiting their spouse’s room.

 

Leonhardt and I, being a show-window couple, tended to observe all the proper etiquette that others did.

 

“I didn’t tell you to come in.”

 

Leonhardt spoke with his soft features, trying his best to set a mood.

 

However, with his hair sticking up in all directions as if he had violently taken out his frustrations on the rabbit doll, there was no way he could create any atmosphere.

 

“Then you can just enter my room without permission too.”

 

I casually deflected Leonhardt’s complaint and sauntered toward his bedside.

 

Leonhardt flinched like a rabbit being chased by a carnivore.

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